Le Pleurant
Proof that I did not pay attention to sculpture of the Middle Ages when I was in graduate school: I only just learned about pleurants, or weepers.
(Digital)
Thanks, Reddit, for stepping up to fill in the blanks of my highly niche (see what I did there, architectural nerds??) PhD.
In the Dream's Last Deep Breath
As usual, I dreamt of libraries, books, and drawing realities.
(Digital)
I'm thinking about poetics today. It’s not going well. I often suspect my entire being is antithetical to written poetry, but I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s because the images in my head are so abstract and so demanding, that when it comes to words I just want to get to the goddamn point.
I can’t decide if that’s a situation that needs changing.
The Glass Cage
Say you’ve fallen down a couple wiki rabbit holes in your day and you've wondered what it feels like to dissociate. You’re in luck! It feels like this:
(Digital)
Specifically, this is what depersonalization feels like. It’s like wearing yourself as a cheap Spirit Halloween costume. Except you can’t take you off and you can’t seem to convince anyone else that you’re not you. This experience can range in distress-impact from vaguely annoying to full-blown panic/rage/despair. It can also last a few hours or a few months. It's not pleasant.
But it can’t kill you, which is nice.
The Hanged Man (Sketch)
(Pencil on Paper)
Still working on Tarot drawings. I have to start painting soon for future shows, but the Tarot ideas are still shouting at me.
The Peopling
So. Much. Human. Contact.
(Digital)
The second night of the Tarot was delightful and we were lucky to have so many great artists, wonderful Tarot readers (the good Rev let me know I need way more sandwiches in my life), and many guests we were so honored to host. Many many thanks!
The gallery will be open for visitors the 15th - 19th, 5-10 and the 24th - 26th, 5-10.
