foraging/grey worlds/crab and ship graveyard

It was so grey that every piece of color in the world stood out. I stumbled upon a crab graveyard that was swimming with exoskeletons of sea beatles and plenty of fish vertabrae and bone fragments, we even found a sort of femur-ish looking bone. There were two dead birds at the entrance to the beach, and when the sun came out I saw two birds dancing in the little waves, but I dont think it was a dance so much as mercury poisoning or a defect from something. They were alien birds, three eyes birds, or maybe three winged? in all sincerity they couldnt move correctly and a dog tried to eat them, it was horrible. But the beach itself was calm and so grey and pretty magnificent, I think I tainted the purity of it all with my 32 oz of MILLER HIGH LIFE. But what could I have done? The champagne of beer was beckoning.
This is expired film, 600, excellent photo conditions with the grey and the bright light and the fog diffusers. It was misting heavily and you can see beads of dew on Miles' mustache and hairs. A girl made GOLD out of kelp, a crab died, the sea and the sky were the same.

three blind mice.

I was at a party on Saturday night. One of those parties where everyone is beautiful and full of goodness. The kind of party where people are running around giving hugs and singing songs. It was really good. Caitlin turned 22, everyone was fancy and gorgeous as usual, I took a couple photos, but something happened and I got too wasted (?) to care about snapping photos, all I wanted to do was sing "three blind mice" and tell people that I loved them. Here are a few of my favourites...you can find the rest of the set on the flickr.

everyday learning more;

One of the great things about art, to me, is the fact that every day I am learning more. I have many interests, but at this junction I am good at none of them. Thats when our friend trial and error comes into play. I can fuck around with a cheap canon, I can crochet foreign objects to my hearts content, and I can dream like I've never dreamt before. Everyday I try to get just a little bit better at what I'm doing, and I hope after a few years and much time, I will be good enough at atleast one of the things I love so much. So, here are some photos I took. They are neither horrible nor wonderful, but they are progress, and that has to count for something, right? Im trying, a heartfelt fucking PUSH at trying, which is something. Growing learning, loving, fucking up, im into all of it. For the rest of this mangled set, check the flickr page.

harmonizing in the hilltops

I wish I had brought a tent, or a sleeping bag. I only had an old jacket and old boots but if I had more I dont think I would have left. It was so beautiful!! The grass is almost gold and the trees were old and the air smelt like flowers and hay and asthma a little bit. Drew taught me to harmonize and since no one was around we sung really loudly. I wish I could live ona s unny warm dry hill.

Elderly Couple, San Rafael.

I have no recollection of this time. It wasnt mine, it isn't mine. I can speculate the era it was stolen from, and I can piece together the lives of these two with my imagination and my thumb. The only solid story I can write includes Sonoma County and a photographer names Paul Strahm. I've always loved the name Paul which is odd as its my bastard Fathers name. I could google a Paul Strahm but what fun would that be? I found this photo a few years back, tucked into another forgotten drawer in a stack of beautiful forgotten photos. Someone had died and all his or hers possessions had been donated, atleast the mementos nobody wanted. But I wanted this photo and its hung thumbtacked to a collaged wall in whatever house I've lived in since. Its a haunting photo. The relationship of these two is difficult to read, are they husband and wife? Brother and Sister? Why does she look so much older than he? Is it in her shapeless dress and pulled back hair? His suit is nice and fits well, he has a hankerchief in his breast pocket. Her glasses are gold-rimmed, her ears sit low. He looks impossible upon first glance, but his eyes aren't that scary. Who knows who these people are. Who knows why they mean so much to me, and why I hang this photo near me wherever I am. Do you like this photo? What do you think of it?

sneak attacks/bikeriding with a camera

biking with a camera slung around your neck is incredible. not only did the steady tick-tocking of it around my neck send me into song writing frenzies, but i had the chance to snap photos of weird people and buildings that i normally wouldn't seek out. when you are stopped at a crosswalk, some strange and sad and funny things happen. i don't mean to say i have some epic sociological findings to share, but i am really happy at how rad my bike rides to work and to bars and to friends are. i see some beautiful things everyday, and some things that make me really ask, "what the fuck??". its good. get my heart beating and brain ticking.
here are some of the photos from the first roll i took with the old canon automatic camera miles found for me at community thrift. they are blue tinged and mostly out of focus, but I'm into them and i cant wait to shoot more, especially from my bikes-eye-view. if you wanna see more unimpressive but kind of interesting photos check out my flickr. i put them all there!


(oh and p.s. obviously not all of these were taken from my bike, but most of them were, and i suggest you sling a lightweight camera around your neck and document what you and your bike rides find.)

its so perfect out

i love rain and clouds and the way the city smells clean after rain.

I found this flier at four barrel this morning while i was replenshing myself with delicious caffeine. both the pieces on the flier fucking RULE. I had never heard of either of these guys so i did some internet research...its pretty graffiti influenced-street art kinda art, and some of it is rad. The show will be up for a few weeks, i might try and go...If anyone is interested, there is more info here...

Also, surprise surprise, i went to POPS last night and got hammered with Maura. Are you tired of photobooth photos yet? how could you be?! they are fun and happy and silly and i guess sometimes boring if you arent in them...so here are my favourite frames from last night:

free things and color coded books.

Today I cleaned out things and color-coded my bookcase.
The above boots, shoes and shirt are all for freeeee!
The boots are super rad granny boots sz 9-9.5
the flats are pretty much brand new, leather, size 10.
and the JP designed tank top is super hot, just doesnt fit me right. I tried to make it work, but its not lookin' good on me, so it will probably look good on you? its marked as being a size L, but i think its closer to being a medium.
anyways, get it while its hot.

a few more from Wigwam...

When computers crash I want to die.
There are many more photos from this event...these are my favourites THAT I CAN FIND. The computer is making me mega crazed and IM LOSING PATIENCEEEEEEEEE!
Anyways, check out my new flickr (pro, yo!) for the whole set. These ones are my babies from the bunch.

a few of my favourite things

okay, time for another "cool shit on the internet" post- only until I get film devleoped to share...

I stumbled across this london based tattooo artist on flickr...
I have never seen tattoos that look like this. They are dreams and nightmares, they are cartoony and traditional and scary and amazing. I only wish I could fly to London for some tattoos! (images from Liam's flickr)



I also stumbled upon Herbert Pfostl's Paper Graveyard. I spent hours looking at his work last night and I think its incredible. Its haunting and intuitive almost, its also very chillike and deranged which I love. Its so rad to find things on the internet that are inspiring and new. (image below from PaperGraveyard.Blogspot.com)



Also, Miles, my handsome and talented boyfriend has been taking the most incredible photos. I got a sneak peak at some new work he took last night, and its amazing. His work is often post-apocalyptic and eerie to me but very real. He has a blog he updates pretty regularly...look for a new post soon!(image from Miles' flickr....but also check out his blog!)

It looks like i've been really inspired by doomy things and mystical childlike demented things lately. I think this is good as I've started drawing and painting my dreams and alot of them require a creepy and ethereal touch.
Anyways,
tonight I am taking photos at Triple Crown for Wigwam, so if you find yourselves in the area, come by! Also, hopefully I will have interesting photos or drawings to post soon.
I really want to get more shit done.

elephants on parade

my face is frozen from the wind and im falling over everywhere. i cant stand alone i cant lay in bed i cant do anything because my mind is spinning and overloading and im going to melt. i dont know if its twenty two, i dont know if its the city or just me. im spending days in selfishness and solitude but im not ever alone. its the rising of the tides, i need to rely on my dreams.

pen pals and new cameras

The last two days have been perfect days off. Miles picked me up and old Canon A35-F at Community Thrift a couple days ago and I love it. Its just a simple little automatic camera, its light and fun and hopefully I got some good shots of people in the park and walking around and smelly things on 11th street.



I stopped by Little Otsu and The Curiosity Shoppe on my way to the movie store today and got two lovely cards for two of my loveliest pen pals. Both of these shops are full of so many inspiring things to mail your friends, lovers, grandparents....whoever!



(the pink envelope is full of vintage postage stamps...got that one at Curiosity Shoppe, the little ox is a Little Otsu product)

Camera Obscura

Yesterday Miles, Drew, and myself went about the process of turning our apartment into a camera obscura. It was Miles' idea, and with his guidance we were able to succesfully do it- and it was so amazing!!! Definitely one of the coolest things I've ever been a part of making. We covered every window in our house with layers of garbage bags, blocking out as much light as possible. Miles made a small, penny sized hole in one of the bags in the main room, he made a little lense using a straw, and his ear plug, and he was able to direct the light/image and focus it a little bit more onto our walls. It was an awesome experience, we all sat back on the bed and just watched cars, people, and bicyclist go by. It was awesome to see the wind blowing trees around and try and figure out what buildings we were looking at, and what signs, since everything was upside down. I took a few photos of the process, and Miles took a couple long exposures of the images being projected on the walls. They arent super crisp, but you get the idea. Just imagine being in a very, very dark room at 2p.m. and watching the world go by, upside down, on your living room walls. So rad!!!