paper dolls art opening

last night was my opening night reception for "paper dolls." it was splendid and i'm i am very happy with the response. my friend ed came to visit from portland and gave us a peak at his new solo music project generatorbaby!. local musician matt dill joined in and my best friend na-do sang "dos gardenias", they were all amazing. even though fair was sleep deprived and crazy cranky, things went smoothly. i will post pictures of all the pieces soon. if anyone wants to inquire about purchasing anything, please email me: wordsinbminor@gmail.com.

my babies

it's was a great idea

the warehouse's owner turned out to be flake and we aren't going through with the plans. weare going to try and find studio/gallery space here in st. charles. sigh.

kerry patch collective @ the catsup factory

michael and i have been offered a 14,000 sq. ft. warehouse in old north city in st. louis. it has two stories and 7, 000 sq. ft. on each. the upstairs is split into a large storage room with old hardwood floors (gallery) and the other half is a display room and offices with carpet (our living quarters). the down stairs is an open warehouse wiht a large tool room, industrial shelves and three new gargage doors ( the artists studio spaces and performance area). if we can break our current lease we will be moving into the upper living quarters, in June or when we can get the kinks worked out(bathtub and stove are missing). We are naming the artist collective "kerry patch", because that is the name that was given to the neighborhood when the irish immigrants first came. it was the irish slums of st. louis and center for their secret societies, gangs. the building used to be the brooks catsup factory, before they moved across the river, the world's largest ketchup bottle/water tank in collinsville. we wanted to incorporate it's history and luckily we love what we found. it's finally coming together. pictures soon.

lovely

it seemed like a few accidents, but how many of basquiat's strokes were too...

it's starting

daydreaming beautiful things again. noticing the subtlties...his hand lingering twisting her hair lost in memory, shifting eyes. he noticed. i noticed.