BIO
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I grew up in DeLand, Florida. Sabal palms and sunshine. My first car was a maroon '79 T-bird that I took to the beach on most school days. I would sit on the hot hood in the sun-that-is-always-summer-sun, and wonder how to make a living from that feeling of soaking up light.
How to articulate that tremolo beat in your ribs when you catch
the silhouette of your fingers splayed against the sun, stark and stunning,,
one moment before you and the light are inextricable...
And then, you coast...

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I insist that my true education was in these moments of unchecked abandon. For I have since come to realize that it is when you lean farthest into the universe that the universe is most extended to receive you.

I was a spiky, blue-haired teenager. I lugged my guitar to the open-mic nights to croon lil' folky ballads, and then stole clove cigarettes to smoke afterward. We went to punk concerts and broke into apartment complexes to skinny dip in the pools. We stayed up real late, as late as we could, and talked about all the many ways we would transform the world into a more inspired, succulent place.

I never went to art school, though I always knew that I was an artist. I never sat and painted posed models or rotting fruit, or posed fruit or rotting models for that matter. I never learned anyone else's method of making art. I never understood forfeiting every inherent and ingrained artistic impulse only to adopt another's.

The artist is first and foremost a punk, an iconoclast, an aberration.
The artist is poetic in her profanity, yet profane nonetheless.

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Now I live in New York where it is very, very cold along with achingly beautiful.
My beau, the dog, two cats & I live in an old house right along the Hudson.
I think I would like to go and live in the mountains.
Traveling is my only other true passion. I dream of roaming, nomadic, 'round the world.
Picking up scarves and stories and hues, muses and tunes.
*sigh*
I write obsessively; I always have. I have mountains of boxes, bins, suitcases, typewriter cases, and hatboxes filled with scribblings: journals, poems, lyrics, general nonsense-ry.. Hence, the inclusion of some form of writing in seemingly everything I create.
That is why I love the artform and tradition of graffiti-!
A true synthesis of written word, message, icon, art, image, tag.
Coupled with the illicitness of it, the preposterous concept that a public space can be truly owned.
All we can ever really own is our own body, and even that is at stake these days.

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Basically, life consists of: painting, reading, music, writing, records,
coffee, wine, hiking, doodling, & thanking.
It is our responsiblity to carve our life into exactly what we've always dreamed of.
It is our duty to push every boundary we greet,
and to shatter every mold that threatens to constrain us.

Never accept mediocrity in any form; break away with every fiber of strength you carry.
I'll meet you on the other side.

“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” - Rumi

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