My Mom Sent Me Markers in the Mail

Lisa mailed me a 24 pack of fine-tipped Sharpies and a stack of black-on-one-side-white-on-the-other cardstock. I've been staying up late lately.

Exhibition

Skis for the Epoch of Infinite Olympics

I Make Objects Because I Can't Have Sex
and
Slowly Stirring the Soup
(excerpt from installation)

Despite Best Intentions, the Cosmic Ego Grows

My Mom Sent Me Markers in the Mail
and
Stairs for the Epoch of Infinite Olympics

I Make Objects Because I Can't Have Sex

A Short Song for the Passer-By

The public art portion our sculpture class led me to make this sign. The metal pole was already there with no sign attached, so I took advantage. It points away from the road, across the dried turloch, to my house. I can watch people stop to look at it from the kitchen.

Partial Eclipse

Shot through a welding mask

The Elusive Curlew

For Erin