I am a reclusive painter with an affinity for critters, the study of human sexuality, gender/feminist/queer theory, structural anatomy, genetic mutations, psychiatric maladies, and the beautiful strange. I began to study art history in earnest at the age of thirteen, and have attended classes at two different art schools. When other high gals taped up images of living heart-throbs in their lockers, I proudly displayed a magazine clipping of long-dead Tristan Tzara in mine. I've worked as a landscaper, an AIDS activist (ACT-UP; attendee of the International AIDS Conference in Vancouver, BC), an artists model, the supervisor of a staff of artists models at the first all-women's art school in the world (the second is in Japan), an art history teacher (Applied History of Dada and Surrealism), a research specialist studying non-profit arts and cultural organizations in Southwestern Pennsylvania, and the keeper of cantankerous architects and eccentric chemists. I can braid the fingers on both hands, have a false front tooth, possess legs of different lengths, and I do not sweat. I dream in full-blown color, and I tend to remember a large percentage of what I've dreamed the night before. I adore the delicious foods of the world, especially fish of both raw and cooked varieties. I've recently done something I said I'd never do: I got married (to a brilliant and devastatingly handsome writer/photographer/historian who I first met when I was newly seventeen years of age). My hair was Clairol blue-black for over ten years, but now is long, the color of chestnuts, and out to strangle me while I sleep. I'm a homebody who would rather nestle in bed with a dense read and a mug of strong coffee than go out and socialize. And, no, I still do not have a pet unicorn.
jesss, Mar 5, 2007:
strep and strap look nearly the same. like streppers and strappers could be cousins or something. i am wearing new shoes that are quite painful, and breaking in shoes always makes me think of you, mostly because of shoe shopping, which makes me think of our saturday afternoons at the St Vincent du Crap and RWB heaven.
mother daughter naps = #1
xox,
your beloved baby girl
jesss, Mar 3, 2007:
mother, i believe i have your defective strep genes. of all the genes you gave me, these are the worst. i can still see the puss lakes on my tonsils. but i have antibiotics, and soon it will be boob and toe season.
Eve, Mar 1, 2007:
absolutely amazing profile art.