I didn’t even know that Portland was the city of roses until I got here. The sweet aroma swelled me as I walked through the Northeast Portland neighbourhoods towards a coffee shop. I drove over 3,000 miles to get here and I was excited and ready to leave the negative religious right pro-confederacy attitudes behind…
A long drive and a fresh tattoo
Portland, Oregon is 3,051 miles away, equivalent to 46 hours drive. When I wake up on Wednesday morning, I’ll be sure to apologize to my mini cooper for the adventure and the extra luggage. I cannot wait to stop in the diners, drive through much of America and plant my feet in new earth and…
Dark Black Ink
Are you ready for the singularity? Do you have enough food stored away in a temperature contained enclosure? It’s 27 minutes until clock in time and my black coffee gets colder by the minute. By every bassline strum by the velvet underground I am preparing for 8 hours of troubleshooting, typing, comparing data and answering…
Life, or something like it. A micropreemie nephew and the cooler weathers of new territory
Experience of the aunt of a micropreemie in Florida.
Finding Motivation / Mixed Media Florida Art
Saturday, February 25th 2017. I’m in a bright room in Tarpon Springs. I clicked to quit photoshop and opted out of saving my work, for the fifth time today. There’s four cats here, four humans and lots of love and appreciation, it’s very nice to have when the reality of the world maintains awfulness. This…
Who knew we would be here on January 21st, 2017?
The day is breezy and sunny in Tarpon Springs, Florida. It’s fifteen minutes past 11:00am and the whirring of construction is nearby and in full swing. Flowers have begun to uncurl and birds and playing along the power lines. Across the Tampa Bay area, thousands of women are on their way out to downtown St.…
The plants we keep and the strength it brings
Every morning at around 7:45am I go outside and sit in my garden. Growing flowers, tropical plants and succulents in the ground and watching them over a cup of coffee or tea while the sun emerges from the wet okayness of the Florida skies that early in the day. This is easily one of my…
2016 Coming to a close/ Selling Antique Dolls
camicamirobot selling antique dolls
6 months ago: a retrospective
Central Florida Artist returning to a blog after a six month hiatus
I own this terrible home, or rather, this terrible home owns me.
It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions, the modern day equivalent of what one may have imagined as flipping through a book or a magazine…
