That’s who I decided was going to be hovering over the green mountains. A goddess. This latest painting is 42″x tall and I’m not sure I love it yet. Mountains are fine but I really dropped the ball on this beautiful woman figure and her rainbow melted face. The current version is on the far … Continue reading A goddess protector of the mountains
The skies are gray but in my eyes I see only tie-dye. A kaleidoscope of colors twisting into each other. It’s a what I’ve been occupying my time while while Boise spends a few days getting wet outside. I heard thunder for the first time in two years. It was a magical gift from Boise … Continue reading Tie-dye adventures / Boise’s only wet month
Marigolds. They are nostalgic for me as I recall sweet memories of Florida. They are great comrades in gardening and beautiful to look at.
I spend so much time thinking about it and I decided to model my internet life and my website as a massive memorial. I want you to be able to remember what kind of person I was when you read these posts. I am meek. I am nervous. I am trying.
Art helps you thrive. I can remember being a young teenager and falling deeply down a rabbit hole of truly wild art. Think Japanese Guro, a sub unit of manga that features extreme gore. I remember Shintaro Kago, one of my favorite artists to this day. Trevor Brown, of course. I have both of their … Continue reading Some Art that I have loved for 10 years+
Human faces always end up dominating my art. And here were are again, with a canvas full of faces. I just wanted to share a quick update as to where I’m at with making art this weekend. I did it! 😀
We have a generation of babies right now that will likely emerge as adults in a world with internet. Babies with videos and images of themselves being assaulted by cheese, learning how to speak and walk. Babies growing up, throwing tantrums and asking questions all documented sometimes in its entirety on the internet.
penpals in childhood, light shadows on my face
Am I an artist anymore? This is where my mind is at. It’s March 2nd, 2019. I’ve been pushing myself to prioritize making art, for my own mental health. To come to terms with the rapid evolution of my life into a married mother. Trying to find out where Camille sits after all of these … Continue reading Art Vs Artist
Time looks so different for everyone. I’ve noticed lately that it looks like sitting for me. Sitting on a couch, and then a recliner, and then in bed. My bambino in my arms everywhere. Sitting on my ass, like a modern day human. I know how bad sitting is for human beings and I think … Continue reading Sitting and clinging to my artistic identity