What if all of these migraines mean something?

Memories told me that 7 years ago today I posted “Each of my neurons have a migraine of their own.” to my Facebook page. A similar sentiment could be true for any other day, too. My body feels like I haven’t slept in days, no matter how actually well rested I am. It’s some form Continue reading What if all of these migraines mean something?

Billy Bongster x Camicamirobot Shirt Collaboration

So, if you haven’t read about this yet now you know: My dad is Billy Bongster. He’s an incredibly talented musician, songwriter, God fearing lover of marijuana. A total burnout, really. He’s Billy Bongster. He plays guitar and he smokes pot. His music is a mix of blues and alternative rock guitar, and it’s wonderful. Continue reading Billy Bongster x Camicamirobot Shirt Collaboration

A goddess protector of the mountains

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

Tie-dye adventures / Boise’s only wet month

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

Some Art that I have loved for 10 years+

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+

Mothers on social media, and how the internet has changed family dynamics

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.

Sitting and clinging to my artistic identity

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

quick snapshots as a busy no longer pregnant/ artist

I’m a mother now, a parent, a wife. I have other duties that will define me, I’m not just an artist. How I am going to reflect these changes artistically, I still don’t know. I’m quite curious to find out. My uterus isn’t pregnant anymore but my mind feels like it will always be. Bursting will renewed life over and over again until I become one with the earth again.