Some projects...

Here are some recent/current projects I have been working on...

satin...tulle...velvet...silk...plush cotton and more
turning these into headbands, fabulous hair clips, earrings and more

I love these deep teals and forest greens and regal purples... the wintry pops of sparkle and shine, the lush velveteen and soft textured pearls...

and birthday cards for my dearest mom...

Deep tangles of rhinestones and ropes and chains

jumbles and twists of the gaudiest vintage earrings...repurposed and updated into chunky weaves of a dangling neckpiece...still in progress...
wire-wrapped stones and my favorite mustard-colored velvet ribbon

and last but not least, my most exciting project of all...
writing out a custom arrangement for a string trio of A Perfect Circle's "The Nurse Who Loved Me" for a wedding... Can't wait to see how this turns out... xx

It is like dangling a string with a carrot at the end in front of an unknowing little bunny rabbit. Its eyes grow wide and its ears angle towards the sky and its tail wiggles in anticipation as it scampers so eagerly towards the prize. Yet you dangle the bait with my eyes on the prize and I fail to pause to think that I might not get my paws on it now. Maybe later, you say, maybe later.

One of the favorite pairs I have made thus far.

I love this.

Getting ready to let them go... as my first commissioned pieces :)

I fear the cold.

Prismacolor. August 09.

Autumn Tactics

October moon and rusty skies
Ever changing feelings
The seeds of autumn in my mind

The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Feels like it's just begun
The hiding sun, like the hiding sun
Waiting for summer sun
[Chicane]


These are a few of my favorite things.
[1] Golden Gate Bridge
[2-3] Bay Bridge
[4-6] Stow Lake
[7] Pier 39

you said Is (III)

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
                Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
     Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered



you said Is (III) - e.e. cummings

The Infinite Exodus

The Infinite Exodus
Prismacolor art marker & micron pen on dove gray cardstock

And as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder...

It feels exactly like how I felt when I graduated from high school.
The most awfully sad songs getting me through my days as I wonder...
What am I doing? How am I doing?

Shameless, I know... I love my Coldplay, Dashboard, Death Cab...

25 miles roundtrip
I've driven back and forth, left and right, up and down this place
Had to get gas three times in the past month... but I don't mind.

These are gloomy days
I sit and stare at the purple sky and rub away the goosebumps on my legs.
They always come back anyhow.

no clarity

We tell the strangest lies and the most awful truths. I'm not sure which one is more applicable. And driving down Wilshire, Sometime Around Midnight, with the window cracked open just an inch, the oncoming traffic honking and sputtering their way into the night, the whooshing sound as everyone passes you by, as if they were just pushing the open air. Each car, speeding its way beyond you, muttering through their exhaust,

"Chumchurum,
Chumchurum,
Chumchurum..."

And you wanted to shout at all the people in their cars, blinded by the night,

"Can't you see?
Open your eyes!
Open your ears!"

I want the madness to stop. I want to world to slow down. Pay attention, for what it's worth.