Yikes!

I don't even know where to begin! It has been a year since I posted and in that time I finished my MFA, went to STL again, got a new car, went to Vegas (baby), and. . . uh. . . now here I am again.

I can't decide what kind of path this blog should take. I started a new one that was for the sole purpose of my professional endeavors, but it feels so cold. And then I have to decide what is "good enough" to post and then on which blog. Exhusting.

Makeup isn't my line of work, but I recently did some zombie hands for a death metal video. The style isn't quite what I would have picked (I would've gone for classic decay over comic monster), but it isn't my project, ya know. At least I'm doing something creative with my time, because after taking the summer off (yeah, that's what we'll call it), I need to get back into the groove.

The Stuff of Legends

If I were to boil down the relationship with my ex-husband to one defining moment, it would be the time he burst through the front door and threw his wedding ring at me. It beamed me squarely in the forehead, clattered to the floor and rolled beneath the sofa. If I were to create a piece which could adequately express all the love and spite, tenderness, pain and paranoia laced into that union, then I could have a peaceful death. Until then my blending of video and performance serves to symbolize the myriad of relationships betwixt friends, family members, and lovers. Each work is a snapshot, a digest version wherein my actions or words provide a descriptive slice devoid of cluttered contextual narratives. Untold questions garner confessions; accusations are hefted upon an unknown subject; physical touch is touted as unconscious truth. If I were to make a piece about that fateful day, it would be my piece de resistance, but I just don’t think it could happen without great fits of laughter.

Detail photo from an older installation work: His wedding ring embedded in the wall with another woman's hair filling the center.