and i miss your precious heart.

ask me something

my face
my work +

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery- celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It's not where you take things from, it's where you take them to.'"


So James Reid (master printer at Gemini G.E.L., just in case you didn’t know who he was) is visiting my school and giving a two week printmaking workshop. Naturally I’m too cheap/poor/non-committal to have signed up for the workshop, but naturally I’ve been sneaking in and working in the studio during the workshop and quietly eavesdropping on his demonstrations and advice.

He brought all of these amazing old stones (good god old is an understatement, but they are OLD and white and scratched as all hell from decades of elemental exposure) with cool color separations all on the same stone. Of course I snapped photos and caressed them gently like a spent lover (maybe) (okay of course I did when no one was looking).