It has always been important for women to create. History doesn’t want us to know that.
Making a really good, mean caricature of my sixth grade teacher. I felt like I got to the heart of something that was bothering me. The next time I felt that way, it was when I made a really mean caricature of an ex boyfriend. That was the first drawing I posted on Instagram.
I am basically a dog and can love anyone who makes kindly physical contact. I don’t know why it’s been so tricky.
I just moved to a new apartment that I like to work in. It’s the first time I’ve worked at home. My roommates work there too. I used to rent studio space, and have worked in all kinds of free artist and writer spaces in the city. I love working in the right cafe, where you can see a lot and not feel in the way. And I love working on trains, and while walking in a beautiful place without people.
Podcasts, to dull the anxiety. But sometimes I need to just confront it and work in silence. I’m a lot sharper when I do. I listen to music when I’m feeling manic – but I’m really picky about music, so it’s just as likely to make me feel sad.
I remember drawing in my high chair.
Sadness is usually rage that you’re not letting out. Rage is joyful.
The ladies, in various settings. I mean I care about others equally much but this is the one I feel qualified to be a brat about.
Nature. But I do.
Maybe a more pertinent question would be: how do I make money without a real job.
I draw because I am an over sensitive drawing-person. 2 I draw what I know, aka my feelings.