who you are

if you want to know who you are, let the sun tell you of your light if you want to know who you are, let the moon tell you of your mystery if you want to know who you are, let the wind across your skin tell you of the pleasure of being you if […]

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a tablet i shall have

i want a drawing tablet. the end. lol. just thinking about creating and drawing on something electronic, completely free to try different techniques, tools, etc. sounds interesting and fun to me. getting funky with all kinds of colors, being able to erase things with a click, experiment with something completely new with a click, all […]

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home in my body

at a family gathering, someone asked me, so what do you eat? how do you stay in shape? it kind of surprised me, because i have not really been paying attention to these things. but i know that i’ve maintained a fairly healthy weight and muscle tone with very minimal effort. like none, really. my […]

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the day my wardrobe exploded

for a very long time, since some time in high school, which is about when i was… 14 years old, i decided that i would only wear skinny jeans. i resigned myself to this decision when i came to terms with the fact that i would never fit a relaxed pair of jeans properly aka […]

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good for you, Grace :)

i would like to start writing again. i would like to write more consistently. i would like to write. period. i think it really boils down to that. it’s so interesting how my mind takes something and warps it into something else, something not as fun, not as easy, not as natural. but it’s even […]

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Let’s Cry Together! Lol

Lately, I’ve been emotional. Like crying a lot. There’s nothing specific that I’m crying about again and again. I’m just crying when I feel things. And honestly, I am super loving it. I spent all of my high school through college through young adult years through my 20’s martyring myself –  without knowing it, as […]

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My Freedom Belly – It’s a New Forever Thing

Sweet liberation. I have a confession. It’s something I’ve been sitting for half my life – I’m 32 now. If you do the math, it started when I was in high school, sophomore-ish. I wanted to be seen, desired, liked. No, that’s not the confession. I would do things that would make me look a […]

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What am I?

My art is me. My art is my way of being.  My way of being is my art.  It has nothing to do with sharing anything with anyone.  I say that because I felt like I needed to,  in order to validate and honor my art,  to give it a voice,  a purpose,  a direction. […]

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Your Crazy is Perfect. I Want It.

I used to be so afraid of being seen, so afraid to be identified or identifiable in a crowd. I wanted to crouch down onto my knees and disappear so often, praying that no one would notice me, that I wouldn’t inspire anyone to make a comment about me or to me. It was truly […]

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We Say F&*$ a Lot. Like a Lot Lot.

A typical conversation with Soul, my partner, not my actual soul lol is sprinkled generously with: ya ass fucken bitttch shut the f up get the f out of here f you etc etc etc. Basically a bunch of profanity with a sprinkle of actual meaning and content. To me, I look at this and […]

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Who the F Actually Are You

What does it mean to be fully expressed? That question feels kinda big for me, in this moment. I just journaled around that topic several pages. I noticed I felt discomfort around being fully expressed. I asked myself the questions. Why did I feel uncomfortable? When did I feel uncomfortable when it comes to expressing […]

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