pure love
o my fucking god
how beautiful is this crazy doll
i found it the other day
at my aunt's house
nestled
in the swiss alps
i love this man so much
and his moustache is so overwhelming
that i think i want to swallow him
whole
catalina estrada
last night
i went to meet the lovely,
talented, poetic and
incredibly modest
catalina estrada
she took us to see her solo show
at the
iguapop gallery
in barcelona
amazing, inspiring, and fun
the text accompanying the paintings, she explained,
is from columbian folk songs
love songs
after spending a little more time with her and her husband
over drinks i realized how incredibly sincere
her pictures are
and i might have got a little
choked up
if i wasn't just so overwhelmed
by happiness
the enigma of sugar power
fresh off the shelf
the latest issue #13 of designer magazine
out of singapore has featured my work
in a double page spread and interview
entitled: the enigma of sugar power
it is a pretty good read i suppose
if you like enigmas and/or
sugar power
even if you don't
the entire issue is
impeccably written
and visually constructed
sugar power doll
the river
i like falling into the river
i fall into the emerald green and cold
most awake feeling that
freezes my body into a tiny
human jewel
or myriad jeweled atoms
flickering with abandon at random points
and a feeling too lost to remember comes back
and everything sad is suddenly fleeting
flushing, rushing abundance and
birds, lizards, and fish swim cumulus
in white green and blue light forever
mesmerized by the inevitable
motion of everything
and yet the specifics
are equally available
in this dream
the man with colored tattoos
like cartoons virtually moving
across his arms as the river records them and
beautiful girls
so many beautiful girls
reminding me
that the world is a treasure trove
and everyone breathes the same air
with different voices
and poisons flickering through them and out again
circling like helicopters
it is almost
too much to bear
but then i lie down again
beside the green river
and i remember to breathe
being inside it
and what it feels like to be completely alive
inside the dream
a day makes
if you are awake to it
frolicking
kick boxing
i went to see kick boxing last night and
let me tell you it was
nothing like i thought it would be
it was quite
fantastic
half dance and a hell of a lot of
punching but
there was a man there who had
only sideburns
nothing else
like an invisible man, really
just a big pair of bushy sideburns
and
i kind of loved it
i am not sure i am allowed to say it but
the girls in the audience looked tougher
than the boxers
and the boxers in the audience swayed
with the same movements of the men in the ring
shaking the benches
so you knew
immediately
who was truly participating and who
was just watching
like the well-groomed businessmen slightly
salivating on the side for some unknown
reason
anyway
i was struck with astonishment that i lasted
the evening there and that i fell in love
with at least one
of the boxers
WON illustration of the year
i am very happy to announce
i took home the prize for
illustration of the year
from the desktop create: awards 2006
my lovely friends lia and rosie
accompanied my to the awards ceremony
where the competition was stiff
but i managed to squeeze through
as the winner
gallons of champagne ensued
and i am still recovering
grateful to those who
voted for me
many, many thanks
pop 13
linger too long and you pass through seeing
into seeing something new
or becoming completely distracted
and daydreaming yourself off a cliff
like when you find yourself staring
at someone on the bus
only you were looking through them
into another region
but they don't know that and move
very abruptly from your
field of vision
i fail to see when i linger too long on something
glimpses are often better than
long, drawn out gaping
(unless you are in love
in which case every atom
unleashes universes)
it is good to breathe something in
but not until you forget it
try glimpsing at things
and then try spending one single day
taking nothing
for granted
pop 13
interview
zolton
this week i was added to
lost at e minor
a well-written and impecably edited
online collection of artists
run by zolton
and i won't go on and on
about how pretty i think
his name is
bad girl
featured in DESIGNER magazine
the lint museum will be featured in
the upcoming issue of DESIGNER magazine
out of singapore
it is the INTERACTIVE issue
we had a very funny interview
the other night over the phone
buy it
it is a fantastic magazine
with a great new editor
julian stone
also featured this month
the celebrated
tomato interactive
out of the uk
poster
i don't know you
i don't know you but i
somehow
feel close to you
recognize things in your name
which remind me
of elementary school
riddles
i don't know you but i feel you
when i look at your photograph
its as though we've had conversations
about suicide and other life-altering mishaps
in the past
i don't know you, but i
like you
and find myself caring without
even thinking
i don't know you
but i would like to
watch you tie your shoes while
taking sips of coffee
just before we set out
onto that
long path
falling down the rabbit hole
i have been falling down the rabbit hole
a lot lately
so much is happening
i don't know where to start
sometimes i feel like white light
is pouring through me
and that is a sharp contrast
to how i felt this time
last year
which is why i want to document it
to remember
that happiness is always on the other side
of despair
ILLUSTRATION of the YEAR
i am humbled and delighted to say
that the illustrations i did for saatchi & saatchi
have been short-listed for illustration of the year
at desktop magazine's create: awards.
i very much look forward to the outcome of this one
and, in the meantime, you can take a closer look at
the work in the june edition of desktop magazine.
many thanks to saatchi & saatchi for being so
damn wonderful to work with.
celebrate
sometimes i like to celebrate
for no apparent reason
celebrate nothing
or everything breathing and moving
around me
sometimes i like to celebrate
by wearing elaborate costumes
sometimes
i like to celebrate by holding you
in a small cup of rainwater
and remembering your reflection
when we were small
we would celebrate
with snowballs or slurpees or
ding dongs
now i celebrate with stronger liquids
but the joy
is just
as complete
won powagirrrls award at netdiver.net
magazine illustration
saatchi & saatchi
this is a sketch i did for an upcoming
series of ads for saatchi & saatchi
they were not only lovely people
to collaborate with but the success
of this project will be featured
in an upcoming issue of desktop magazine
http://www.desktopmag.com.au/
the idea was to illustrate daydreaming
imagine me
doing that
k10k nice review
art show
interview on pixelsurgeon
the heat of the moment
and then i woke up
and i remembered the evening
in flashes backward
as you do
stading in the kitchen
with one arm up
forefinger extended
to the roof
knees bent
rockin roll style
yelling
I LOVE ASIA
and proceeding to sing along
"heat of the moment"
at the top of my lungs
then dance
like a shaved turtle
it was at that point i also remember
the look on my guests' faces
a novelist and another esteemed collegue
who came to buy some paintings
and i remember their faces
becoming quite blank
and i remember them earlier in the evening
seeming much less frightened
and then i remember them leaving
and somewhere in the middle of it all i remember
someone asking if i was okay
i was okay
i had a great time
i hope you did as well
the moment of suspension
bad mood
assholes
sometimes i think the world is full of assholes
and that that
is really funny
people who do dumb shit like
o i dont know
stealing cars
lying to their friends
rippin off money
from their mothers' purses
funny because their triumphs are often so
fumbling and pathetic
and then sometimes
i think
the world really is full of
a bunch of dumb assholes
and it makes me
angrier
i want
i want the long cool hands of time
to move more slowly over
my body i want
to be showered with love at all times
i want your calm goodness and humor
washing over me at every occasion i want
a small studio of my own inside
an even smaller
garden i want
to invite a man for tea and call him
my husband i want
to be debt free i want
flourishing and flourishes and nourishment
at every turn i want
to be able to sleep at night i want
more serenity and travelling and hope popsicles
flying everywhere i want
caskets made out of bags
of
stone cold sugar
and i want your heart in my mouth
always
pulsing
pink jello
sometimes you just want to live
inside a block of pink jello or
sleep on one
at the very least
i kind of wonder
what it would be like to make
an entire city out of jello or maybe
a roller-rink
softer
i miss the days when
running into you was
akin to dessert
and everything melting all over
with only so much time to eat it
i miss the soft ruin that would come from
pressing ourselves together
and the colors
left on the plate
afterward
all that juicy debris
and cream
a good wife
i want to be a good wife, to keep
my slippers clean
the bed sated, the
cupboards full
i want to be a good wife, the
funny kind that makes you split
your pants when you are laughing
i want to be a good wife and listen
to all the atrocities and mundanities
with equal measure i want
to be a good wife and
adorn my husband with garlands of love
and feasts of pheasant
even when it is raining
and we have no money
i want to be a good wife
and tend to the little things
while he is away
sifting through the promises of grandeur
i want to be a good wife
and slide all the nuances of pain and disappointment
underneath the rug
i want to be a good wife
clad in fashionable skirts
and well-kept
juggling a hot sheet of cookies
and a martini as
he walks in the door
finally away
no more
40
i have this pact
with my friend johnny
that if neither of us
is hitched by 40
we are going to make babies
which is fucking funny
not because this sounds like an episode
from one of those really shitty sitcoms
but because
he is so devastatingly beautiful
that all our babies
would come out looking
like this sculpture
i know a girl
small things
black
america
i've been to america
a few times now
and i have to say
it is very pretty
but its also kind of
a lonely place
now
they have really nice hills there
and pretty good signage
and wonderful deserts
but
there are
and a lot of people
who seem to be wandering
psychically
without
aim
or maybe it was just that one mall
i was at
stunning
me
strangers
sometimes we tell secrets to ourselves
sometimes we tell them to friends
i prefer
to tell my darkest secrets
to absolute
strangers
and then laugh
as i see them
float into the wind
i like talking to strangers
becuase they have something
nice about them and
tabla rasa
often means
you get away
with being really funny
i don't know
maybe it is just because of the movies
and the idea of how two people meet
and the blossoming of friendship
like this morning
when i found myself face to face
with a complete stranger
hunched over the ground
in the center of the city street
each
tying
his own
shoelace
pretend
i am going to pretend
i am this lady today
and my name will be lulu
or coco or something
fun
i will mainly lay on the beach
and watch the young boys
lap up the waves with their
vanilla arms
i will likely brush my long locks
a lot
and sip ever so subtly from my
eternal martini
i think this evening i will wear
the long gown
you gave me, you know
the silk one
and remove my polka dot bikini
for the day
i will possibly be thinking about sergio
and rudolfo
and my darling new handbag
and, well, everything maybe
but only for split
seconds
pink laundry
pirates
when i was a 5
i wanted to be a pirate
maybe not a blood-thirsty
killing kind of pirate but
more of a swashbuckling
snappy dresser daredevil kind
i would wear a leather satchel
strapped diagonally
across my chest and just my
underwear
i never got as far as the eye-patch
but i was quite handy with a plastic sword
i am not sure
what got me hooked on pirates but
now that i think of it
i am sure it had something to do with
pippi longstocking
and to this day
i think part of me still resembles her
but maybe it is just
the teeth
virgins
i suppose some days
you feel much cleaner than others
unscathed
and then some days
it is like
your whole soul has been dragged
through the grime
and there is no way to extricate
yourself from the slime
i am winding my way through this now
unfettered by chance
or anything remotely
hooligan
which is the part
that bores me
the most
ready
i am ready
for amazing things
to happen to me
i am wide open to luck
and sizzling beauty
i want to have magical powers
and treat people
with a kind of dignity
that changes
how they feel
about themselves
i want my luck to be viral
and to leave a trail of great things
i want all my interactions to transform me
at the molecular level
and all my anxieties to find a home
in the trash
i am ready
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