I'm an interdisciplinary artist in Winnipeg. My work is pretty much always about feelings.
Interested in quiet, soft (both literally and not) forms of feminist practice, unicorns, and TMI.

Studio time.

I haven’t been in the studio in at least 3 weeks. I’ve been busy with work, Golden and a busy head. I didn’t expect this to happen, in fact, I have had a jar of dye in the fridge since then, and have had some scarves rusting for weeks. Hopefully they get better and not worse in that time. I have today off, and thought about going to the studio, but I’m really really in need of some quiet time the last while, and nobody seems to be around, currently, so I am enjoying the silence instead.

The stuff I wanted to finish in the studio is getting further and further away from me, and I’m not even sure if I ever want to finish those projects. I feel like I’m supposed to have a grasp on what I want “my work” to be by September, but I’ve only been making little gew-gahs instead. I hate this feeling. Why does everyone else sound like they know what they’re talking about?

This is stuck in my head. It really has nothing to do with anything, except that The Magnetic Fields are catchy.