Dear people of the internet,

As of now I am in the lovely country of Chile and have been only posting on my tumblr (I know, everyone knows tumblr is "lame". But anyway...), hope you follow me over to http://www.seahersurf.tumblr.com/.

Ciao!

A face only a Mother could love

Have a lovely Mother's Day!

Changes and Transitions

I stare at my reflection. After a long week of stress and upanddown events, I don’t really feel like myself. Last night I slept almost twelve hours and then decided the day by its own moments, with no plans except for yoga at 7:00 tonight. It feels satisfying yet strange, like I am in a different body. I remember times I was shaped differently, when I thought differently, where I moved differently. I was in a different body. Some of the differences I like and some are difficult to fit into, but I am thankful and ready to keep changing.

Blurring the line...

Alongside the nature of contemporary art, the doing is just as important as the what. The artist, the piece and the viewer become involved in a dynamic dialogue. This back and fourth motion is not limited to the gallery; it seeps out of the white walls and is carried away into the outside world, making the art piece stretch further with even deeper implications and louder ramifications. A piece of art is an access point. An artist is someone who is aware of this poetic language, who is steps into the dialog, blurring the line between living and making art.

Thank you Dave.

SLO road trip:

International Hostel, accidental easter mass, Tom Robbins’ sweet potatoes, ginger sisters, art after dark, rock scaling, garage sale sweaters, slightly creepy/nice middle aged man, chilly water, vegetable stands, highway 101, good time.