Getting to know Myrna/After a week of docile sweetness, Myrna lets her freak flag fly

She digs plants

Hides pretty well

Is explorative

Prods me to fix things. My silverware drawer has been busted for over 5 years.

She's well-balanced

Plays hard

Follows up

(I had to grab pliers and quickly bend back those two nails once I noticed her in there. They were sticking straight out, and I had been reaching in and around them for over 5 years. That goes beyond mere procrastination)

Myrna's a demanding little sweetheart

Asynchronous Salon

Nomi Lubin

Mary Addison Hackett

Carla Knopp

Steven Larose

Asynchronous Salon

Herron School of Art and Design, Marsh Gallery

August 2011

IDADA First In Line

Stop by IDADA's annual First In Line art exhibition and sale next Friday, March 5, from 6-10 pm. Donated works of art are all on sale, each priced at $100. First come, first served! Proceeds from this event support IDADA's general operating fund. For more info about IDADA. For more on First In Line.

This year's event will be held at the newly renovated Indy Indie Artist Colony, 26 East 14th Street (Northwest corner of 14th and Penn).

If you'd like to donate a work of art or volunteer to help during the event week, please contact me (email on the side bar). Thanks.

The Bowels of My Studio

So I managed to lose my found kitten overnight. The studio door was breached by one of my other cats, and I could not find the kitten anywhere in the house. After a few hours, I decided she must have found an opening into the walls or under the floor. Luckily my floors have been sliced and diced already, so I just had to unscrew this plywood patch in my studio floor.

Yep, no real crawspace, just a half foot of a subterranean world.

I like to believe it's an unoccupied world.

There's no room for my head, so I place a light down there and angle my camera around.

No kitten here.

No kitten here........what the?

I have no idea. It looked like a bone with a dried rat face on the left.

It just looks like a rock now.

The kitten was just very well hidden in the upper world.

All is well.

The Best Yard Offering Yet

I found her an hour ago. She was just hunkered down in a snow drift next to the street. It makes no sense that she didn't seek cover at least in my wooded area or under/near a house. She didn't know what to do outside. I picked her up and she smells like she just left a house full of smoke and fried food. Her eyes are beautiful, but she blinked in every shot.

Dreamtoons from the 90s - Eating Dried People

Feb-Funk 2011

I'll use this as my official fightin-the-February-funk photo. It's from a mid-summer line clearing a few years ago, but it captures the brutal/futile pretty well. Enjoy.