Please bear with me.


03.19.2015 My nana passed away this morning.

Why a picture of my foot to mark such an occasion? Do you see that little mole? My nana and I have the same birthmark. Mine use to be bigger like hers. Or it took up the same amount of space on my foot as it did on her foot, I can’t really tell, I didn’t pay enough attention.

I normally don’t like to put a lot of words to something so personal on such a public place but my nana is the one that taught me how to sew. Sewing has given me so much joy and opportunity, that really I have to acknowledge my nana here.

My papa and her had owned a sewing machine store in Worcester, MA. I loved the machines even as a toddler. My parents, brothers, and I  lived above the store until I was three. Even after we moved my nana would babysit me and my brother at the store. She sewed beautifully. As children we always received night gowns, pajamas, coats, or costumes that she had made. She made things beautifully. No fuss.

She bought me my first sewing machine, a Singer, when I was 14. She got it at a yard sale and had it cleaned and fixed up for me. Teaching me that really solid useful machines can be found and fixed up. She also had a love of thrift stores which imparted itself onto me. You could always find something and modify it. In her last years of life she would refer to herself as a tough “old yank[ee]” and having seen her actions and attitudes I believe it and agree.

I had the machine for 10 years before the gears disintegrated from how much I used it and I couldn’t get it fixed. This was when I lived in Minnesota. This is also the time I noticed what I thought to be my mole shrinking and when my nana started forgetting. I would call her and she would ask when I was coming over to visit. I would have to explain I lived far away and it would be a while. We had gone from seeing each other so much to not seeing each other at all. I worried that when my mole completely went away she would die.

Since I moved back to Massachusetts I wanted to ask if I could take a picture of our feet together. I never asked because my nana hasn’t been in charge of herself in about 10 years. It was such a personal request. I wanted it to be just between the two of us. I get so shy when it comes to asking for things that I really want. Also I am weird enough to my dear family that I try not to make things weirder. I am kicking myself that I didn’t ask for all the time I spent with my nana at the beach or sleepovers or just having tea together before she developed dementia.  I know she would have let me.

March 8th I got to see my nana alive for the last time. I was glad that my baby got to sit on her lap even if neither of them would remember the meeting.




wet and wild




04.18.2014 water bodies grow

04.19.2014 M.O.’s bees

04.19.2014 suiting up


04.16.2014 for J and J A’s baby

04.16.2014 for my new nephew


04.22.2014 easter parade


To appreciate:

Mamma Andersson

Crown Point Press

emmett ramstad

Faythe Levine 

Phoebe Wahl

Eugenia Loli

I got to hear a fast, faint heartbeat.

02.19.2014 at work


Ghostmaker’s Habitat
When You Build Your House, I Will Come By
I have a solo show that opens Monday at the Taber Art Gallery located on the Holyoke Community College Campus. The gallery is located in the HCC Library lobby located in the Donahue Building. Here is the info:
Ghostmaker’s Habitat
When You Build Your House, I Will Come By
March 10th – March 27th, 2014
Closing Reception/Gallery Talk Wed. March 26th 11am – 1pm with talk at noon
Evening Reception Thurs. March 27th 5:30 – 7:30pm
The Taber Art Gallery is open Monday-Thursday 10am – 6pm.  The gallery will be closed the week of March 17th-20th for Spring Break. For more information call 413.552.2614 or visit
Thank you kindly,



Hopefully you are stuck and ready to go little bean.

I am in my 11th week of pregnancy and not to make excuses but it was very hard to want to do my regular posts.  I have the pictures and the thoughts of February but the energy for transfer and organizing was beyond me. All I wanted to ask for the past month was “please, help me stop puking” or “let’s go to sleep” or “my esophagus is on fire, you got any ice?” But my energy is coming back and the puke isn’t as frequent, so here I am again!











 03.28.2013 plant palace platform peeking


REACH Fest is coming, participating artists.
04.03.2013 my Steiger windows for Reach Fest 

 04.03.2013 cut away

 04.03.2013 Watcher with arms and clubs

can you feel me under here (I am waiting for us to vibrate in time with each other)

I am pretending I don’t feel you in the room.

green ghost arms construct
blue faces float
the color is revealed at night

I feel the rigidity overtaking me.
I don’t want it to happen, but it is.


free cabin porn


 03.21.2013 David’s collages.

 03.19.2013 last snow, maybe


 03.27.2013 heron