The Day I Gave Birth to an Octopus
It sounds absurd, doesn’t it? Giving birth to an octopus? Yet here I am, telling
Year: 2025
Make It Messy, Then Call It a Movement
My art journal could double as a wild paint-soaked parade of uncoordinated madness. The messier
Banana-Powered Narwhals, Telepathic Pineapples and the Art Career I Forgot I Had
I totally can not remember that I ever painted or drew before the age of
You Wouldn’t Say, But These Pencils Are Really 50 Years Old (or older)
You wouldn’t say, but these pencils are really 50 years old or older. Pencils. Colored
Markers That Stamp Their Way Into My Heart (But Not My Art)
So, these markers I snagged from a local flea market claimed they had “never been