I feel really lucky to be co-curating two group shows right now. As an artist, I know solo shows are a big deal. But group shows? They have their own magic, and it’s essential right now (actually always).

My solo show at Village Gallery in Portland is closing today. The conversations people have been having with me about the work have been so moving. Finding meaning and connection through art? It’s life-giving, and has been across centuries and cultures.

National Seed Swap Day is the last Saturday in January. I had no idea that was a thing. Now I do, thanks to @verdancyproject.bsky.social. Filled with seeds I gathered from my garden last year, these little collaged packets are headed out into the world. Damn if it doesn’t make me a little hopeful.

And the jade plant I fell in love with.

A tiny zine about doing art in the midst of it all.

Day two of artist residency. I spent much of yesterday churning from one thing to the next, trying to find some generative way through the day. Finally settled into this old chair & heavy wool blanket for the evening, and rediscovered the long forgotten art of knowing when to sit your ass down.

Starting an artist residency today. I’m working on a writing project with my ancestors, who’ve been showing up in my photos. It felt inconsequential amidst the spew of EO’s coming out today. Then they showed up - the queer ones. Some are blood, some not. All say keep going. We do this together.