Jackie O. on Love 
"I’ve always thought of being in love as being willing to do anything for the other person—starve to buy them bread and not mind living in Siberia with them—and I’ve always thought that every minute away from them would be hell—so looking at it that [way] I guess I’m not in love with you."
(in a letter to her high school boyfriend in 1947) 

Jackie O. on Love 

"I’ve always thought of being in love as being willing to do anything for the other person—starve to buy them bread and not mind living in Siberia with them—and I’ve always thought that every minute away from them would be hell—so looking at it that [way] I guess I’m not in love with you."

(in a letter to her high school boyfriend in 1947) 


SUNDAY SPINNING 
When I spun steel wool in my favorite dress by Lucia Cuba at the Textile Arts Center’s 5th birthday celebration in Brooklyn. 

SUNDAY SPINNING 

When I spun steel wool in my favorite dress by Lucia Cuba at the Textile Arts Center’s 5th birthday celebration in Brooklyn. 


dear you, 
i’m not sure how often you read what i write but i wanted you to know i am going on a small break / vacation / staycation / internet rehabuntil august 1stwherein i hope to do much, think much, experience much yet not updating much
may your july have both sunny days and rainy moments while sitting indoors 
love, 

dear you, 

i’m not sure how often you read what i write but i wanted you to know 
i am going on a small break / vacation / staycation / internet rehab
until august 1st
wherein i hope to do much, think much, experience much 
yet not updating much

may your july have both sunny days and rainy moments while sitting indoors 

love, 


LUANG PRABANG, LAOS 

For all moments lost and found. 


BEACON & COLD SPRING, NEW YORK 

I finally developed this roll of film today — exactly one year after the trip.  


Dangerously Close 
"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."
-Sylvia Plath 

Dangerously Close 

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."

-Sylvia Plath 


Poetry Reading at Bluestockings 

Poetry Reading at Bluestockings 


TAC MAG IS HERE
The moment we’ve all been waiting for is here - TAC Magazine is available for purchase! We couldn’t be more pleased with our beautiful first issue. I am so honored to be featured in the magazine both as an Artist-in-Residence and a contributor on “A Textile Love Story.” Order your one-year subscription today and bathe in our world of fibers! 

TAC MAG IS HERE

The moment we’ve all been waiting for is here - TAC Magazine is available for purchase! We couldn’t be more pleased with our beautiful first issue. I am so honored to be featured in the magazine both as an Artist-in-Residence and a contributor on “A Textile Love Story.” Order your one-year subscription today and bathe in our world of fibers! 


I COUNTED 
She asked if I wanted to be held before I hold on / The answer is yes. 

Yes to holding when you said it was going to be okay. 
While falling asleep side-by-side, our bodies were left to crash into barriers drawn up on our bed sheet. White flags from unfought battles enfold the contour of our skin. My arms wrapped around your thighs, your knees, your feet while I cried, screamed, and lied to you about holding. You pushed me away with my phone in your hands as evidence of why touching me was the last thing you wanted to do. You pushed my head against your chest. My skin against yours. I counted. Your heart beats. My body convulsed because you were still holding me. 

I COUNTED 

She asked if I wanted to be held before I hold on / The answer is yes. 

Yes to holding when you said it was going to be okay.

While falling asleep side-by-side, our bodies were left to crash into barriers drawn up on our bed sheet. White flags from unfought battles enfold the contour of our skin. My arms wrapped around your thighs, your knees, your feet while I cried, screamed, and lied to you about holding. You pushed me away with my phone in your hands as evidence of why touching me was the last thing you wanted to do. You pushed my head against your chest. My skin against yours. I counted. Your heart beats. My body convulsed because you were still holding me. 


THE END OF 57 DAYS OF FIBERS 

Cleaning out the studio today allowed me to look at my first experiences with textiles during my 9-month residency at the Textile Arts Center. My first shape, first draped and hand-stitched garment, first samplers, first weaving, first digital embroidery, and first pair of gloves for knitting steel wool. How much I have changed in the past nine months surprised me as I put every first into a box. A week after the residency is over, I already became nostalgic of what has been and what will be.