I saw red.


Arnuif Rainer

RothkoMy love of darkness and monsters will always be explored in my work.  I’ve gathered a lot of material and created a lot of pieces that speaks to the more liberal and enlightened perspectives on criminality and social justice.  These pieces are the ones that I am most proud of and passionate about. Comparatively, I have to say, I tend to enjoy making work that luxuriates in the less sophisticated dark thoughts. This time of year always puts me in the mood for Arnulf Rainer, Rothko, Goya, Mary Shelly and Bram Stoker.  This is the best time to create work that celebrates darkness, maybe I’ll do some painting. As much as I love writing, painting allows for more tactility. I feel these three pieces of art above and the quote below all effectively strike the same mood and level of feeling.  I’d like to explore writing while painting to see what types of results I get.

“My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.” – Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

don’t judge me, just break me.

romyschneiderFirst off, he says, the Parisienne is never satisfied. Here’s proof: I’m telling you how gorgeous you are and it’s never enough.

The Parisienne thinks she’s a role model. She can fill blogs and books with life advice.  In fact, she loves being asked what she thinks  And of course that makes sense because she’s already done everything. Seen everything. She knows it all.


She’s outspoken and can swear like a sailor. She’s horrified when people politely say “Bon appetit!: Poor taste is worse than poor diplomacy.


In a nutshell (and, trust me, I know her well), I’d say the Parisienne is completely cuckoo!


Yes, the Parisienne often comes from somewhere else. She wasn’t born in Paris, but she’s reborn there.


She’s Parisian, which is to say she’s melancholy. Her mood responds to the changing colors of her city.  She can feel a sudden surge of sorrow or even hope for no reason at all. In the blink of an eye, all those lost memories and smells come flooding back, reminding her of loved ones who are no longer there. And time passing by.


When she’s walking out for good and slams the door behind her to show she means business, and then realizes she has no idea where to go.

* She’s capable of moving mountains but is in constant need of reassurance.


Excerpts from:

Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline De Maigreat, Sophie Mas