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299 days: frida and me

“I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.” — frida kahlo — Today is Frida’s birthday, so she came along for my run. She wasn’t a runner, but … Continue reading

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you are the most beautiful widow in town

  I knew this must’ve been a dream Cause you’re mother would never let me in her house — mark linkous — Sylvia Plath killed herself. I suppose I knew that, stashed somewhere in my subconscious next to the recipe … Continue reading

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home is where the art is

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares,I paint my own reality.”― Frida Kahlo He just wanted his art up. That’s all. Bruce is our friend. He’s settling in to a new apartment after he was kicked out of his previous abode because … Continue reading

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hi, how are you

“When I was a kid, I always thought that I’d be a comic book artist,” Daniel Johnston once said. “It took a long time to start thinking that I could be a musician.” I had no idea those were the … Continue reading

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living with an artist, part 17

I’m watching TV. Mo has fallen asleep in her chair. I look up. There’s a dinosaur sitting on top of the TV with a thimble on its head. Why? Because she’s an artist. This is what she does. I thank … Continue reading

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