confession#3

i fake ghost sightings.  i stare at the ceiling, although there is nothing there, for minutes at a time.  i do it to scare dad.  in the midst of my intense staring i pretend to see something of interest.  sometimes

confession#3

i fake ghost sightings.  i stare at the ceiling, although there is nothing there, for minutes at a time.  i do it to scare dad.  in the midst of my intense staring i pretend to see something of interest.  sometimes

confession#2

i lick the pans and silverware, if they are left out, when no one is home.

confession#2

i lick the pans and silverware, if they are left out, when no one is home.

confession#1

i cannot stop chewing on plastic.  it’s a sickness, really.  the other day when no one was home i almost choked on a celaphane cracker wrapper.  even after that you’d think i’d stop.  the corners of a blue tarp mom

confession#1

i cannot stop chewing on plastic.  it’s a sickness, really.  the other day when no one was home i almost choked on a celaphane cracker wrapper.  even after that you’d think i’d stop.  the corners of a blue tarp mom

faux life

my “mouse on a string toy” has been unmasked. the mouse is this: an oval-shaped piece of plastic covered in faux fur with glued-on googly eyes and pink felt ears. the string is an old thread from dad’s handknit sweater

faux life

my “mouse on a string toy” has been unmasked. the mouse is this: an oval-shaped piece of plastic covered in faux fur with glued-on googly eyes and pink felt ears. the string is an old thread from dad’s handknit sweater

portrait

on mom’s head-me. acrylic on cardboard.

portrait

on mom’s head-me. acrylic on cardboard.

posing

circa 2014; buenos aires, argentina. learned from the best. ambiance:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGfYAUQRQQo

posing

circa 2014; buenos aires, argentina. learned from the best. ambiance:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGfYAUQRQQo

bsas bouncing/humboldt hopping

when i lived in buenos aires, here at humboldt, i learned to climb and jump and was becoming quite good. mom was a mixture of joy and panic while dad was against it all together.  on the terrace i scaled

bsas bouncing/humboldt hopping

when i lived in buenos aires, here at humboldt, i learned to climb and jump and was becoming quite good. mom was a mixture of joy and panic while dad was against it all together.  on the terrace i scaled