St. Louis Brick

2/5/21

Happy Valentine's Day

Last year on the way to the Katherine Dunham Museum in East St Louis.
Call to see if the museum is still open for touring during Black History MOnth and covi :/

Travels with Dear Boi

It's likely this was our last sojourn together. We were at BJC. She always entertained me while I wanted in rooms where the women come and go.

Birthday

A photo from my birthday party with two women who were BFs: Carrie Lindsey and Pat Wax.
I made that dress! I wanted to wear an Oldsmoble

Just one of the Treasures that has passed through my Hands

Antique 30s turquoise lampwork bead necklace with spun gold. DoOuble strand, made in Germany.
I love my job. For the last 35 years I've been a treasure hunter. I have the abilty to quickly identity rare things that typically cost me less than $5.
I had a retail store but then the miracle of the Webs changed my life for the better. There's nothing like waking up to a series of sales to pack :)

1/30/21

I am a Wealthy Woman

I'll have the usual

I've become so predictable that you beat me to my desk chair every morning.

1/29/21

Dreaming about My Forever President

In the dream I was in a massive hotel with a lot of official people looking over a dark and swelling river.
Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives.
Maybe the sun was leaking and we were quarantined.
Something inense.
I held a bossy management position. Comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected of me.
Disaster management.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth. The party was contrived and rife with white men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barak Obama walked into the room. I felt relief. I grinned at him.

The sun appeared all crisp and new.
The mood instantly changed. Someone offered him a drink.

He was relaxed and happy.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. My hand on his shoulder as he slid me about the room. I was laughing with delight.
You can fix anything, I told him.
No, he said, I just know how to dance.

1/25/21

What I do in the Winter when I can't be in the Garden

I look up and as the earth turns so does the light display.

Movie Stills from my Narrative

Rainbow at the Junction under Cirrus.
My relentless obsession documenting the number 3 which is the lucky prime in Math Theory.
For my funny Valentine.

#ControltheNarrative

1/24/21

The Rainbow/Prism Gallery

My crystal display in the south facing living room window shoots crystals throughout our house 42 feet back into our bedroom.

Making Things out of other Things

I am challenged by materials. It's my primary motivation.
I can find something in an alley and instantly see it in a finished project.
I don't call this imagination, it's too immediate. It's not even a process. I can see it transported into a beautiful thing.
maybe it's alchemy.
I used to design jewelry and developed a business with three sales reps. My jewelry was in all midwest and southwest galleries and museum gift shops including SLAM, The Walker Museum, and The Art Institute of Chicago.
I stopped designing jewlery when the internet flattened the market and started designing other things: clothing, belts, curtains, hats, etc.
Here's another belt that I made.

We make Things out of other Things

Pat Tassoni creates mind blowing upcycles.
I have one of his Space Needle Lamps and so should you.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/30553120@N04/sets/72157607316260080/

It's His Birthday

Pist turned 50 yesterday. It was a sunny morning for a crisp drive to Beaumont Antire. I was treated to a flawless performance of Chopin's etude in G# minor op.25 no.6.
I was also presented with a freshly cut gate key (hahahaha)
Pist was wearing a long silver ring.
What is that, I had asked.
Armor.
What happened to the rest of it, I asked.
Women.

I could hear my laughter echo through the Valley of Sighs.
It looks like this.