SOMETIMES THE SUBWAY COMES TO YOU.
I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me
Dead Horse Bay, 2014
LOOK INTO MY STUDIO
I guess I take a lot of crazy pictures of my mom…
"Ghost Mom and Tree, Big Cypress Preserve," photograph, 2014.
"Crack Pole, Harlem,"
I made this for my husband to celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary. Because what says “I love you” more than superimposing the heads of your beloved cats onto your bodies?
Original (day-after-our-wedding) image by Angelica Glass.
Photoshop skills acquired through the blood and sweat of my friend Josh.
P.S. for the lovely people who have asked, my childhood buddy is David Marcus, who is an amazing athlete and a lovely human being, and I’m honored to have known him since we were both in diapers.
GET IN MY HEAD? (You know, just making some .gifs of my recent brain scan. Like you do.)
"Have You Seen This Boy?" 2013.
"You Can’t Do That On Television (Or In a Hole)," 2011, paint marker on Instax.
J&J, 160th and Amsterdam. 75 cents. Strong enough that several blocks later, on the corner of Count Basie Place and Paul Robeson Blvd, I get why the guy who sold it to me kind of bugged out when I said I wanted it black. no, really. really? really. really, no sugar? really. no milk? no milk, really. black? black. you’re tough, mama.
another page from my entry to The Sketchbook Project. this is about the shit that goes down on the MTA.