Jinked

I have forgotten the rush, the complete in-the-zone feeling I get when I’m putting together a zine. I finished the master yesterday and spent today printing off the pages, trimming, collating, assembling, binding, and putting the unique finishing touches on each cover. There is something to be said about creating beautiful works of art with your own hands. No two copies look exactly the same. [...]

I’ve been feeling rather… crafty lately. Not in a cunning sort of way, mind you. I don’t like to deal with deceit (I had enough of that at my last full-time job). Rather, this is a glue-stick-scissors-crafty feeling that comes alive like neon card stock alongside a paper cut or two. Whether or not this is a temporary artistic adventure, I don’t know. I had [...]

When I have something to think about, something scary or difficult, I want to make things. And the things I want to make usually fall into the vein of visual art or strange music. I write, yes—I’ve been journaling in a paper journal perhaps a bit too much lately—but it’s only during these times when buried pieces of creativity surface. When I am distressed, I [...]

This morning I drove to Tracy’s house to buy a painting. A few months ago, I had seen her work on a website and fell in love. I didn’t even know she painted. I didn’t know a lot of things about Tracy then. I still don’t. She’s an enigma, a very cool woman. I hope, now that we’re both separated from work, I can learn [...]

My brother, who is beyond creative and ever-motivated, organized an art party with our family last night, where everything we made that evening would go home with him and into a zine. We’re all on a zine kick. Awesome. I love hanging out with my family, eating good food and now we can enjoy the company of one another while making art. An exceptional time. [...]