You are cordially invited to attend Father Frank’s Edging Clinic Sponsored by the Holy Brotherhood Of Pork Producers. Fabric and paper sculpture 13 inches long.

For those of you headed North. You are about to experience rain and darkness. The locals have a specially wardrobe,routines, dietary supplements, and prescriptions to cope. I have seen the rain break transplants inside of a week. You don’t have to come here. You are not needed or wanted

The rain has soaked through everything. Your socks just sprouted a mushroom. You haven't smelled decent BBQ since your last night in Texas, before mustering. Suddenly, a metallic creak echoes through the fog. They were coming again. The naked cyclists. "Just four weeks a year," you mutter.

Greetings from Hell. Here is my latest piece. Sorry about thr IG link. Hopefully you can se it in all its glory. www.instagram.com/reel/DPcmUvd...

I am sitting in a local pub in a historical building that belonged to my grandmother’s ancestors. Should i bring it up to the server and become the most insufferable guest?

Greetings from Hell. I am working on knitting a circular blanket out. Going thrifting later and cleaning out the art studio. It’s amazing how all we are considered soft and sensitive while being the most terrifying combatants. It makes me wonder if they are just scared of community and creativity.

They are gone. 15 days in the middle of the parking lot. It’s bittersweet. I’ve started thinking of the underwear as part of the landscape.

Greetings from Hell. I finished an art piece yesterday and worked a shift at the shop. The most terrifying thing happened when a Nissan Altima with out of state plates hydroplaned down the hill into traffic narrowly hitting my car. I gave them a thumbs down as they recklessly drove onto the freeway.

It’s finished 35 hours of work. A true labor of love.

I do not care about your workout or your skincare routine. I only want to hear the absolutely unhinged revenge plot against your sister’s shitty ex.

Greetings from Hell. The guard is in my suburb getting brief on their mission. I hope they are learning how to properly remove leaves from storm drains. It’s messy and uncomfortable work. Flooded intersections are the greatest threat to our city and region.

They want a show give ‘em a show

Greetings from Hell. I planted crocus bulbs yesterday and today I have an assortment of daffodils to get into the ground. Finished one of my art pieces for an upcoming show. The temperature is dropping so I cut the remaining tomatoes of the vines to finish ripening indoors.

Greetings from Hell, well He’ll Adjacent. Yesterday I went to a secluded parking lot and met two people we exchanged packages under cover of clouds and rain. I traded half a loaf of banana bread for three slices of white chocolate raspberry cheesecake.

Just putting some finishing touches before adding a backing and hanging hardware. #textileart #mixedmedia

Greetings from Hell. Today I got up early and opened all the windows to listen to the first rain of the fall. Drank some lovely coffee and toasted and buttered some chocolate walnut banana bread.

While anticipating the invasion of federal troops I did some gardening, snuggled a cat, read a book, ate some delicious pancakes, supported my child’s creative endeavors, and made some hummus. May make some banana and walnut bread later. Just an average quiet Sunday in a war ravaged hellscape.

With all the discourse about Portland, I need to complain about a thing. Even good intentioned people are saying: Portland is so chill right now maybe but 5 years ago maybe it was that crazy. And this drives me nuts. 5 years ago protests were in very small portions of the city and the violence was

Currently a 25-minute wait for brunch in the crime-ridden hellhole of Portland.

the scene now in war-ravaged antifa Portland🦆

Apparently troops have arrived in my neighborhood because we are very cool and interesting. I know they have a lot to do. I humbly submit a priority list to things to do while they are here:

The undies are sill on the parking lot. The shrimp tails have been taken by assorted wildlife. I could notify the property manager, but I am strangely comforted and emotionally attached to them. Plus I want to see how long it takes them to notice and pick them up.

I was trying to work on my art, but it was more important to cradle Mable while we both disassociate

THURSDAY ART SHOW! If you are a working artist (i.e. you depend on income from your art) just respond to this post with your non-pornographic, non-violent, non-Al generated ✨CAT-RELATED✨ art/ crafts and I will repost! From now until 8:00 pm EST. Include any relevant links like your website or etsy!

History keeps repeating itself so I am preparing for the next economic bubble.

can’t talk, having a spiritual experience with a baked potato

They are still here? Weird. It’s like the whole thing is made up.

Happy Rapture Eve! Make sure to leave all your earthy goods and banking details with a heathen. If you own 20 plus acres in the Willamette Valley with water rights and some timber or vineyard land let’s talk.

I have been going out and enjoying life. It’s been helping keep the hopeless at bay. Lots of good food, art, and wonderful company.

Shhh she’s sleeping

Big Perv. A work in progress.

when i was a little girl dreaming of my bold and glorious future i always imagined that my friends and i would periodically trade off who gets the doomer brain and who is basically holding it together

Here is a brief video of a work in progress. It’s a paper and textile sculpture. It may be included n an upcoming erotica group show.

When I got into work today I found a pair of soiled boxer brief’s and six shrimp tails in my parking spot. Diva down.

So I’ve been busy. What did I miss?

If this happens Panda should bring back the Trail Blazer Glasses.

The group chat is strongly in favor of me purchasing this property. I have decided it will be a cat rescue and super club called second breakfast. Potatoes will definitely be on the menu.

THURSDAY ART SHOW! If you are a working artist (i.e. you depend on income from your art) just respond to this post with your non-pornographic, non-violent, non-Al generated ✨CAT-RELATED✨ art/ crafts and I will repost! From now until 5:00 pm EST. Include any relevant links like your website or etsy!

I was googling up fiber arts technique to refresh my memory and the top results were short form video and AI slop. They were all poor quality and incomplete or incorrect. I just needed a schematic or a list of step by step instructions.

Work in progress. You may see this one on display in an upcoming erotica show in Palm Springs.

It happened again. I was slogging boxes out to the recycling when your Dad followed me shouting “Cheese! Cheese shop! Are you open?” Not the worst thing shouted at me next to some dumpsters. He bought some cheese and talked about his wife. I am the pied piper of cultured dairy and cured meats.

Is cheese your favorite food? Do you send cheese in lieu of flowers? Do I have the kitchen towel for you! It’s a 100% cotton flour sack towel hand printed using two hand carved stamps. mrivdesigns.bigcartel.com/product/say-...

I am just a girl sitting in front of her pharmacist begging for a COVID booster.

Apparently I live in hell. Hell is beautiful, is an amazing community, the arts scene of fun, and the food is incredible.

I was going to crate a whimsical corn dog themed sticker. A quick google search of the planned phrase produced the following results.

My new professional head shot.

I made my own packaging for wholesale items. I am pretty proud of these. Simple and made of recycled paper and cardboard.

I need professional photos to demonstrate that I am an artist and that gallery owners and curators can market me. Here is the thing. I don’t do pictures. I have hated pictures from birth. Every photo feels like a lie. This feels like a better representation of me as a person and an artist.

Therapy is expensive. Trauma dump on telemarketers and phone scammers. Best practice is to do this while at work.

Hey you! You should buy a tee shirt that I designed with my own brain and drew with my own hands. Printed by a small local woman owned business too. mrivdesigns.bigcartel.com/product/stin...