About

i dont think a day goes by without me working on an art/writing/photography/fashion/design/video project...& often there are possibly hundreds in the works~ in my head, on my chair, on the floor, in the back alley ! to the shock & horror of many around me, I am always finding things others clearly think of as old & busted, rubbish or a complete disaster-waiting-to-happen that can be turned into a new & innovative creation, or at least trip over it enough times without the magic happening before reluctantly resigning it to the recycle bin. some have called me a "hoarder", or have trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel (or the bottom of the craft supply pile, as it were) & arent able to forsee the end result until it is completed in front of their very eyes. I have made believers out of the most doubtful, & I have been proven wrong on many occasions about my daring feats, as well. most of my art comes from some bizarre place only a true LanamaL could ever go. "how did you think to do that?" is a querrie I hear more often than MacGyver probably did. but most of the haters end up wanting a painting made with that stupid broken mirror from the foyer, or a knitted owl bracelet that miraculously utilized the odd yarn scraps & mismatched buttons Granny told me to throw out a year ago, or various other things I have managed to save from impending doom & turning into something to talk about, treasure forever, lose somehow despite its giant size, hide in a drawer, sell on kijiji, brag about to friends that dont have one, or pretend to adore but be completely confused by. art is pretty chill & not too proud to come from a dumpster or a long ago forgotten box from a previous tennant in your new rental home. art is pretty much the shit, the bees' knees, the cup of tea. art is the best friend I have ever had & pairs extremely well with a fine($25 bottle) of wine & a side of Radiohead,some Mazzy Star or perhaps Nina Simone today. Tmrw art may be a bit less amicable & accompanied by a half-eaten bowl of shitty ichiban noodles, some expired chocolate milk & a bruised apple,created while avoiding the phone at all costs for numerous reasons, obnoxiously blaring dirty dubstep & pissing off roommates & not giving a shit or explaining the sudden change in mood. you just never know how art is gonna happen. dont question it. just let art happen & embrace it if it has to be weird like that sometimes. art has a mind of its own & a heart & a brain. right? art=imagination art=beauty
art=soul
art is the shit, basically