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If you came for a Studio Visit this week, you would see…
Nothing…
No peeking!
I’ve reached the stage with the second phase of the Things Men Have Said To Me Instead Of Hello collection where sharing the process feels like sharing pictures of myself on the toilet - it’s just too private, too personal, and even the IDEA of being perceived at this stage of the process feels excruciating.
It sounds super dramatic, but I’m not kidding - in the past I’ve made the mistake of sharing other work with people during this stage of the process and found that the work then becomes radioactive. I can’t work on it, I can’t even look at it! It then has to be put away for some kind of emotional decontamination process for at least six months, and we don’t have time for that in this instance!
So, no more peeks until we’re through the danger zone! But you can gorge yourself silly on the finished work from this collection, which you can find here.
Wanna hang out in the Studio with me?
I’m fully booked until August, but you can still contact me for an IRL or virtual visit here and we can get you in sometime after that.
Just wanna voyeur from afar? That’s cool too:
Pride month in Copenhagen, which brought up All The Feelings for me - the joyful, the complicated, and the ones I'm still untangling. Plus a queer art show, a gloriously boundary-fucking burlesque, some ridiculously exciting (and terrifying) news, and a return to painting after a break.
Is it worth deliberately overworking in order to buy an easier life later? A 30-day experiment in burning hot on purpose, and the real cost of pushing a creative practice and a chronically ill body to its limits.
The comedown after a social extravaganza, and the slow climb back up. A month of quiet studio days, my summer solstice ritual, Sankt Hans Fest, a drag show and the cats (as always). Essential elements in the gentle art of tending oneself back to life.
In this video I head to the beach to gather seaweed, shells, and inspiration for my latest Friends of the Haus zine - a love letter to summer memories by the water, made from old sketchbook pages, hand drawn lettering, and a lot of feelings (it's my Pisces moon!).
This is the story of how May brought new sparks of creativity into my life, through a fairly random series of incidents - also: thanks to the infamous Cat Distribution System WE UNEXPECTEDLY GOT CATS!
Inspiration is rarely a single lightbulb moment. It's more like a compost heap - a giant steaming pile of disparate things slowly breaking down until they become something new. This is a tour of my particular inspiration compost heap.
Ever wondered what goes into making a zine? Today I'm showing you my entire process for creating a digital zine for Friends of The Haus - from designing the layout, to cutting up my own artwork, to assembling the final piece.
Spend a day in the Haus with me: filming, zine-making, a fabulous outfit. And a conversation with my best friend that sends me down a rabbit hole about my relationship with rules - turns out this anti-authoritarian punk is secretly dying to be told what to do 🤣.
A while back, Jennifer and I spent an afternoon making puppets in my studio. No plan, no tutorial, just a bunch of scrap materials and a great big dollop of FAFO attitude. This is what that looked like.
What does it mean to deliberately put your 45-year-old body into the world when culture has decided women your age should be fading quietly into the background? What's the difference between being looked at and choosing to be seen? What does it mean to be visible?