Still alive..made it to Portland. When I wake up, my toes feel frozen. I miss the smallest things. I really didn't think it would be this hard, but I am a big baby so i should have known. I will start using this more now that I kind of have the internet.

I found out my mom might have cancer, I could be losing more people to New York, I am forever attracted to flaky artists (even when I end up sitting alone on a Saturday night) and I still have no clue what I am doing.

making my own language.

I decided that reading about Joan Vollmer, shopping on Ebay for bird cages and writing a new short story were all a lot more fun than packing for Portland. Eek.

The collage in my head..




Hitler Youth? Babes with cute haircuts.



The more I listen to the Red Aunts now the more I realized how much I liked them when I was younger. You know bands that you kind of forget about? Lately they have been rattling around in my brain quite a bit. Which reminds me..I miss greg.



Gregory James Aune. He lives so far and I just want to love on him all the time!


Butts are always on my mind. Especially cute one. Dreamy ones too.


Also 60's and 70's tan lines.


I daydream about the Owl House everyday. I want to cuddle up on the bed next to the heart mirror and sleep forever. Sometimes I even wish I was a bit crazier so I could create such amazing work. I just really want to be crrrrazy.




I am not sure what it is about Pamela De Barres. Maybe I just want to be her.


So, after my big move to the north I will be posting a lot more. I am going to be working on some installation pieces, more short stories and i am sure there will be some clothes thrown about. Pictures, posts and/or picure posts coming soon.

Love, Felisha.

favorite horse.

hi. i'm here.