New Moon in Capricorn and Solstice December 21st 2014

December 21st, 2014





Capricorn is the goat climbing to the mountain top. The mountain is your mighty I Am Presence. The I Am Presence does not descend into the lower physical world where ego reigns. You are to climb higher and merge with your God Consciousness. -New Moon in Capricorn and Solstice December 21st 2014, Mystic Mamma

Summer Watercolors

November 5th, 2014

A collection of little observational paintings I did at lakes and oceans this summer. Click to view larger.









Sketches, October 29 2014

October 30th, 2014




Recent Drawings, October 2014

October 16th, 2014






September 4th, 2014



DEAR AMANDA, new comic debuting at SPX 2014

Belén is saving up to move to Amsterdam and become a writer, but thankfully this summer won’t be lonely. She starts a bittersweet fling with her coworker Ginette, who is (coincidentally) a great source of inspiration for Belén’s writing.

I wonder what Ginette thinks of that.

48 pages, $5, 8.5″ x 5.5″

I have been nominated for an Ignatz Award in Promising New Talent! Thanks to the jurors for the nomination. Attendees are the voters. So if you come to SPX, September 13 – 14, you can vote! Check out all the other nominees.

I will be at Table W50. I hope to see you at SPX!

Here’s a recent interview I did.

Watercolors from June 23 – 26

June 27th, 2014













June 10th, 2014





I went to a monastery for my birthday this year, the place where they make the local jam I like. They come in these beautiful little jars. I’m 25 years old now, I like that age. I feel that age. I only started liking my birthdays when I got older, past school. They make sense to me when I could control myself.

I’m happy. Things are working out, things always work out. I don’t really have anything profound to say. What did I used to write in my journals on my birthdays? I wish I could find my journal when I turned 22. 23. It’s here somewhere. 24 was here in Providence, and I have the same journal this year I had then, and it doesn’t have an entry. I never kept good journals, though. I realized years ago that if I wanted to make stuff I couldn’t force myself to adhere to one book at a time, one thing at a time, cover-to-cover.

I went to a monastery, and mostly laid in the fields surrounding the abbey. It was a beautiful day, slightly warmer than the day before (me and N went to the beach that day). I ate chips and drew the clouds and cleared my mind. Cleared my mind without particularly trying, which is the only way that makes sense. Forcing your mind to clear is sort of horrific. The abbey was an hour and a half drive too, which was nice. I had a great time. I kind of wished I had brought a tent and I could have camped there a few days, not spoken out loud a few days, but there was a party for me that night, and C did a tarot reading for me like she did last year, so I had to go back. I should live in a cold brick building some day.


This drawing of the main stained glass window doesn’t fit the aesthetics of my drawings well but it has to go in. Something I liked about the abbey was that it wasn’t very open to visitors. It had two tiny entrances that were barred off from the rest of the complex. The building itself had kind signs that asked for absolute silence. The interior of the building rang out with every shuffle from my backpack. I love that. A huge, echoing building, so when you bump something, everyone knows about it. Clear and cold and empty.

This is the best part.

May 16th, 2014

This is the best part. The end of the year. I like being around K-12 schools in the spring, more than colleges. Spring means freedom.

I love my kids, a lot. I’m proud of them. The musical is this weekend, and they are so self-assured. The best part of being a teacher is when you aren’t needed anymore. I still come dedicatedly to all the performances, because my kids like to look over and see me there, an anchor. But they don’t need me. I sit and I laugh and I grin with all my teeth showing.

I love them, and I want to draw them, and capture these moments. And I remember I’m working on this big project, and every kid I want to draw already has a fictional character representing them. I’m happy to be working on this project that feels like a real translation of experience, or at least, my observation of their experience. They work so hard.

I went out with the other teachers last night. I made a promise to A. that I’ll be with him until graduation. That’s two more years. I hope I can fulfill that. I need to talk to a lot of people.

I love the parties and the dancing and the gossip, I love the focus on me and my creativity, but I’m glad I’m also a teacher. I’m glad I get to be here with these kids. I’m glad I’m not only an artist. This really is the best part.