top of page

100 Little Moments

May I have 100 Moments of Your Time?

​

As I worked on other paintings, I would have leftovers of the specific colors I needed that day, already squeezed out of the tube and onto my palette. Sure, I could cover it in saranwrap and save it for a few days, but ultimately it would be wasted when I threw it out. So began these miniature paintings. Using a brush as large as the canvases, I would gather as much of the leftover paint as I could and spread it onto the small square. For each one, I keep adding paint and changing directions of my strokes until I am both out of paint and satisfied that I have created something worth looking at, even if for a moment. Each is titled by a thought I had while I was creating the painting. 100 unconnected moments, now frozen and tied together.

Putting a Top or Bottom Tag on a Fitted Sheet Makes it the Bottom
Rum Drunk
Once Again; Had the Chance to Flirt and Forgot to Take It
Having Anxiety about my Anxiety
I've Needed to Replace this Lightbulb for Two Weeks
Tried Flirting; Ended up with Two Feet in my Mouth
Should Probably Not Be Using my Finger to See if this Is Dry
Opening and Closing the Same App 20 Times in 20 Minutes
The Final Countdown
Losing Brain Cells to Linseed Oil
Brah, the Government is Already Tracking You
It's My Party and I'll Use a Dangling Preposition if I Want to
Purty
Accidently Flattened some of the other Paintings
Malignant, Dark, Snot-Lord of Sacrifice
I Don't Really Care What This Reminds You of
Just Put My Seat Back the Way it Was
Inadequate
Why Does White Paint Never Dry
Not Everything is About You, But This Probably Is
These Colors Are Stupid
4 Feet are Better Than 2
Terrarrarrarrium
Surrounded By Trumpets
Nobody Likes a Know-It-All
Overeating Until I've thrown Up
Mind Over Matter
WheatiesforBreakfast
Homesick
Onomonopeia
FeelingLeftOutofaVolcanicEruption
#notallmenYeahYoureanEvenBiggerDick
Hundslappadrífa
Stop Talking to My Dog
The Never Ending Pile of Laundry
Missing When Snow Days Were Fun
Naptime
Leaf Me Alone
Be Excellent to Each Other
I Wish I was Smart Enought to come up with a PhD Proposal
A Damn Fine Cup of Coffee
Choices Affect More than Just Yourself
Mini Paintings are Great when you Have no Attention Span
My Hands are too Jittery for Photos, Thanks Coffee
Trying to be one of those Hot Girls that Films themselves when they Paint
Flying Blind Because the Sun is in my Eyes
People Who Don't Like Cats Have Control Issues
Is that a Dog Hair or a Bristle
Pins and Needles in my Feet
You're Not Clever
Sleep is for the Week
It Can't Rain All the Time
Counting Layers
Painter's Tape is my Favorite Invention
Sympathetic Pain but with My Dog
Sleep is for the Weak
Hiding Under a Knit Blanket with 32 House Plants
I Like to Think I'm a Princess and not a Diva
Sea Dragons are the Bane of My Existence
Is It a Dad Thing to Not Believe in Heat
Make Good Choices
I Use All of My Phone Battery Spying on My Dog
Trying to Paint a Church, but I Can't Paint Straight Lines
If I Never Live Somewhere Humid Again, that'd Be Okay
I Don't Need More Friends, I Already Have 3
How Many Beers Until I Lose My Motor Skills
What Could Be More Wholesome than 'Nazi Punks Fuck Off'
Your Life is a Capitalist Scam
Almost Just Drank Some Turpinoid
Mornings are for Coffee and Contemplation
The Goonie is Indiana Jones, but with Kids
Just Spent $7 on an Iced Coffee
Haunt Me in Washington Square Park
Is Tendonitis Normal at 24?
Don't Shoot Me Santa Is a Jam
I Keep Knitting Shawls I Don't Know what to do with
If You Haven't Done a Photoshoot in the Woods, You're not a Real Black Metal Band
I Might Be Happy if it Was Fall all the Time
I Am so Sick of COVID Art
SquareSpace
I'm Dying to Wear a Sweater
If you Want to Live on the Edge, Just Drive on the Somerville Circle
Count vonHackelberg
Groggy from a Nap
God, I'm Fucking Lonely
I Squished a Canavas while Trying to Tak
I Nearly Disowned my Cousins when I Hear
Afternoon Coffee Makes Everything Better
16 Going on 17 is a Disgusting Song
Salt Money
Traitors are their Own Level of Terrible People
This Tuesday Feels Like Friday
I'm Ready to Stop Feeling Nauseous Because of my Job Now
Marc Hemple Was Right
Pop Kids is so Bad, at least We Know it Wasn't Ghost Written
I Repot My Plants More than I Paint
Google Will be the One to Make WestWorld Real
Can't Be Arsed to Even Come up with a Title
How Does One Get a Job? A Blood Sacrifice?
Even Target Won't Call Me Back

​

Instagram

Tumblr

bottom of page