I wonder if they remember to take the batteries out of smoke detectors when they abandon a building...

So the beep beep beeping of my drained little smoke detectors (four, count them four) on some subliminal level probably evoked this building sense of urgency. Like a timer ticking.

A lot of my habits were broken in May.


This was not one of them.






Inspired by every knock-kneed drunk bitch in platform stiletto heels.

The new studio space should be set up by the end of the month. Expect some finished works this fall.