In August I took a reduction woodcarving class with Katie Baldwin at Penland School of Crafts.

Gorgeous titanium wrist cuff by Michelle Matheny. I wear it every day.

Over the next few days I’ll be posting more photos and reflections on my time there. (Click pictures for descriptions.)

"THE ADVENTURES OF MS. SEXY TRASHCAN." Comic draft from May. Never panned out for some reason. Hard to tell why.

"THE ADVENTURES OF MS. SEXY TRASHCAN." Comic draft from May. Never panned out for some reason. Hard to tell why.

In August I took a reduction woodcarving class with Katie Baldwin at Penland School of Crafts.

Reduction woodcut self-portrait with Vandercook SP-15 Letterpress. Prose poem handset in Bembo on reverse. Postcard, edition of 30.

Over the next few days I’ll be posting more photos and reflections on my time there. (Click pictures for descriptions.)

How does anybody even deal without a shop cat?

How does anybody even deal without a shop cat?

In August I took a reduction woodcarving class with Katie Baldwin at Penland School of Crafts.

I live in a dry, cloudless place (Oakland) but I come from a swamp (DC). People usually laugh like I’m joking when I say I miss the weather where I’m from, I miss the humidity. I’m not joking though. In the summer, when you step into the street, the air holds you. When you walk around it’s like your hot skin is made of the same stuff as what you’re walking through and you’re just flowing down the sidewalk. It doesn’t matter if you’re sweaty or dirty or smelly or wearing barely any clothes, because it’s hot as fuck and everyone else is hot too. Sometimes it’s so hot (well, and polluted) that the bus is free to ride. Then you can just ride the bus everywhere. Lots of people don’t like riding the bus, either, but I do, too.

When you live in a place with precipitation, you might not even notice it, but you’re surrounded by life. My time at Penland was bookended by brief visits to DC, which already seemed like a verdant steam sauna compared to my current arid digs. By the time I was in the mountains of NC, I felt like my brain was experiencing therapeutic benefits of seeing more green, my pupils always a little bigger. Everything is moist and growing at Penland. The amount of life burgeoning everywhere made the air feel supercharged with generative energy.

Seriously, one year in California couldn’t manage to turn me into a person who talks about nature and vibes, but two weeks on art mountain totally did. Over the next few days I’ll be posting more photos and reflections on my time there. (Click pictures for descriptions.)

Turns out my very old digital camera still works and has photos on it.

In 2007 I lived at the end of a hallway, right where the stairs to the basement began, in an area known as “The Zone.” I wasn’t the first or fifth or last inhabitant of the zone, but I believe I had the most elaborate setup of anyone who called that corner home. I divided the area horizontally into two planes with an uneasily lofted bed (nicknamed “Unsafe At Any Speed” by my roommate) and vertically into a very narrow library area, desk/tape/hangout area, and a closet (in a shallow depression on one wall).

My roommate Katy Otto and my future HGJ bandmate Erin McCarley were in a band together at time called PROBLEMS. I was their biggest fan. There had been a HHIG worship type band comprised of me and all my friends’ ex-boyfriends called PROBLEMS, and more aptly so, but they changed their name to ANCHORS. I think Katy had quickly grown fond of yelling “PROBLEMS” at shows, so she and Erin (along with ROUTINEERS bassist Todd McDonald) poached the name. I rode in the van to a lot of their shows, nervously drinking and hoping that Erin thought I was cool. I loved to stand up front while they played, bobbing my lil black hair/bleached hair head and grinning when Katy would get bored and start freestyling between songs.

I worked as a shop girl at a tattoo shop in a touristy part of NW, and as a book keeper for my roommate’s web-hosting company. House activities included playing Settlers of Catan, the UnGame, watching Sex & the City, and listening to Devin yell heinous things at 12-year-olds over his head set while playing Call of Duty.

Three memories from the Treeswing: (1) HARAM played their last show at the house and two of my best friends threw up on the rug directly below my bed in one night. (2) Going on a cleaning spree/archaeological dig of the basement which culminated in me dragging to the curb towers of obsolete technology, garbage bags full of lingerie belong to a long-gone former roommates ex-girlfriend, and, for some reason, a shoe box of Christmas cards addressed to ENGINE DOWN. (3) Having a room so small that it was feasible to fix my teetering loft bed by wedging a few books between it and the wall.

Turns out my very old digital camera still works and has photos on it.

In 2008 I lived in a three bedroom house with at least six people on Crittenden St NW by 14th St NW in Washington, DC. One of the rooms on the second floor was L-shaped and had two doors. A large bookcase divided it into two rooms: a smaller one, where I first lived with my twin bed and floor-to-ceiling stacks of crap, and a larger one with a full bathroom, where I expanded my collection of rocks, acorns, pieces of paper, and nightgowns.

I spent most of my time in my crowded little hovel, or six blocks away at The Girl Cave where I booked shows and practiced with my band Turboslut. Pretty much all I cared about was making flyers, making sure we practiced every Tuesday (“Loose Tuesdays”), making plans to go on tour, and playing one show a month. I took the bus down 16th street or rode my bike to work at a digital and offset print shop in Adams Morgan.

Three memories from Crittenden: (1) An opossum lived under the porch, which the cat Manolo liked to hang out with. One night the opossum and I had a standoff at the front door. He won. I went through the back. (2) I decided that I hated tall people and set tall-person-specific traps for Tariq all over the house, but none of them worked, because he went in through the back. (3) One cold February day, I told my roommate Toast that I was so sad I wished I could watch High Fidelity, be around a friend, drink White Russians, and take a bubble bath all at once. “Why don’t you?” he asked, then dragged a TV into the bathroom and averted his eyes as I sank into a hot tub and proceeded to get drunk and soggy.

officialscreamingfemales:

Screaming Females!  @ Astropress in WDC! 
http://astropressdc.com/

from the summer before this last summer, goofin around at pyramid with marissa

officialscreamingfemales:

Screaming Females!  @ Astropress in WDC! 

http://astropressdc.com/

from the summer before this last summer, goofin around at pyramid with marissa

proud to add “utterly depressing” to the list of descriptors of my creative output

The lovely folks at Chromatic Coffee made this cool video tour preview for our art opening tonight! I’m in that jont! Have I mentioned, I’m in that jont?

artofchromaticcoffee:

Hanging night!! Can’t wait for the opening tomorrow night.

We hung art last night. Tonight you can come see it.

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packaging the commodity portion of my offerings for the sept show at @chromaticcoffee which opens tomorrow! almost every #letterpress card will include misc other treats like adorable photos of me as a child and super grim tarot cards

packaging the commodity portion of my offerings for the sept show at @chromaticcoffee which opens tomorrow! almost every #letterpress card will include misc other treats like adorable photos of me as a child and super grim tarot cards

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This group show I’m stoked to be involved with its tomorrow - check out this blurb from sanjose.com and come flout the mainstream with us!

artofchromaticcoffee:

Interview with Beck Levy by Katie Alice Greer. Beck will be showing in Chromatic Coffee for the month of September along with other local artists.

artofchromaticcoffee:

OUR SEPTEMBER ARTIST TAKEOVER 

Coming up Thursday!

artofchromaticcoffee:

OUR SEPTEMBER ARTIST TAKEOVER 

Coming up Thursday!