Art is truly the only thing I have ever cared about. As a child all I did was draw. I would draw beautiful women and decadent clothing. I would draw all day and all night. During class, during recess, on my homework.
My mom recently told me that if I ever became pregnant not to get an abortion, but to let her raise it. The baby would hate her and then hate me for giving it to her.
I find big hair to be absolutely necessary.
My weakness is Mexican food. I also have a weakness for a Mexican. Now I'm fat, but we're totally happy.
I procrastinate because I love working under pressure.
I drink alot of coffee.
I would hem David Lynch's pants if he wanted me to.
I can make clothes from patterns, I can make patterns from scratch, but I never do because I hate to sew.
My record collection is the only evidence that I have ever held a job.
I love really old Playboys, pre-Barbie Benton only.
I come from a long line of photographers and pilots.
My grandmothers and Rob's grandmother, rest in peace, are my idols.
I have recently reconnected with two lovely ladies that I've missed.
Physical fights keep breaking out around me when I leave my house.
Richard St. Ofle is my favorite artist in Sacramento.
I love horror movies.
I collect old handbags, shoes, dresses, jewelry and basically anything weird.
I hate southern California.
I'm Swedish. I still have family there, and I would like to meet them.
Rob calls old people "pre-corpses" and it totally makes me laugh.
I live in the hood and I love it.
I have a painting for a friend that needs finishing.