“No matter your gender identity, friends, I invite you to put on a pair of wraparound goggles and keep noticing how gender limits or privileges you.”
Keith Aron via A. Wilder
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Gardening Without Work: for the aging, the busy and the indolent by Ruth Stout
(Read for free on Internet Archive)
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A little rearrange brought my heirloom rocker out to the studio. Mom and I recovered this in William Morris’ Strawberry Thief when I was expecting.
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I’ve exhibited my work across the country, but this is the first time I’ve been able to attend and see my art in a gallery setting. Thanks to Local Color Studio for including me in this group exhibition.
You can see more photos of The Mental Load here.
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You can also trace my key obsession back to Alice in Wonderland.
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“…there is no pulling myself up from my bootstraps. There is only wading through and building the bridge to get to the other side.”
Cody Cook-Parrot
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Have been experimenting with cardboard as (free) mulch to suppress weeds and 10/10 would recommend. It just has to be wedged or weighed down to avoid blowing away.
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The Wheel of Time
Read more: The Wheel of TimeGrowing up I was a hardcore fan freak of The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan. It’s recently been reimagined as a television series and I’ve reconnected with the fandom and found so much joy in this vibrant and creative community.
I wrote about my creative pilgrimage to Charleston, South Carolina where I saw Robert Jordan’s notes here:
I also made this zine to sum up some of the reasons why we love The Wheel of Time. If you’re a fantasy nerd I think you’d really love it. I recommend jumping into the show first and you can always go back and read the books later.
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The Secret Garden keychain that started my fascination with keys.
As a young child I used to carry this to pine trees in our yard and imagine opening portals to other worlds.