1/5/26 - 1/8/26: I'm a frog.
1/5/26
I like the idea of working out one's demons through clay. It's so fiercely tactile.
Even though it’s extremely untrue, I like imagining art being the only thing that matters to me. It’s such a simple, peaceful fantasy. Fantasy is pretty fun to me right now amidst the dark cloud of melancholic rage and anxious sadness that arises from the reality of cancer. A rare form of melanoma has been trying very hard to kill my mom for the past two years. (Side note: At first, I accidentally spelled it ‘melamoma’, which is what a mom with melanoma is called, of course…don’t worry, she’d find this funny).
1/6/26
I’ve been waking up at random times in the night in a panic. Tonight is was at 4:24am.
I’m using an app to try and make new friends. It’s disconcerting how ubiquitous apps are nowadays, but regardless, I’m hopeful.
I’ve been thinking about my own flavor of loneliness that can come with being an artist and the ways in which artists have historically sought out community. In my own life, through pottery classes, I started to feel how much teaching art is a way to create this kind of community. In my own slow, shy way I’m actively trying to create my own art community.
1/8/26
Because I have a deep love for information organized into list form, I made my own version of what’s In/Out for 2026.
IN:
-Jumping on a mini trampoline and annoying my downstairs neighbors because it is a very squeaky trampoline.
-The present moment.
-Drinking coffee from the green hydro flask instead of the orange one.
-Frozen blueberries.
-The Space Lady’s greatest hits.
-Doing all the laundry once and for all.
-Flowing gracefully down the river of time.
-Walnuts.
-Thoughtfulness.
-True love.
OUT:
-Judgement of how much coffee I drink.
-Overwatering my indoor cactus plants.
-Cancer.