Art of Perfection
Perfection of Art Picture this, a young Chicanita at a desk, legs swinging, too short to touch the ground, pencil poised in right hand forefinger curled and...
Birthing Art
The Art of Birthing Saturday I visited a friend who recently had a baby. He had only been this side of the womb for five weeks and as I held the weight of...
Only Weather
Only Weather It is the depths of winter in Minnesota and we just came through a pretty intense stretch of sub-zero air temps that began in late-December. In...
Art as Legacy
Legacy as Art At a training I recently co-facilitated my friend V announced as part of her introduction, “I’m a bell hooks feminist.” Gathered with the board...
Reading Fundamentals
Fundamental Reading I just want to read. I just want to read. I just want to read. I just want to read. The current mantra that I’ve been chanting lately is...
Train of Thought
Thought of Train “I want to write on the train” I told Vaimo after waking up from a quick nap in our sleeper car. “You are” she replied with a smile in her...
Art is Making It
Making it is Art Over steaming bowls of caldillo Tía L made us I dipped a charred corn tortilla in the warm tomato based broth as my tongue burned from the...
Hobby or Art?
Art or Hobby? “Do you think we need hobbies?” I casually asked Vaimo as we sat on the couch that used to sit in my parents living room. “Speak for yourself”...
Art is a Jump Scare
A Jump Scare is Art You know that moment in a scary movie when the music has set the scene, anticipation is in the air and you know something is lurking...
Married to Art
Married to Art In a different timeline I can imagine my life just like the “dream” of this country’s supposed promise: a suburban home, the white picket...
Art is a Road Trip
A Road Trip is Art Have you ever journeyed across the country to pick up three large paintings you dropped off after a series of unfortunate events, really...
Art of KCF: Art is Home
Home is Art During the pandemic my bestie and I read Chani Nicolas’ You Were Born for This and held a two-person book group to discuss our findings. If...
Special Dispatch from Matfield Green, Kansas
I made a pot of beans the first morning of my residency and wondered when was the last time this space held the aroma simmering pinto beans. I wondered when...
Art of KCF: Art is Overpacking
Overpacking is Art Delta sent me an email welcoming me back into the air since the pandemic began. I was charmed in the way that one can be charmed by a...
Art of KCF: Painting is Dreaming
Dreaming is Painting Sometime last week I was in a beautiful dream. I had just wrapped up the last class of the semester as professor, though I couldn’t tell...
Art of KCF: Art is Death and Rebirth
Death and Rebirth is Art I wish I could give you a polished essay, as it is this brief correspondence arrives to in-boxes one day later than the arbitrary...
Art of KCF: The Sport of Art
The Art of Sport The thrum of the beat starts and most folks know exactly what’s coming next. The bass and guitar strum one after another, building momentum....
Art of KCF: One Full Year
One full year A year ago I was deep in revisions of paintings and a digital book chapter for a feminist publication celebrating the 50th anniversary of the...
Art of KCF: The Exorcism of KCF
The Exorcism of KCF I’m working on an artist statement related to my Kitchen Saints that will be hosted soon on an online space connected to a larger project...
Art of KCF: Dispatches from Rural MN
The Ghosts of our Past: Dispatches from Rural MN The first time I laid eyes on this group of lionesses in the Chauvet Cave of Southeastern France I felt...
