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...
Art of KCF: Stuck Like Glue
Stuck Like Glue Astonished that I had made it through a life of over three decades never having to remove wallpaper, last April I took to the internet for...
Art of KCF: When the Heat Goes Out
When the Heat Goes Out Sub-zero temperatures have a way of reminding you of the marvel of nature. Stopping and truly taking the time to observe nature often...
Art of KCF: The Tree-Huggers of the ChicFinn Cottage
The Tree-Huggers of the ChicFinn Cottage “Ya’ll aren’t tree-huggers are you?” Brian, the excavation contractor asked as he surveyed our dirt driveway before...
Art of KCF: Halloween Lady Beetles
Halloween Lady Beetles I have no empirical evidence to support this claim -- only experiential, but I'll declare it anyways-- country homes are particularly...
Art of KCF: A Much Needed Scrub
A Much Needed Scrub When the clock struck midnight on January 1st, 2021 Vaimo and I were deep into our first REM cycle. Having long given up on any fantasy...
