Apple Cinnamon Roll with Browned Butter and Molasses. 

Cheese gougères fresh from the oven.

Crouch
Oil
2012 

Pomegranate
Oil
2012 

Anxiety
Oil
2012
 

Open Studios W’11

Some of my paintings from the quarter.

talkam:

A collaboration with my roommate, yobochua.

Our neighbors upstairs stomp a lot, but our RA told us not to put the rest up.

The rainbow zebracorn is currently on James’s door.

Sacrifice
a true story 

“You’re too immature. Jesus. You’re barely fifteen. This relationship isn’t good for me. I left her for you, you know. I promised I’d marry her.” I could hear a sob in his voice. “I can say it. I canIcanIcan.” My hands, shaking, frantic, were tangled in the plastic coated telephone cord. “Then why don’t you?” He sounded angry. “I love you I’m sorry I love you.”

Bitterness
a true story 

We were drunk when he pulled out my tarot cards, and lay them out for a reading. “Mel, what do these cards mean?”

“You’re thinking about a girl, but she’s far away. You’re conflicted. The future looks rough. She won’t want to see you.”

“Her name is Natalie. She lives in Scotland and I’ve be in love with her for a year.” 

He didn’t even kiss me goodbye.

Balcony

self portrait