Happiness

touch
the warmth of my hand in someone else's.
a moonlit walk
a shooting star
new seedlings sprouting
fresh cut flowers
running down a trail, the sun on my back and a cool autumn breeze.
cool running river water
my mom's hug
my dad's laugh and smile, when he grabs the back of my neck in a gentle affirmation when i make him proud.
my kitten lying on my chest purring
cantering on horseback, when we synch our bodies in rhythm.
lying on my grandma's bed next to her when she is getting ready to fall asleep, singing to her and she prays for me, we say we love each other and hold hands.
a fire.
lying in a hammock, swaying.
looking out over a beautiful harmonious landscape.
sunset.
sunrise.
sitting outside on a cool night, writing or drawing, or just thinking, quiet and content.

Things I Learned Today

Chicago showed me...

Joseph Kosuth, installations, David Shrigley...

the sun shines high at the sulphur creek farm

stepping into the fields,
through the tall grass,
hopping over small glistening spiderwebs
and remnants of cows passed by,
i come to a thin shining line
delicate yet spiteful upon the touch
into the field of marigold and blue leaves
i feel purpose,
i feel content,
i feel at peace as work becomes childlike play,
carrying water my body grows stronger,
what could be labor becomes a wet nourishing
trip to the stream to gather the counterpart
of my own burning self

preservation and fermentation

Homemade kimchi, pickled asparagus and cucumbers, and strawberry jam.

moineau makes art

"ode to sparrow in resin: my grandfather"
resin, paint, ink, pigment on paper
2009

my first animation. enjoy!


music by st.vincent
2010

nashville thoughts

a sweet new city
a sweaty new city
new streets to turn, to climb, to rush down
getting lost i want to cry
feeling found i sigh
and promise tomorrow i will travel straight home
but do i?
each day a new day, a new way
a new corner to turn
a feeling, somewhere i will find my place to stay
where i feel home
my own home, a new home
one which will remain
friends i meet never last
until they do.
few years past, realization comes
so quickly before i let them go,
until we meet again
and i know them just as i knew them before
they know me
home

internship in the indigo

This summer I am interning with ASK apparel, now known as Artisan Natural Dyes. A company owned and operated by two lovely sisters in Nashville, TN. I am one of two interns helping out for the summer. We work on a 200 ft plot of land on the Shutter Creek farm, growing indigo, marigolds and sunflowers. We use plants from last year's crop (along with other plants found, foraged, given and bought) to create natural dye solutions. Dying naturally is much easier than I heard, although it takes much more time and knowledge than using synthetic dyes. I have learned the japanese technique of stenciling, Katazome, using homemade soymilk and rice paste to paint on plant or animal based fiber. I love taking a handful of marigolds and turning a white piece of fabric into a bursting sun yellow. Stepping closer to the roots of dying, I feel closer to the earth, the mother and my creator.

THE SPARROW

I am only a little sparrow
A bird of low degree
My life is of little value
But the dear Lord cares for me
He gave me a coat of feathers
'Tis very plain I know
With never a speck of crimson
For it was not made for show
But it keeps me warm in winter
It shields me from the rain
Were it bordered with gold and purple
Perhaps it would make me vain

I have no barn or storehouse
I never sow or reap
God gives me a sparrow's portion
But never a seed to keep
If my meat is sometimes scanty
Close picking makes it sweet
I have always enough to keep me
And life is more than meat
I know there are many sparrows
All over the world they're found
But our heavenly Father knows
When one of us falls to the ground

Though small, we are never forgotten-
Though weak, we are never afraid
For we know that the dear Lord keeps
The lives of the creatures He made
I fly through the thickest forest
I light on many a spray
I have no chart or compass
But I never lose my way
Author Unknown

Reaction Series

My current work involves the use of tragic images from the earthquakes of Haiti and China in the past decade. The work is made of fabric, porcelain, photographs, charcoal and paint.

The first piece in the series "Untouched Unaffected Desensitized Indifferent," uses four teacups. The teacups represent a common object, usually adorned with the mass-produced label of "made in china." The images are haunting. The teacups are broken and empty, encased in a glass box. No one is allowed to touch them or glue them back together. They may only be looked at.

The piece is a critique of the news media, particularly television. Tragedy is glanced over. With short bursts of reporting, and frequent commercial breaks, the viewer does not have time to process devastation and pain. The viewer is reminded that they cannot change those events in far away places like Haiti or China. But they can buy the right shampoo, a greener car, go see a movie, or donate to a charity.