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.