Molly Goatwax

Grave Yard Images

A few days ago one my suite mates asked to borrow a sponge brush. Knowing I'd never see it again, I pulled one out and asked her about her project. Turns out she was going across to take rubbings in the cemetery and then, make cyanotypes out of them. Intrigued, I asked her today how it went and she told me that her chemicals were too old and it ruined her plans to sell them to fund a benefit for a pal with cancer. As I wondered how appropriate these images might be, or how sensitive her suffering buddy is, a small sigh of relief escaped. But then, the prints may have been waaay cool in a Gothic way. Who's to say?

Chair by the side of the bioswell.

Certified. True

Where are my Quaker values?

I would be lying If I didn't admit a feeling of victory and conquest after having caught (and killed) two mice today. I need more old fashioned mouse traps. I finally got fed up when I discovered my inventory of blank tee shirts had been invaded, nested in, chewed up and stained with mouse effluent.

Sent from the dark side of the Moon.

Garden

In an urban neighborhood struggling to reinvent itself, a garden is planted down the street from my studio.

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