the other side of the world

20160107_131913We went to Chile, my dad and I, to visit my sister, Phoebe. She lives in Futaleufu, in the Patagonia region which is way down south. I was nervous to travel so far while pregnant but Smokey did great and so did I.



I love seeing Phoebe’s life. She’s made such a beautiful one.


Of course we made art together. I sketched while Phoebe painted murals in her new house, we made a mosaic together in the kitchen.


Here’s Phoebe working on her mural, looking just like our  mom.

There’s a kind of magic when we’re all together.



How much does place matter, where we live? What is home? I think about these questions a lot.


Phoebe in her greenhouse, and below is her garden on her land. 12494872_10100336620337287_7091185328840765845_n










Some of my drawings from the trip:


And now it’s time to begin my new beginning. It’s 2016. I’m leaving my job in six weeks. My baby will be born in four months. A whole new life full of unknowns.

self-portrait in purple sunglasses

self-portrait in purple sunglassesThese are my mom’s purple sunglasses. She bought them last January at Buffalo Exchange in Denver. She didn’t get to wear them for very long because by mid-February she didn’t leave the house again.

I like wearing her things. Her boots, sweaters, jackets, pants. I like clothes that mean something, that are special, that have a story, and I was with her when she bought most of these things. She was my favorite shopping partner. She was my favorite person to get an opinion from about anything. If she were still alive she’d be giving me advice on what to pack for my trip to Chile to visit my sister.

I’ll be away until the end of January, and will bring back photos, drawings, comics and stories to tell. Stay safe and warm, guys.


Family Portraits

Drawings I did while in Colorado (click on each image to see larger):


It’s possible you’ve been wondering why I hadn’t blogged in a couple of weeks. Well, I was away on a trip. I went to Denver with my mom to visit some family. Denver is where my sister and I were born, and where we lived until I was thirteen.

When I’m in Denver, I feel something I don’t feel anyplace else.

It starts in DIA, which is my favorite airport. When it was first built, my aunt (who was a travel agent at the time) took me on a special tour there before it was open to the public.

at the airport There are other airport memories too.

rocky mountains

As soon as I step outside it’s the air. It’s not a smell, exactly, but how the air feels. And the sky is so big. Colorado is the only place I can fully stretch out my limbs.

Maybe there’s something to having a birth home. It’s where I’m from, where I was made, the first home I ever knew. I grew to my full height in that altitude, it’s the only place I was ever a kid. The mountains to the West were how I knew where I was.



And Denver, the city. The skyline, the way dusk is. I’m not really sure what it is. I thought I knew while I was there, but I didn’t write it down and now I can’t quite grasp it. I guess it’s home is all.

denver sunset denver sunset 2 Home feels like a complicated issue for me. (Maybe it is for everyone.) It’s my little studio apartment by the river. It’s the cinema where I work. It’s my parents’ house. It’s New York City. That place I lived in San Francisco for two months. It’s my family. It’s laughing with my sister. It’s wherever I am? And it’s also Denver.

I did a lot of drawing while I was away, and will post those sketches soon.