Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”

Kurt Vonnegut 11th of October 2005

Friday, November 12, 2010

fast even slow

it seems my inspiration has been lacking lately so i looked up some images that i knew would get me there. maybe they will do the same for you...

in the mean time i am searching for a second job so i can move into a house this coming dec or jan. things are happening. fast even though it seems slow.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It has been a long time coming, but I still have nothing to say. At the moment I am working on saving up money to get this ceramic deal a full fighting chance, looking for work in my field and starting to look up some out of state opportunities, including the most likely trip to nceca this upcoming spring. I am in full force to make it there and too see my old mentors and my still lovely friends.

i have slept through the storm of my early twenties limbo, whose game for a night of remembrance?
I am aching for a night of fun. Halloween can’t come fast enough.

Friday, October 8, 2010

sorry for the delay in my words and images.

but the said news is i have no new images to share with you.
but i do have these two sentences that sum up the past two months.

I have the ability to smell the decaying leaves outside my window, as well as the now deconstructed cornfields of my childhood. But what I choose to do is neither of these, what I willingly and wholeheartedly do is stare out my window wishing for the scent of you.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

i ran those streets like i was god
laughing at the men that fell behind me
i am complete in their repulsion
smile from the moments before
eyes regretting why i am sore
stomping these once nazi
turned blackberry hunting shoes
once condoned now disowned
taking control of this empty town
in my conscience
within my body
within this urban facade
once the queens city
now the dumping ground for the diseased whites
and displace teens
it seems i am bleeding?

to my last night in manchester

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

a view examples for those of you that do not have facebook. i will hopefully be setting up a real website soon. i think i might need a class in it.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

new pictures are up or my new work check out me on facebook (click that) and check it out!

in the mean time...

women like me...

Its the repetition

its the non stop emotion

its the constant flow of aggravation

that keeps this brian connected

to these two breast

to these two knees

to these two hands

that one day will make a living

and my bones ache

while my brain splits

hoping for the next motion

of these female parts

while bombarded by religious fiends

telling me of hell

and its consequences

I tend laugh

and make a sign

to the one across the room

across these mystical vibes

that trace one symbol, an a

to the state a thousand miles away

but yet across the room

these men dressed in white robes

with their parts dangling from their hands

will tear me apart limb from limb

as I stare at the crossed symbol on their calf

built up by steroids and homosexual tendencies

only learned from their prosecutors

and women,

like me.

the end

(if anything needs to be asked, ask it)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

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just received these photos of my senior work. enjoy!

these past couple of days have been filled with beautiful moments.
yesterday i was at the studio all day, i walk outside and it starts pouring rain, tornado warnings, and a glorious parting in the sky. it felt like indiana, it smelled like indiana, i drove around the streets listening to "the rip" by portishead. i drove those streets like the back roads of indiana and there was peace.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

i keep looking to my right,
thinking there is lightening outside.
its only a candle.
i think i've been left behind.
- r.a.e.

loaded my first complete, all my work, bisque kiln today. i am hoping that nothing goes wrong. cross your fingers kid.
more to come as soon as it happens.
2 weeks till the loving eyes hit mine
2 1/2 weeks until indiana air caresses my lips,
like no one has ever been able to
2 weeks to finish the last four years of my life
and forget the eighteen before
2 1/2 weeks until arms of friends forgotten, wrap around my body
and so missed
2 weeks until
2 1/2 weeks until
i walk the harboring streets of a town built on my mistakes
and enter the streets of a town built on my growth
to leave 2 1/2 months later

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

spent a couple hours in the studio today focused on beads my favorite being the animal beads.
today was the last day for wet work for me but depending on how fast these guys seem to dry i may make some more. so give me some advice but be quick with it. tomorrow IS the last day. goodnight

Monday, July 12, 2010

Hey kids,

It has been a strange couple of days both personally and creatively. Went to bed on a thursday happy as a fresh bottle of wine and woke up a friday stuck in a rut. But I have to say that I am proud of myself I have created work this summer that I never thought I would be able to make, a personal goal has been fulfilled. I am still waiting for my professional photos to be sent to me but in the mean time here are two images of some recent work, greenware, waiting to be fired this up coming weekend.

In my first post i put up a piece of narrative from my senior paper. randomly i will be putting up the chapters that follow. here is chapter 2, a continuation of my first post.

The journey to the east coast was a mental shock to the girl. “Is this my new home?” she said. How could someone have a connection to such a naked city? Fueled by the need to prove herself to a family that didn't see her strength, and needing to prove to herself that this could be home, she rushed through two years of school with abandon.

One image always popped into her head when thinking of home. “My mother would cook my family dinner every night. She would stand there in this two person room surrounded by white cabinets, stained yellow, rummaging through the shelves looking for the Worcestershire sauce. She didn't belong here, although she was content she could have done so much more. She wanted to be an Astronaut, what happened?” After a pause and an irritated grunt she continued, “My father happened. The smell from the grilling meat would float in the air towards the adjacent living room. My father would be watching Star Trek or Channel 6 News, in his Lazy Boy, his chosen surroundings. He was a hero. Did you know that? He saved a boy from a burning house, or something like that. A police chief who brought his work home, a hazard of the job.”

and check out my ceramic facebook, i have items up for sale and comments are always welcome, add me. rachel ann ceramics!

Friday, July 9, 2010


i have been living my life in the studio this past week. i left my job, i made art my only. it feels good even with funds that aren't as strong as they should be. i have been producing work that i am proud of, i cannot wait to fire them and get them glazed so that i can show you. in the mean time here is a preview. i will be taking newer pictures soon.

Friday, July 2, 2010

dolls, 2010, ceramics, acrylic and string.

Chapter One


In a quaint house, on a decaying farm, on the outskirts of Indianapolis, there lived a family that exhausted tension. Relationships developed then lost. A father's death, a brothers decision to leave, all causing a young girl to be lost in the ways of relationships. How could she recover, was it possible to express these emotions of turmoil in a self realizing way? This young girl's only want was to run away and be left alone. Only to realize that what she was running from was the very life she was hoping for. She would then live a life of regrets, social anxiety, and the need to express these burdens through an outlet. This outlet would be clay.

In the years to come this girl grew up. Developing through the awkward years glasses and pimples. Flying through the years of first independence, art school, drinking, smoking, and a two year college degree. Only to move one thousand miles away to the land of Patriots and snow. The East Coast, a land never before seen by the eyes of this Hoosier. Could this be the place to sort out the years? Would this be the venue for her maturing artistic stance?