Birth of the Peeps (not the kind you eat)

The sickly-sweet, nausea-inducing drivel on many greeting cards was my inspiration for making these little bendy people.

I once had a part-time job stocking cards for Hallmark. Some of the writing on the cards was so terrible that I felt I could do better. I made lots of these little people, thinking that I would pose them and then take photos to go on the front of the cards. But by the time I finished making them, I had learned that the profit margin on the cards can be so small that it wasn’t worth my while.

So the bendy people sat in my studio for a few years, until recently, when I started using them to comment on public policies that impact health.


Who cares?

Taking myself or my many personal opinions too seriously isn't good for my mental health. I try not to (take myself too seriously) by remembering that nobody else gives a shit about my opinion.

My doctor tells me that I can no longer eat dairy. Except for occasionally missing it at mealtimes, who gives a shit?


To see more of my art regarding not giving a shit, see my Who cares page.

How I occupied myself when I was a kid

Troll dolls were a big deal when I was young. I named mine Pickles and made her lots of home furnishings, clothing, and books. Her current residence is a box in my closet because, sadly, her home (which I made out of a shoebox) deteriorated over time.

 just a few of the things that I made for Pickles

just a few of the things that I made for Pickles