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The Art Clash Collective in Philadelphia is organizing the fifth annual Fun-A-Day project, which spans to San Francisco and Pittsburgh (and wherever you are).

Fun-A-Day essentially means you do something/ anything fun a day and document it in some way. The Art Clash Colelctive will present a show of submitted works in mid February.
Ideas that have been inspiring so far have been a dream interpretation-a-day (31dreamers.blogspot.com), an imaginary city/ story from an imaginary city collaboration-a-day, and exploring how an orgasm affects a different body part-a-day.

I am decidedly not including my self-portraits as a Fun-A-Day, since that seems too easy.
Sometimes I feel like I think about death too much. Not really the spiritual or existential aspects to do with thoughts of death,just about how I will die. For so long I was certain that I would die via suicide, the after effects of living with suicidal depression for many years.
Last year was massive step away from that past’s hold on my present. Suddenly there were many ways I could meet my end. I started rating them, as some ways to die are obviously more suitable or honorable or practical than others.
That being the prelude, my Fun-A-Day will be 31 days/ways to die in January: An Illustrative Journey.
So goodbye to 2008 and linear time if you care.
hearts
adelaide
Last April, I was fortunate enough to perform with the Tranny Roadshow for a week as we toured around the Rocky Mountain Region.

The Tranny Roadshow showcases a multitude of artists and performers who are all identified as transgender is some way. There are spoken word poets, acrobats, magicians, musicians, puppeteers, and more all relating the trans experience in ways that are as creative and innovative as they are diverse. Such is appropriate.
dylan scholinski – sent(a)mental project, boulder 2k8
In just a few weeks, 5 other performers and myself will be in the Midwest for a few performances.
On the tour will be Jamez Terry, Mary Magician, Ignacio Rivera. Dallas Marie-Spitzer, Adelaide Windsome, and Kit Yan.
For schedule, performer bios, and more check out:
www.TrannyRoadshow.org
upheavel has been the theme this past week, and for most of the entire fall/winter to be realistic. Since I have started this project I have not been settled and looking over the past months I can see how my nerves have worn thin from living in a transitory, at points uncertain, state. december i have been frustrated with my portraits; they were becoming less reflection or daily affirmation and more a chore. though viewing the portraits now i realize the portraits were also keeping me from falling into oblivion, from giving up or completely breaking down (there were many partial break downs), even in those blurry 48 hour days (for which another one is below, but which i resolve to never do ever again).
i have mentioned this is about identity and self-affirmation, especially as a transexual woman living within dominant heteronormative culture. i have written explicitly about these experiences though i feel more justice is done (for my own experience) when these experiences are manifested visually, even if the representation lies inbetween the (drawn) lines for the most part. there is no other way to better represent this for me; my daily interactions lead me through many differents arenas of gender and sexuality based on the more subtle details of existance more so than the obvious ones (this vague but on purpose).
the portraits this fall have been very much about transitions and mental stability (or lack there of). as i move into a more stable position in my life i hope to better view other aspects of the portraits and my identity, such as having white, first world privilege which i excercize by the very nature of this project.
my next post wil be after new years, and will revert back to non sensical ramblings, so let me say thank you you reading/viewing and for your support.








“i fell asleep and dreamed i had drawn my self portrait but woke up and realized this was not true”

the last few days have been rather sloppy which is duly reflected below.


the following creature emerged from filth built up behind my ear at aprox 3 a.m. sunday and smeared itself onto my dear notebook. the creature is named “so thats the weekend (whether you like it or not)”







bus trip, loose grip










