womanness as                      

womanness as    rage





1“understand these forces, control them...”
2Coltrane, 1961
34,779 miles
4On Being Blue, Bluets, Blue Self-Portrait, etc.
5Music for Saxophone & Base Guitar More Songs
6Jill Johnston: The Disintegration of a Critic
7Letters from a Seducer

Cyclical & diaristic, autumn 02 is the second in a year-long series of seasonal artist books. Featuring original writing and photographs created between September and November of 2021.


︎︎︎ created & printed in Los Angeles, 2022
︎︎︎ 5.5 x 8.5 in.
︎︎︎ 32 pages
︎︎︎ soft cover
︎︎︎ staple bound
︎︎︎ limited edition of 25

3:21pm, Friday

Here I am back in LA. Lunar eclipse. Days of heaviness, dread. I don’t feel any of myself. It’s difficult to write. No narrative. The letters difficult to shape. Bruises on my arm. Short hair. New car. Reading Fire in the morning. Fire here at the counter of this café. Fire as a companion to my new insomnia, my out-of-body, out-of-time. New espresso machine, old jeans. This blue notebook. I don’t know where to begin, there is so much blue in my heart, so much water drowning behind my eyes I feel like if I start I’ll never be able to stop, drowning in all this blue. Forgetting to eat for an entire day and then two meals at once. Wine I pour but don’t drink. Coffee I drink but don’t feel. It’s time to move, all this blue. A new home, new walls, new streets. This morning I wanted to throw out every single thing I own. Blue. The new blue of him, him alone in there now that the Garden is locked down. Old blue of him, blue that froze my heart and which I can’t even feel anymore but somehow can’t seem to escape. This blue pen and the blue denim chore jacket I’m wearing, naked underneath.