hi. i’m faye.

i paint, draw and cut things up. this is the story.

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2019

it started with a blue leg.a friend, a pavement, forty minutes of sitting very still.it washed off by evening. the photo didn’t.

that was the first one

i paint on the floor. the easel holds my coat.

the floor, mid-thing

tools i trust

.~*~.~*~.~*~.

somewhere along the way the lines grew thorns.

sharp on purpose. i’ve stopped trying to soften them.

then i made one taller than me. sold to someone with higher ceilings.

the ones about people →

people keep ending up in everything.

everything so far, in orbit.

that’s the short version.

faye