Making anything after graduating from college was a struggle — every once in a while, something would rise from the ether, but overall, time felt too elusive. 

Last year, I took the time to learn how to weave on a floor loom and everything switched. Time no longer felt like a constraint.  The drive I had felt in school was back. I’d sit and weave whenever I could, frequently taking more time than I should. 

The work itself still feels new. Underdeveloped. Clearly, my growing anxiety about living in a surveillance state has made an appearance. As has the recurring dream I have about my dog being an oracle. A general sense of unease seems to be a through line. What will tomorrow hold? Do I really want to know? 

Wilt, wool, cotton, acrylic, 32”x48”, 2026, $1777

Dogged, wool, cotton, acrylic, 27”x40”, 2026, $1444

some days are diamonds,  8.5”x11”, 2026, $300

some days are rocks,  8.5”x11”, 2026, $300 

some doors are open,  8.5”x11”, 2026, $300

some roads are blocked,  8.5”x11”, 2026, $300

I was sludging through two large drawings (rocks) and took a break to tidy. Recently, I’ve done work for a skincare shop and have had the opportunity to bring sample products home, into my already overflowing bathroom drawer. I am a hoarder on many levels, but as I love my boyfriend, I am actively trying to throw things away. I started going through the drawer and found all these products and made these drawings instead of throwing them out (I threw some away and nearly fished through the trash to salvage them for more drawing, but the trash was yucky FR). These drawings came easy (diamonds), an exploration in material that felt buoyant. The goopiness was yummy and difficult to control. The liquid highlighter brush broke immediately, so I mostly used the lipgloss wand to draw. The lipgloss started as clear and sparkly and now is more purple.

make up mostly feels like fantasy that I am unequipped to embody

make up mostly functions as putting on lipgloss when tidying at home, because i found the lipgloss while tidying 

and now I am walking around popping my glossy lips and dust is getting stuck to them as I clean

cleaning mostly functions as an opportunity to remember 

remembering, among other things, the promise of possession and my earthly burdens 

graphite, colored pencil, dressmaker’s tracing paper, lipgloss, eyeliner, highlighter on hosho

This set of collages are part of a series set out to push creativity. She set herself the goal of making 100 collages in an hour. The process begins by cutting lots and lots of shapes: beans, humps, houses. Then in a kind of creative sprint she constructs the individual pieces. 

This process makes the creativity flow. Think of a stream that is below a dam. It moves very little sediment. Release the dam and the stream bed, maybe even the canyon it sits within, is shaped by this torrent of activity. 

Jenna “The Bean is not a circle, not an oval but still round.”  

Untitled, collage, 5”x8”, 2026, $100