Hopefully and Humbly.....

you are born on the most beautiful of September days in Louisiana - a rare sixty eight degrees Fahrenheit.

This morning, at appoximatley 10:11, I threw open all the windows in my small apartment. Ah! A chance at fresh breezes to permeate the musty atmosphere permeated with stale conditioned air and (I'm afraid) too much ethnic cooking, as well as oil paint and gym clothes that never quite smell right no matter how many launderings they get. Synthetic fabrics, I guess. This is myself summed up to you in smells - artist, adventurous cook, and newly dedicated athlete.

You are a tool. Sorry, that sounds terribly unromantic. No, let's say you are a pair of wings, as a fellow Emily wrote

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

I shall try to be a good mother and feed you drawings and paintings with stained fingers and thumping heartbeats. I will show you images of things that make my imagination hum and the wheels is my mind spin and attempt to tell you why they do. More than becoming a pretty collage, I would like you to understand me. How terribly adolescent!

But I delight in naivete; I am not terribly cerebral in my life philosophy. I am an atheist who reads horoscopes and fancies I can sense when places have a "presence."

I love to sleep late and wake up early.

My name is Emily, eater of figs. With a penchant for Tupelo honey and very rare meat. Mammalian painter of fellow fairy tales. Sculptor of flesh and willpower. Lover of truth and fiction. Drinking wine sweet with limitless ambition. I have lived in North Louisiana for 27 years and nine months, but I have traveled to Fiji, New Zealand, Australia, Hawaii, Germany, Austria, Italy, France, the UK, Ireland, and most of the continental US.

I am happiest when I have just bought a ticket to a faraway land, after the brutal Crossfit workouts that bring tears to my eyes, dicing onions for a complicated Indian recipe or rubbing cold butter into flour to make pastry, and especially when I make happy accidents in the studio.

I think that's enough about me. I suppose I'll be more candidly revealed to you over our time together.

I'll go ahead and be bold enough to state Your Ultimate Purpose  is to document, improve and, just maybe, expose My Work.

- E