Under the bed

Creepy crawlies... my room is infested. I feel like I've done nothing but kill spiders for the past week. And my guard cat, well, he can't seem to drag his fat ass across the floor fast enough to protect his woman from eight legged monsters. Frankly, all he wants to do is eat, sit in my lap while I'm at the computer, and boss the other animals around. However, I am glad to have him around, as he is my closest companion at the moment, and a very good snuggler.

I am on a blue streak. The heart aches more than usual this past week and I suspect it is the horrible birthday awaiting me next Thursday. Twenty five. This is supposed to be a big number, huh? A transitional number....I don't feel twenty five. I don't feel it at all. I don't find much in my life worth celebrating, and surely turning twenty five should be a big celebration. I had originally hoped I might visit my friends and my mom in Birmingham - perhaps being surrounded by a strong support system might encourage me to celebrate the day as a new beginning. And so it is, as I permanently lose the sense of having a place in my hometown; by the end of the summer I will have no more family in the magic city and yet another one of my friends will move away. This is the hard part of having friends/family who are artists with great dreams and ambitions... they all move and your image of "home" becomes a little more shattered as another one leaves. But I've actually had quite some time to get over my homesickness, and truly it is not so much the town I miss, but the feeling of being in a place where I know who I am, where I'm going, and who I can turn to... People that are literally right by your side, what a luxury!

Buuuuut, being one of those big dreamers myself means that I do not have the money to take any trips.

So, twenty five... where's the magic? All alone (but not an island, I swear to god, I am not an island) in city with no friends, no "big girl" job, and nothing but dreams that feel like nightmares as more time passes by.

See what I mean? Blue streak, kids.

But I just keep painting, just keep singing, just keep reading and just keep trying to hold on to those stars in my eyes. Man, twenty five. You really need to pull out all the stops, girl.

On a more positive note... new painting to come- on my largest canvas yet. Yow wee! That is something to look forward to, right? And my commercial demos should finally be sent out this weekend. Please, spare a moment to pray to the goddess of theatre and art to hook up with Fortune and tell them to smile on yours truly. Thanking you in advance. Keep the love, kids. It's a struggle, I know - but I swear, it has to be worth it.

Gut Feeling

My best friend Meredith has an awesome page on Esty selling bottle cap drawer pulls - link to the left! Check it out!
Thanks to those of you who have taken the time to view my trunk full o' junk. Much love!


Time's Cradle

Rhonda May sits in her sandbox
digging up objects that
should probably be forgotten.
A dead mouse, a cat turd,
a boxcar, a doll's head,
keys to a Pontiac grand am-
teal blue and dented on one side-,
a whale shaped cup, birthday candles,
ballet slippers and candy wrappers,
the alternate ending to Old Yeller,
five original poems by Jessica Clark
(destroy them! quick!)
River Phoenix's ghost,
Pride and Regret,
the road to Atlantis,
a greasy spoon
and Santa's bells.
Rhonda May contemplates her sandbox
and wonders why it isn't an ocean.

Miss Jessica's Art Fart Fun

I am a sucker for Americana. Roadside attractions, NPR, folk artists/films that embrace the idea of rising above it and chasing a dream - Indiana Jones (even the last one, you snobby snobs)... I love anything, any art (visual, music, film, theatre) that reaches in and grabs the child in me who has the ability to wave that magic wand called her imagination and create whatever the fuck she wants. A hula hoop skirt CAN be a giant monster and destroy entire villages! I think that I am a romantic, can you believe it! I'm romanced by sentimentality. I am all for critical thought, I embrace it and lurrrve it. But I detest jaded cynics who are more concerned with their image than with what they are turning out.
Turn Ons:
Talent
Passion
A sharp wit with a sense of humility

Turn Offs:
Pretension
Arrogance
Disregard for endless potential/possibilities

And with that, I hope you are sufficiently ready to fart it up in an arty way! Or visa-verse... Get out your colors kids! There are only two projects to play with for today (the other one has to dry on my end). I believe you can click on the images below and print. I would love love LOVE for you to color and add whatever you want to these original drawings by yours truly and either post them here, EMAIL them, OR!!!! Mail them to me and I can perhaps figure out a creative way to put them all together, yes? If you would like to email or mail them to me, just post a request and I'll send you the necessary info. Hurray!
PS - I hope kids actually do this... It might just be Lydia and Meredith, which would be pleasing nonetheless.
First, a cheery BUG BALL!









Next, an ethereal bug like beauty with feet that will blow your mind.


Praying Mantis Love





Please, Enjoy! Add! And Create!

Windy City Wedding Magic

Unbeknown st to me, until very recently, Photobucket slide shows are quite awesome. So, I give you.... Wedding. Weekend. Magic.

Is your mind blown? Try to keep it together until next blog, when we finally collaborate in an artsy fartsy way. I will try to resist Photobucket's sirens call to slide show every picture I have ever taken. Please understand I am using the term "slide show" as a verb.

Cave Dweller

Power Animal

I'm saying I'm a mother fucking bear

but no one seems to notice!

I may look cute and cuddly

and maybe so I am -

but I've got claws, babe

and the sun shines on my chest

and my secrets aren't yours to find.

I'm a big old bear

.... okay, I am the smallest of my kind

but I don't deserve to be endangered,

not when the blood runs through me -

that thing that is inherited;

that trait that can't be denied.

I'm a bear. I'm a bear, I'm a bear.

I'm a bear.

B is for Blog

Mmm. Hmmmm. Ahem. I believe I strained my throat this weekend. However, it was from laughing, so it was well worth it. It was really a wonderful four days; a beautiful wedding (despite the downpours); and quite emotionally draining. I haven't had so much fun in such a long time; and it is wonderful to find some sense of consistency in this ever changing world through your friends. I hadn't seen most of those people in years, and they killed any doubts I had that I could make it through the weekend by just being the amazing, crazy kids they are. So! Obviously I must collage as soon as I get all the pictures together. I'm starting to work on some ideas.... Perhaps I can board book the experience? I also have a blank 16 by 20 inch stretched canvas that I can work on....

Well, I'll get back to that.

Do you know what had been running through my head before I left for Chicago? Message boards. Are they mediums of evil or of good? I understand and appreciate the concept of connection and sharing ideas, however they all seem to end up the same way.







Yikes! All I can say is never, ever form your opinions based off of whatever comes across a message board.