Sisters Are Not To Go Ignored

Victor knows a lot about sisters


they can take shape in suburban wet dreams


or that absolute idolized Queen of Chic that we all could merely dream...


Eric could tell us all what kind of women we are, aye, am not quite ready...


Numa. .me. Cynthia. wow. I am Bless-ed


Cynthia bought my painting in the show.


this is my part to take over when I feel my natural cue. I'm not a good actress, but I'm very sincere. So the next step is quite natural.


Let's be strong. women. L.A. artists


my family in Ojai can be built in fans.


Simon and Kali challenge the night


This is a man who works hard for our safety and thanklessly. My Brother Keeps Poison Out Of OUr Water Supply


Simon Is An Unsung HERO!!!


We Love Him. My sister has a wonderful, loyal husband. I am truly happy for her. She is the best woman I absolutely know. She is the center of the universe.


Cynthia and I mimic the menu


Davey and Kali


I love David!Q!QQQA


O sister, do you really love me? I know you worry, but try not for me this time. Davey is here. He makes sure we are safe. I love you. love Simon. Love the babies.


you know that I'd do anything for you....


i love you, let's go. solid gold

Come To Our Art Show!

check it out. I have 2 big paintings and Davey has a gorgeous print. all according to theme

Friday, January 30th, 2009, 9 PM- 1 AM
(Doors open at 8:30, performances promptly at 9!)
@ Infusion Gallery
719 S. Spring Street Los Angeles, CA 90014
(213)683-8827
Art and Photography: Heidi Calvert, Dave Naz, Oriana Small, KRK Ryden, Debra Haden, Steve Diet Goedde, Brad Miller, Miss Numa, VK7, Shellee Luna, Wil Cohen, Andrea Young, Paul Torres, James Groves, Eliza Frye, Bill Bronson, Tina Fernandez, Rachel Vanderpol, Aurianna-Lynn, Alan Deforest, Elizabeth Strozewski, Yvette Marie, Sam Saturday, Eban Lehrer

Break Up The Family

strange logic of your clumsiest line


stayed emblazoned on my mind


break up the family


it wasn't Youth, it wasn't even Life


home late, full of Hate despise the ties that bind


oh I'm so glad to grow older to move away from those awful times


now I'm in love for the first time and I don't feel bad


Let me see all my old friends


because I really do love them now, does that sound mad?


i'm in love for the first time


and i don't feel bad


now does that sound mad?

Dust Bowel

pee is tasting better and better


I can't quite put my finger on it


But there is a yellow magic


call me a late bloomer, but I think I'm coming into my own now


it took a while, but I'm a 27 year old woman and I prefer pee in my mouth


suck it out too




Dave gives me everything


i'm very needy


and I give him peace. Something I don't think I could ever give to another person on this earth.


peaceful


recently I saw an old photo of Dave at Mt. Rushmore. His legs and balls inspired me to do a little interpretation of my own in this shot. Maybe I'm the only one who sees Thomas Jefferson.


help me! please! I need you!


you're here! Thank you. Don't ever leave me again!


he's attracted to my immune system


still can't change the fact that I'm PMSing. Rather be PISSing.


I wanted to look like Bjork. What happened instead was Princess Toadstool.


what wouldn't I give to be Icelandic for just one day...


fuck it. I'm already Eskimo


and Husky

Farewell Bush

life's a gas


new era needs new muff style


the fug rug is too thick. I thought it would be cool and retro, but alas, it is a great barrier reef.


Bush is Out of Here as of Yesterday


just put me back in Davey's ass, please


everyone is cutting back these days. I will be trimming away in excesses of the out of control spending in the Pubic Department.


Age, I beg of you, don't hit me too hard in the face. You can take it out on my body instead. I'm getting used to it.


Dave and I are trying to kick Bambu of his couch jumping habit.


the poor, sad man just doesn't understand why we would discriminate against his handsomeness.


Kitty is the junior lady of the bed, my stand-in some mornings


Next Friday Is My Art Show! Dave, Steve, Heidi, Numa and Me!!!!! Please mark that one down.


my slacker warm up drawing for tomorrow. I have no idea what I'm doing.


toadstools yum


honoring my art


inaugural vegetarian dinner


Davey and I at the Cleveland Game. Lebron is spectacular to watch. He's a star. Not better than our stars, but still pretty rad.


Then two onion-eating men sat next to me HOOTING and HOLLERING for the opposing team. Fuck those guys, and SHUT THE FUCK UP!


Laker Cheers Only!


But of course, they won. It was so romantic.

Bit Part In Your Life

I'm going to miss Eric's front porch in Silverlake


clean living on the cement blocks. cold enough to smoke cigars and second hand inhale on the draft.


when my friend is depressed, all I have to do is draw his portrait. And it's so awful to look at on paper, that it distracts us from the world economic crisis.


that is what I love about drawing- it makes someone happy to look at it. making fun of it with me is one of the deepest, most convulsing fits of laughter that the human body can achieve.


god it can be so serious sometimes


but when it sucks, god it smells too. I love my work. It makes me feel funny and that I'm bringing joy to the world, instead of stifling it.


put the cigar out. it's time to leave.


Davey and I went with Eric to the Richard Prince show at the Michael Kohn Gallery. Eric's photo was put on this El Camino by the artist. So Awesome!


congratulations Eric. Pamela Anderson is leaning her ass all over your photo.


This page in Dave's Panties book popped into our minds when we saw...


this piece in the show too. It's Davey's photo included in one of Richard Prince's de Kooning paintings. We are so EXCITED! Prince is one of our favorite artists. This is an honor!


I captured Adrianna again today. we were already laughing and gossiping the entire time, so she didn't need to use my work for a comic relief. There was an endless amount of material... she is so goddamn funny. I wish she were on the radio so I could listen to her knock everything when I'm stuck in traffic.


inspired by the show we saw yesterday, I put my portraits of perverts together too.

Festival Thyme

one leg at a thyme


counter intelligence


i noticed tiny, pink flowers on a sprig tonight, for the first thyme of my life


how could this be so wonderful?


who really gives a shit?


we do


don't buy Pedi Paws. Bambu hates it! Anyway, it turned out to be a dangerous product. So we are taking it back tomorrow.


check out the fear in the poor, little man's eyes :(

Photo L.A.

Davey and I met Joel-Peter Witkin. He was in a good mood for us. Very hospitable.


He let me sit on his lap and spread my legs. I love talking to strangers, especially men.


We also sat in on a conversation with Susan Meiselas. Dave admires her work tremendously, and he's teaching it to me as I go along. I still have yet to read through it all. But it is powerful stuff.

Susan signs our book Carnival Strippers


meeting artists that have spent their entire lives devoted to the life of art, lives of others and seeking out the new ways to communicate these messages- Ah, I am so honored. I am hopeful.



I made a raw vegan appetizer for Eric Erlandson's Happy Birthday: Dwarf apples stuffed with a walnut, parsley, lemon, celery, agave salad.


I understand how much raw dieters love food. It is so beautiful the way it is. The real beauty is the nutrition inside- like how our true human selves are the souls. The respect for simplicity is so admirable. One day, when I'm not this superficial, maybe I can lay down all my insecurities and go RAW too!



winter is Kitty's favorite season. it's the snuggliest.


Dave is the sexiest man in every room.


I'm the tight shouldered, restless-leg syndrome loudmouth that accompanies


cool hand dave


a use for an unwanted mercedes- garden car


can't get enough of that emptied-out rape bin


Dave and I are raising the most handsome and well-behaved fellow.


she's emancipated


getting ready for family dinner time


as long as I can still fit comfortably in these pants that I bought during my cocaine days, my ass is still doing okay. Not too fat yet.


but who wants to wear pants? we have Control Top

Fucking as an Adjective

baring my ass in the street made us happy


that's all I want. for everyone to smile


every urinal should be yellow. period.


I want to use every bathroom like it's my own.


people like that


get wild in them


labeling something public means that it includes everyone


come on in


I'm already blowing my nose


Hale has a gorgeous profile. as well as all of her other parts and angles. altogether a rare beauty.


between my legs


I still get it bad for tall, stiff ones


Congratulations to Heidi and Infusion Gallery. She's the gallery director there now and her show was a fucking class act!


stop being antagonistic, and pass the god damn flask


my heart melts when I look at this. I love him.


and then Bono


contacting Ventura from the Downtown stoops of L.A.


I do not miss my hometown. At All.


Bea just got back from Cuba. She invited us up to her loft to see a cockfight (clip)


sweatshops slash brothels


we spent some time on the rooftop and I enjoyed the second hand smoke. Because I really do love the smell of cigarettes, even more now as a non-smoker. It's a serious appreciation.


Nebula kitty and Davey bond


2 a.m. in the George Micheal Park


Bu never gets mad when we go out late. His kisses are guaranteed at the door.


some ambien sex tonight


check out these penises and more on my new art blog entry

Vespertine

Sarah, I might have been the drunkest girl there, but also the happiest, loudest and scariest too.


Coop and Ruth throw New Year's like Pagan Poetry


I Love My Lil-Li-AN


Carlos was a giggler and was not trying to hide it. There were plenty of drunk chicks to find humor in.


Planning The Britney Spears Concert


"just like a Circus"


I wanted to be Lilian that night. I copied an outfit that she might have worn. Metalics, reds and of course, most importantly; NO BROWN OR GREEN.


did I dump out a little too much Rib Rub on your arm? Sorry. That bottle is really full.


she's mischievous and it gives her wings and a halo


fucking party like it's Y2K


Ruth and Coop's gorgeous house was so full of stylish and artistic lovelies. I was wild, drinking and talking about ass.


Davey, my wonderful man calmly watches over me as he socializes with Andy and Cynthia. More courageous artists that I will definitely be doing a trade with in 2009!


Susan, the sweetie, the nurturer


conquering any sort of pose would require some brain cells. Count me out.


A retarded face? that I can handle. For more party shots, go to Victor's site. Thanks bro, your photos are fucking hilarious!


hungover in peace


the baby dolls are cooking so that they can go home to their new mommies


too much movement made me want to purge the light from my brain. mainly I just laid and stared at yucky shadows and feared colors.


got to put it all back together. or at least how it was. which was not all that great to begin with.


clothes make me angry in the winter



sucking Dave's dick gives me comfort and joy. comfort and joy.


he gets little blood stains on his chin when he smells my ass.


because now I'm on my period and that explains the irrational ANGER over NOTHING. I can stop throwing my socks at him.


there's no such rage now. it's passed. my little, hormonal flash flood has washed through safely. All I have left is this affection, and lots of... KISSES


I would never punch a wall anyway.