Wednesday, 24 October 2012


This week has sounded thrilling, perhaps excessively so, as I've managed to catch the kind of cold that comes from inattentive susceptibility - brazenly under-dressing or some other flagrant willingness to play viral host. The abandon is well worth it. Being only in favor of voluptuous disarray, however, + decidedly not of clutter, I've compiled a catalog of vévé paintings to date. Hi-res photos + complete information in a neat discrete alternative to scrolling through web pages. Please download at !
Mimsy xx

Friday, 5 October 2012


An overgrown pure black cat stood determinedly in my path yesterday in the middle of a familiar neighborhood grown over with the uncanny moss of damp light that comes between intermittent rain showers.

Or, that unique composure of being drawn out of sleep by crystalline awareness of a faucet in the darkened bathroom opening and closing with a metal hiss. Nothing there + the room’s not empty.

There’s an edge of hysteria to all the vividly dying foliage that creeps up against the steady barriers of peripheral vision - you could just sink into the ground all soupy proteins at any second, sliding neatly into earthy pores.

It’s been a magical season so far. A dose of ritual immersion on the equinox can’t have hurt, + a certain occasion exactly one month in can’t but sustain the mood …

Mimsy xx