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From Brewery to Venice Beach: Documenting a Collaboration Practice
Hi everyone, LA Art Documents just released two videos documenting my work at Startup Art Fair and I wanted to share them with you. Perceive Me https://vimeo.com/1180700400/0a2bc6f256 Jason Jenn and Vojislav Radovanović captured the whole installation - the salon-style walls filled with 100+ collaborative portraits, the live nude portrait sessions happening in real time, people choosing vulnerability and experiencing body liberation firsthand. Jason has been documenting Perc


Perceive Me Returns to Venice Beach - Feb 27-March 1
Perceive Me and Nude Portrait Sessions at The Other Art Fair 2023 Hi everyone, Perceive Me is coming back to Venice Beach for Startup Art Fair, February 27 - March 1. Room 203 at The Kinney Hotel. This project started 10 years ago with a simple question: How do you really see me? Over 100 artists have now made portraits of me. Paintings, photographs, sculptures, drawings - each one completely different. Each artist sees something unique. Nobody agrees on what my body looks li


The Long Line: Who I Am as an Artist (So Far)
I've been making art since I could hold a crayon. Born in 1973, I was probably 2 when I started coloring on the bedroom walls in a Pollock-esque style. Even then, I was drawn to drips, marks, filling space with color. I'm writing this as I figure out who I am as an artist. Organizing my history. Seeing the patterns. Understanding how everything connects. The Early Thread At five, I drew portraits of my grandparents. My grandma sent my brother and me door-to-door selling our d


Kristine’s Sweet Shoppe of Liberation Online Is NOW Open—Help Me Let Go, One Acrylic Cube at a Time
The online store is open. And on the shelves—digital, but so real—you’ll find something unexpected: acrylic cubes packed with the confetti of my past. They’re called liberation blends. Clear Acrylic boxes featuring of every shred I’ve run through a buzzing machine in pursuit of something lighter (oh, and sometimes louder). Each one is like a holding cell for what I couldn’t hold any longer: report cards, nostalgia, the ghost of an eating disorder, wigs I wore just to see if I
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