Self-Portrait, Back Bay
 Self-Portrait, Back Bay; Oil on Board; 10" x 8"; 2004 Last night at a cd release party for the band Library Science, I watched transfixed as pink, yellow and white stripes zipped and unzipped mountain roads, a man ran and ran impossible distances to a Nike-esque slogan of "DO IT TO IT", and pacman-like digital critters swirled and bumped in fluorescent colors behind the band's infectious beats. One of the repeating themes was a little man who waved his arms. He was rendered in nothing

Georgetown
Gouache and Acrylic Collage on Watercolor Paper; 44 1/2" x 59"; 2008 Georgetown's got it all: planes, trains, automobiles. The ground is toxic and so is the air. It's loud, it's smelly, it's dirty. "More Noise Please!" wrote Seattle underground poet, Jesse Bernstein, while he was living there. Part of industrial south Seatt

What's in a name
I've always put dates on my work. However, in college and for some years after I signed my pictures Julia or simply J. At that time, I thought using my first name only was straightforward and unpretentious. Sometimes, beyond the date, I never signed them at all.  The visual "handwriting" of the piece,

Even The Ice Queen Weeps
Even The Ice Queen Weeps, Gouache and Acrylic Collage on Drawing Paper; 43" x 48"; 2008 I go to blue for a hard, frank look at things. In the mid 1990's, living on my own in a 1500 square foot loft in Tacoma, I painted a blue self-portrait. In 2008, in my large interior studio at 619 Western

Painting is a blind man's profession.
- Picasso