Shelbee Smith


I draw with the the false impression of childlike simplicity;

spontaneous mark-making, collage, 1975,                             

the couch in Michael’s house, Stevie Nicks in a frame.

Gouache, neo-color, mud, dirt, hair, ink blots;                   

Sonic Youth, sun burn (SUN BURN?) sand, the ocean.                 

skateboarding, surfing, unplanned trips, this is happening. 

Fine, Rilo. Get on my lap.                                                               

unintentional layers, open screens, paint flying.                   

You can’t convert neon to CMYK, it’s the fifth color.  


I have built my nest in Portland, OR.

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