Hi, my name is Jaime / art + design lover / Founder Design Milk + Dog Milk + Adorn Milk / orchestrator of awesome / slow but consistent runner / art-maker / poem-writer / food-eater / jewelry-wearer / music-maker / bad but enthusiastic dancer / ball of stress / amateur

Artist Statement / My work is an exploration of shape and color, using layering as a guide. Everything is unplanned and completely intuitive—each mark is a response to its predecessor. The repetition of shapes and lines is an exercise used to escape from everything else around me. I'm a believer in embracing happy accidents and approaching each piece as an experiment. I am inspired by Japanese calligraphy (Shodo), graphics and style from the 80s and 90s, electronic music, celebrations/parties, fireworks, space exploration and sci-fi, undersea creatures, topography, cartography, plated food, and architecture.

Jaime's work has appeared in blogs/magazines, TV shows, films, and her work is collected by celebrities.

Photo by Noa Azoulay | featherlove.com

Photo by Noa Azoulay | featherlove.com

Education

Self-taught

BA, The Internet; 2006
BA, Temple University, Philadelphia, PA; 2001

Exhibitions

2016
Consort Design, Los Angeles, CA
Resonance group show, Sparks Gallery, San Diego, CA

2015
Abstract San Diego group show, City Gallery, San Diego, CA
Flux Collective group show, MiXX Projects & Atelier, Telluride, CO
AS IF! 90s Art Revival group show, The Parliament, York, PA
2015 - Hide and Seek group show, Woodbury University School of Architecture, San Diego, CA

2014
Good Mail Day Artstream, Dover, NH
BoxcarOne Artist Series, Pop-Up Gallery, Portland, OR
Art.com Pop Up Store, San Francisco, CA
STIR group show, Planet Rooth, San Diego, CA
Fast Forward group show, Low Gallery, San Diego, CA
Group show, The Fig House, LA

 

The Yucatan

There was a sturdy vessel
Called the Yucatan.
A merchant ship she was,
Owned by Japan.
Manned by fifty men, strong and bold,
She carried a cargo of millions in gold.

At dawn there came a roar,
The mast fell, killing four.
“No quarter; no quarter!” was the Captain’s call,
As the enemy poured in,
Ball after ball.
Suddenly, she sank, under a great wave.
Then, a clank,
She had reached her grave.

Fifty men, strong and bold,
had gone down with the Yucatan,
And her cargo of gold.

/ Nathan Ellis, age 12

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