About

When I was younger, we’d make zines and trade them. We’d get pen pals and send them care packages. We’d bake tarts and eat them late at night in darkened playgrounds. We danced  until we were wet with sweat, took pictures of each other and developed them in the bathroom. We silk-screened posters for our friends’ bands and held shows in the basement. We could do anything with nothing, and give it all away.

Now, everything is about money and it sucks. Money to eat, money to sleep, money to make, money for friends, money for fun and profit.

I want the old world back. I’m starting a secret cafe. I’m walking as far as I can walk. I’m turning off my TV, and baking cakes for strangers. Trade with me. Barter. Buy my art and name your price. Be my friend. Let’s have a potluck and talk about existence. Let’s build a shanty, a tree house, and a fort and start a bed and breakfast. Let’s plant some herbs and make each other home remedies. Let’s stop thinking about what you can do for me, and think about what we can do for each other. I am an artist. I am your friend. And I want to make something just for you.

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My name is Ari. I am 25 and live in San Francisco, California, with my partner and lots of art supplies. I am an aspiring intrepid visionary. I have big plans, but I’m not sure what they are or how to make them happen. I need partners in crime. I like listening to the radio, making stuff, laying in the sun, and cooking. You can send me email at: arianna [dot] davalos [at] gmail [dot] com