One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days later- MISS OBLIVIOUS artist statement

1,825 Days in Seattle



In 2006, I put my family of 4, my handmade dolls, my zines, plus 2 black cats into a U-Haul and drove 800 miles from California to the Pacific Northwest. I was 33 years old and ready for a change.



One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days later, the photographs you see in this exhibit capture those changes that I was looking for, changes that would forever alter my being.



From the gritty wonderland of Circus Contraption, Seattle’s leading dark circus show, down cobble stone streets to The CanCan Cabaret and into

ZAPP, were I climbed the stage for zine reading carnivals.



Included here is my adoption by a sphere of females, where together we formed a craft group, the WACKY MAMA’s, and later, through many inebriated and full moon nights with conversations of gris gris. We transformed into

“The Teflon Sisters” an enchanted circle of art zine publishers.



In my 5 years I have documented and participated in events such as NOISEFORTHENEEDY, Dark Avenue, Skinny Dip, Josephine, IHEARTRUMMAGE, International Cabaret Fests, HardTimes, Mourning Market, The Bad Things,

Tin Hat drinking sessions & Snackhole: to name a few.



I captured all of these images of my new peers that hold court in my heart and the performers that opened my spirit.

Watching children grow and friendships strengthen.

I have documented our every move.

After these 1,825 days I encourage you all to make change, document your happenings and appreciate life!



…..xoxo Miss Oblivious now KOOK Teflon



Gala Opening

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My mother and I in 1977

THis is my mother and I shortly after she left my father, we had hitchhiked from Ventura Calif to Morgan Hill,Ca which is were we stopped to visit my grandparents and never left. We originally were headed for Alaska.

My mom's nickname by all her close friends was "Witchy" which I spoke of in the blog below with Courtney. I wanted to post this picture so you could see what I was speaking of.

My mother still does her mascara this thick, I have no idea really how she gets it so thick, but its her thing. The dress she is wearing in this picture was beautiful , white floor length princess cut vintage....my mother is 5'11 and she always wore the highest clog wedges with brown leather, and maybe butterfly etched in, which made her 6 feet.

It wasn't til I was 14 that it was revealed to me that grandfather practiced withcraft and wiccan traditions which i don't think most of my family even knows to this day, his secret library and stash of tools were found by my mother after he had passed away.

HE was also an astounding photographer and addict of capturing every moment on film either by static or stills, i have pictures he took at a village in South Africa...another trait i picked up ....also I just acquired every letter he wrote to my grandmother while abroad and traveling from 1930-1970's, I had no idea he to loved New Orleans and spent alot of time there as well! His family actually arrived in NOLA from Ireland in 1790. Not a good time to be in NOLA as an Irishman i can imagine.
Here is a photo of my grandfather...
Benjamin Franklin Jenkins

true salty times...