Daily Dose of Craziness

One-a-day selected alternative projects, mail art, performance scores, subverted street art and more by multi-disciplinary mixed media conceptual artist Jennifer Weigel. Check back every day for a new work from a totally random, open-theme.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


What if women invented religion?
Would menstruation still be a source of shame
Or of pride?

Would it still signify the loss of an unconceived child,
A vile symptom of uncleanliness,
A sin…?

Or would it be seen as holy:
A sign of a woman’s power over death
To bear life…?

Would women still be shunned from the temple,
Forbidden to touch or interact with others
And taught to be ashamed?

Or would we be revered,
Seen as closer to the Goddess,
Celebrated & sought out?

Let’s reinvent religion,
Knowing now why our bodies do what they do,
So that none will be shunned for their natural functions.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Why There Are No Birds in Winter

I know
why there are no birds
in the winter.
They migrate
just because they hate
the snow
and ice
and cold
and slush
and wind
and rain
and ice
and mush
and leafless trees
and winter clothes
and frozen ears
and runny nose
and long, long nights
and short days
and cloudy skies
and foggy haze
and itchy sweaters
and sliding on the sidewalk
and shoveling the driveway
and snowballs dripping down your neck
and you know something?
I don’t blame them,
I’d leave too.
Except I’d miss
the cocoa
and carolers
and sitting by the fire
and snow forts
and school vacation
and sledding
and snow angels
and ice skating
and snowmen
and Daddy kicking the front tire
because the car won’t start
and hopping around on one foot.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

More Princesses

More Princesses
Glitter nail polish on pre-printed Disney canvasses

Friday, September 26, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Pieces of Jennifer Weigel

Pieces of Jennifer Weigel
Toenail clippings (of myself) with certificates of authenticity, as included in FluxJob

Monday, September 22, 2014

Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Katydids Play Hopscotch

The busybuzzing bumblebees
circle silver dandelion clouds.
The millipedes shuffle their feet
to the tune of the Jitterbug.
The ladybugs wear polka dots
the gentlemen wear ties and hats.
The crickets form a string quartet
and give concerts in the summer.
The grasshoppers jump rope and sing
and the katydids play hopscotch.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Please Recycle

Please Recycle
Digital photograph displayed in plastic bottles found on a 2-mile walk from the house

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


Surprise!  For Cranky Yellow
Post It Notes left in CDs at music resale stores all over St. Louis before a one-night event inspired by a Craig's list post about a Post It Note found in a Death Cab for Cutie CD

Monday, September 15, 2014

Tunnel Vision

Tunnel Vision (Keeping Dry on the Katy Trail While Plein Air Painting)
Acrylic on canvas board, displayed with statement & painting palette

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Girlhood Friends

Girlhood Friends
Acrylic & oil paint pen on canvas board, displayed with doll subjects from my childhood

Friday, September 12, 2014

Fire Sitting

I like sitting by the fire in the winter
and drinking cocoa
while my mother reads the paper
and my daddy watches football on TV,
as long as his team’s winning.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


I was caught in contemplation,
the kind of thought you can only do
when you’re riding someplace, a passenger,
passing nondescript scenery as the corn fields sweep by
in their mid-July rifts of green and beige.
First, I would close my left eye,
and then would reopen it and close my right,
searching for a sign of my perception of color
in the painterly gestures of the cornfields alongside the highway
as they cascaded through my vision.
It seemed that my right eye saw more vivid colors:
olives, taupes, brightly decadent trumpet vine oranges.
An enormous array of colors glistened before me.
And my left eye seemed to seek out details,
for it knew a far wider range of clarity,
transforming almost everything
into dull, muted earth tones and shades of gray.
It was my left eye that noticed, for instance,
a monarch with wings outstretched,
sunning on the Queen Anne’s Lace that adorned the highway.
It was in this contemplation that I lost my sense of time and place.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Monday, September 8, 2014

Let's Go Slushmucking

Let's Go Slushmucking
Illustration for Let's Go Slushmucking children's poem

Thursday, September 4, 2014


Visualize with singing of Monty Python's Spam song, but replace the word "Spam" with "Porn"

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


I-phone photograph with found object from Jonathan Stangroom

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Monday, September 1, 2014

I've never been much of a poet

My tongue trips over words
with an awkward uncertainty
and my deciphering of context
is more than a shade awry.

Yet the ebb and flow of my life’s own observations
boil and roil and toil within me, yearning to be known;
like a rush hour traffic jam on a Monday morning,
my thoughts often race to a halt before speeding on.

Words that best express me
wax and wane and stop and go;
lost to the traffic of my mind,
my musings become congested.

In this strange habit I have of thinking silently aloud,
I seem to have rambled my thoughts into a corner
and, having tripped over an awkward pause in conversation,
I ponder navigating a new course of words through the jam.

But the words that I search for
are always miles ahead or behind
and I come to realize once again -
I’ve never been much of a poet.