Once there was a very strange girl born to half-normal parents living in a tiny Oklahoma town.  They fled to Texas immediately, and tried to steer the odd child, who wished to be a waitress, into a useful adult.  They almost succeeded, but then she became an artist, and worse, a writer. 

and then . . .

She married everyone who asked, had children, painted concrete and wallpapered floors before turning her outlandish imagination toward painting glorious things on canvas.  After renaming herself Coco, she renamed her husband Pablo, opened a gallery in Houston, and got a tattoo.  Everyday she wakes up, paints the women in her head, and drinks a beer.  Ah, useful at last.

coco easterwood, living artist producing new works monthly, studio and gallery at 1721 washington ave, houston, 77007 email coco@callmecoco.com 713.224.5080