Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Parallel Me Has it Down

The creepy thing is
I’ll always love him

Or maybe I’ll always love the cataclysmic heart pounding that comes with thinking I love him -  which is more like the adrenaline one might feel when diving into a bomb shelter, snipeing government officials, or enduring sudden in-flight turbulence. 

What’s life with out regrets and speculation anyway. Humans love poetic tragedy. There is a palpable romance to enduring, secret love and snow storms of could-of, would-of and should’ve - and those most painful, what if. 

I give a lot of credence to parallel universes these days. There’s a bit of consolation there. Go parallel me! Go go go! 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I have bangs

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I can only HOPE I get to waste time on stuff like this in fashion school.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

yes. just, yes.

Monday, December 20, 2010

If for whatever reason you don't think this is the best thing ever rolled through a printing press ANYWHERE.... you're off yer rocker.

Friday, October 29, 2010

we are not what you think we are we are GOOOOLLLLDEN

Monday, July 19, 2010

it took a while for the bliss to set in, but while jogging determinedly along a seedy french street today, breathlessly babbling in french to myself about the horizon, which I could see by the way: blue green and cool in the far far away, with the sun melting over it like a warm breath, I felt that incredible elation when life and humanity are completely and shamelessly radiant. Thank god for distant places.

Living and learning here has also taught me an incredible appreciation for a person's staggering dexterity with their first language. Being able to string together a sentence, actually choosing words that convey a particular mood: beauty, poetics, anger, sarcasm, etc, takes ridiculous expertise. It's kinda cool that if we choose to take advantage of it, everyone can share in being ever so super good at something. Thats kinda rad, in my book.

I wish I could be sharing art and images, but blogger won't allow it when coming from this side of the earth. C'est la vie!

I've been finding some coo stuff:
Really dign' the artwork at Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name
The historical lols at Hark! A Vagrant!
And the story telling and ever beauteous facial expression over at Boxer Hockey.
I'm dorking out like I havent in years.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Still loving the new sketch book. And! Going to France in 2 days. say whhaaaaaaaaaaaat?!! Kabir asked me while I as cooking, "so are you going to.. like, eat, over there? or.. what?" I responded that I would probably be hungry for frequent hours in the beginning of the adventure. In other news! I'm pleased to be registered for fall classes, many of which are music based- piano, voice lessons, choir. I expect to be the next Regina Spektor before the term ends. (I almost AM btw, just in case yall aint in the know)

Also I have chills. Tingle twinkling chills and love songs cascading through my mind and out my mouth while driving or showering. It's tragic, really. Oh, and romantic, and inspiring. And life feels much more exceptional and colorful!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I have a new sketch book! My first very own in many a year. So I've been going a little crazy with the characters from Boxer Hockey, my new greatest artistic obsession. Ive scarcely strayed from a pen tablet since my teen years, and damn, pencils are messy, seriously.

Today I was informed that in the potentially near future Imay be doing a modeling shoot with with the above model. For anyone not in the know, I am the model of clearly equal esteem seen below. I'm confident that I can bring a lot to the table in the shoot and that I was certainly not asked to be involved to make her look better by comparison.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

okay so I went a little crazy at Free People and spent somewhere in the 3 digits on edgy super coo super fox fashion. I am not proud. However I do not doubt that I will look absolutely bangn'.
The result of such antics however meant painting lots of jellyfish to sell in my etsy store. And one Panda. People go for this asian sumi stuff, right?
evidently, yes, they do. This sold within hours of posting it!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

So the photographer sent me a "teaser image" today a few hours after the shoot was finished. I sincerely hope I don't look like I'm looking at dead animal in the whole series.

Also, whilst driving down Glendale street today, a small, 8 year old black kid expended the calories to flip me off. For me, those are the kind of incidents (along with a couple a fat college girls throwing whole trash bags full of what should be recycled beer cans into the garbage) that make me want to pray for a nuclear holocaust. Or at least aliens destroying the race. Animals don't deserve no guff. Anyway that incident may be why my face was as such at the shoot later that day.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

New Jellyfish painting for Foxomatic. So far it's been well received by the masses. I'm trying to figure out the the fastest, easiest paintings I can make that people will still wanna buy. I might be on to something with these guys, everything I've sold so far has been jellyfish related.

aaaaaand updated: I sold this blotchy specimen of imperfection this morning for a comfortable $42.50. Hurray!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Sheridan 2007-2008 3rd year animated films TRAILER!

crazyily crazily incredible stuff

Sunday, May 30, 2010

I did this girl with a blue outline which I think gives her a different feel from my other stuff, which I usually do in a brown outline.

It was a sunny day but now it's a gray one. Its cool man. So this Sunday I have a another photo shoot, some of which is evidently planned to be nude. hmmm. I don't mind showing some skin, but really Im not avant garde enough to put that kind of stuff in my portfolio. Anyway something about cookies and crumbling or however you make pajamas is how you sleep in em or you know, whatever.

Also evidently it's good to be passionate but karma has a sharp eye for being so in the wrong places. If you're a vixen, even a friendly, innocent one who means well, keep your paws off hands with wedding rings on em, because weight gain, sinus infection, walking into metal poles, and throwing up milk that has solidified in your stomach await you. I'm telling you this is sage advice.

Also some guy named Dennis Hopper died. When I heard this I thought Edward Hopper, and took a moment to reflect sadly on the all those lonely naked women hanging out at their windows.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

So the "fruits of my efforts" as I mentioned in a previous post finally turned up. And the littlest model award goes to.....

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I love bobtail squeeeds. So I made a loving squeed card

Monday, May 24, 2010

ascribe meaning to your own life!

well it's obviously time to just shave my head and do brash reckless things. Rub up against strangers, march in protests, and fall hopelessly in love with the wrong gender, age, or marital status.

If my life is so viciously lacking in purpose while I still have a weekly schedule, I can only imagine what great existential quests I'll have to undergo when summer arrives. The possy will fly home to blue Hawaii, and the heat will settle in Ashland while I roast and gain weight in an empty, non-air conditioned apartment. I watched Anna and the king last night- remember that slave lady who was chained up and left outside for six weeks? Throwing banana leaves around and alarming the passer-bys with her plaintive, saneless cries? She and I will undoubtedly have a lot in common before July rolls around.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

vanity n all that

I did a whole day of shooting and no consuming (of fooooooods) 4 weeks ago and the fruits of my efforts have yet to be delivered. Save for this one image. But really. I'm supposed to get a whole dang package o pics.