My house burnt down! This is time for a new shiny fresh start, getting into the habit of doing crazy things like, oh, I don’t know, updating the dang internet with my drawings or something. Oh yeah.
we're not cheeeeeeeeeeap
My boyfriend and I share meals in restaurants and are exceptionally fashionable. Sometimes this annoys waitresses.
i don't even remember what this was about
Oh, remember when I used to by cynical and self depreciating? Oh, the heady days! I am no longer ever, ever sad, I only love sunshine and therefore have no pity left for the human race. I ran out!
I don’t even know what I’m talking about. It’s very early in the morning. I have zillions of backlogged drawings, some scanned, some not, none edited but these precious 2, some you’ve seen before but not since they’ve been GLORIOUSLY MODIFIED BY GRATUITOUS WATER DAMAGE, and I am excited to show those off. This painting was co-authored by The Wrath of God!
I drew all these before Christmas. I retired the sketchbook without going through and scanning the dregs, such bad habits I’m forming! These are all whiney, and I guess tangentially relevant to my life at the time. I’m trying to get back into drawing pictures for the deeply un-hip purpose of self-expression (pretentious ass!), which I feel was sort of beaten out of me in school, mostly by me. No one wants to have your squishy feelings forced upon them in a critique setting, plus there’s not a lot of time left for that sort of self indulgent crap when there are movie reviews to illustrate! (But posting them on the internet is totally cool because everybody knows real potentially embarrassed people do not read the internet.) Drawing pictures is for making money, if all you want to do is talk about yourself maybe you should have gone into fine art, genius! Or therapy. Therapy is totally hip this season!
Oh, you could have kept it on your sleeve and we could just make fun of you as we would your average everyday bleeding heart. But under these circumstances, mostly you’re just an Ineffectual Slut. (Also hip this season!)
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venn diagram poetry?! The Anti-Pretentious Canadian Cocksucker Coalition (APCCC) is going to take all my pens away. (They are in cahoots with the League For Abused Fonts, who’ve been on my case for years, just waiting for me to get sloppy.) The main point of this - which got buried – is that the good when I’m with you is significantly bigger than when I’m not. As it stands you can only extrapolate this from the absence of bad. Unless you’re as pretentious a twat as myself, and consider being boring
more wicked a sin than being naughty.
This is sort of off topic, but I looked up the wiki page to check the spelling of “venn”, which is just a disability I need to work around. If you check it out and scroll down, there’s some really beautiful diagrams down there. I dream of the day when my brain is smart enough to need to illustrate concepts that would require the use of this:
Just thought I would share. Also thought I’d mention that I went through a “flow charts as poetry” phase you all missed. Only one was any good but it was a bit of a downer, so it didn’t seem socially or morally responsible to share and spread the infection. You know me: I am all about the sunshine and the butterflies.
And after the cut: Some houses I would like to live in. Now in addition to an architect I’ll need and engineer AND a botanist. As if life weren’t expensive enough already, what with me dropping a hundred bucks on underwear every time I loose weight. Do you understand how many safety pins I’ve murdered, pulling off skirts I’ve pinned shut and forgetting about how my sheer strength will mangle their little bodies? If only I could build myself a house out of safety pin corpses and shredded fabric, I would be set in this life.
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feeling: 
weird
listening: belle and sebastian - piazza new york catcher
This post is very quantity > quality, so I have stacked the remaining two deep for your viewing pleasure.
if you can see this break, you need to click on it to see the rest of the survival kit.
feeling: 
accomplished
listening: blonde redhead on corys ipod
There is only six days of voting left! You should vote on all six of those days. When those days are up, I will finally be able to open my laptop without seeing my own greasy face pouting at me so upsettingly.
Now for an actual new watercolour picture!
One of these days I am going to paint a lady who is actually wearing a shirt, and the internet will kick me out in the ensuing scandal. I promise you I am fully capable of rendering clothing; I just get over excited with the beauty of skin, what with its freckles and tattoos and scars and words carved directly through the chest cavity. I’m a giant pervert like that.
feeling: 
ecstatic
listening: ubiquitous synergy seeker - porno star trek
I’ve been doing a hell of a lot of this kind of crap, so I hope you like it because there’s a load more coming.
up there is the first one I tried to incorporate anything more than just letterforms into the negative space thing.
more of the same under the cut.
there are more pictures under this thing
My scanner is hooked up again! I’m going to try to space out the backlog so if I fall off the art horse again I maybe won’t have to go another four months without updating? The art horse is a high one, and I think this sport has given me so many concussions at this point I may have permanent brain damage.
This is the first thing I made after I graduated, inspired by all the neurotic fits of nut-job I pitched while trying to move and prepare for my grad show at the same time.
