first off, a nice picture of a beasch whale (me) floating around on an inner tube and “burning the living shit out of my skin”, as I did this past weekend!
according to my little brother, I am “not that fat”. But I do have that awesome little hat. It hides me secret identity from the world. (Sorrry for the blurry photo.)
In other news, here are some illustrations from a “journal” I had to make at OCAD this past semester. Obviously I didn’t finish all the assignments, but there’s fifteen or twenty cartoons if you count the “supplimentary comics” link, which were mostly things I doodled during the lectures. here it is! My favourite comic of the whole bunch is actually the cast list on the front page. “Does not believe in the cultural construct of pants.” A lot of the links are broken because it was a hasilty-uploaded mirror, the actual assignment was handed in on a disk.
Does anyone else here use dreamhost? has anyone else been ahving trouble FTPing the last two months or so?
some art?
a song to pass the time. acrylic, felt tip pen, nail polish, and a bit of gauche. say whatever you want to drugs, they’re fantastic conversationalists. This looks SO AWESOME in real life. All of these were taken with a digital camera because my scanner is in Toronto, so none of them make the grade! This one is my favourite of the bunch.
< more: ladies doing drugs with no clothes on, ladies drinking booze with half a top on, a person of indetermant gender smoking a cigarette with a complete top on, and a mime in a pair of leotards.
I forgot one yesterday!
It looks like vistana as a blonde but it’s not intended to be it was a combination of two girls sitting in front of me in class, wearing my new skirt. It was a comment on how well you get to know your clothes. I don’t but new clothes very often, and I wear all my old clothes pretty hard, and I’m always going back and mending them and patching holes and reinforcing seams and holding on to clothes way past their intended shelf life! So I get to know every stich of all my garments pretty well, and how they all fit, and exactly how they feel and behave. But now I have this new skirt that is totally different than anything else I’ve ever worn! and it’s a strange feeling.
more of the same inside: watercoloured life sketches (like this girl in Kensington Market), watercoloured class doodles, an assignment from my graphic comminications class, and some mean comics about artists with neurological disorders.
cut for size, legth, girth,nudity, and post*isms.
