Not forgotten; simply unremembered…
…if only we could tell ourselves what not to remember, if only we knew what kind of havoc that memory would wreak, what sort of things we’d be spared from. If only I knew to forget before I knew I’d remember…
you laughed a wicked laugh and said “come here let me clip your wings”
Just call me angel of the morning
Then slowly turn away from me
Step 1: Find photo of gymnast in awkward pose. Step 2: Crop. Step 3: Draw! This is from a photo of Olympic medalist Nastia Liukin.
I could eat negative space for breakfast. delicious.
Is it a shroud, or is it a reflection of what’s within?
more playing with shapes, colors, and textures. and yes, another self-portrait with a photograph underneath.
though I’m still trapped in the desert for now, it is as they say… even if you took me out of it, I doubt it could be extracted from me.
Matters of the heart meeting matters of the mind; the interconnectedness of human lives.
Are they inherently complex, or do we make them so? Is it in our nature to make mountains out of molehills, do we need to understand things so deeply that we must invent levels to explore?
uh… yeah.
I wanted to just draw how I had my hair today. and then I had to make up some other stuff. so, kitty lady. no, she is not supposed to be a Na’vi or whatever. I have not even seen Avatar, thank you.
this drawing brought to you by the “think less, draw more” movement
If I seem self-conscious, I assure you it is
because I am seeking the right words to say
because I care what you think of me
because I think I like you.
I have only been twice not single on valentine’s day… bawwww.
This is basically the most convoluted in-joke ever… short version: My computer, whom I have named “Alton” after the amazing TV chef Alton Brown, is currently holding me under a miniature reign of terror, which prompted my brother to make a reference to 2001: A Space Odyssey…
Surreptitiously realistic HAL in contrast to my super amazing black smoke texture… I think I will make it a goal this year to do so many not-even-close-to-reality self-portraits that by the end of 2010 I will not recognize myself in the mirror. haha.
I’m not really that bad at cooking. But I can guarantee whatever’s going on in there is not good eats.
When the spirit is willing, but the body is weak…
I’m actually not in a terrible mood today (yet), I just feel really tired for some reason…
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