Wednesday, September 29


"Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people,
things, literature, music-the world is so rich,
simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful
souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."
Henry Miller

"I froze before the keyboard. I couldn't think of a damn thing to say. No poems, no prose, no words. The pain cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify it or push it outside or find its beauty within."
Elizabeth Wurtzel

"I like making images that from a distance seem kind of seductive, colorful, luscious and engaging, and then you realize what you're looking at is something totally opposite. It seems boring to me to pursue the typical idea of beauty, because that is the easiest and the most obvious way to see the world. It's more challenging to look at the other side." 
Cindy Sherman

on inspiration

my course load is intense this semester and i have lots and lots of reading to do–i wish there was more creating and less reading (oh i love reading, you know this, but i like it for enjoyment and discovering new characters and words and styles of writing, not for analyzing it to death)–but anyway in between reading assignments or chapters or whenever the text gets blurry and bumps into each other and i know its time for a break, i look at blogs and tumblrs and art websites and photography and illustrations and cards and friends' work and old sketchbooks and sometimes i'll have music on and as tired as i am i just want to keep going and clicking and finding and it keeps me awake alive

Monday, September 27

illustrating motion

 school assignment; final piece is 16x20" done with scrap paper, tissue paper, matte medium, acrylic paint and marker on foam core board

starting to realize its nice to see the work-in-progress pics, from inspiration to concept sketches to final piece.

ok g'night

Sunday, September 26

a little cold

to those who don't write and don't make art, they tell them to try it when they are feeling down. let it sort your thoughts, they say. let it be a release. but to those who write and make art and try to sort our thoughts and find a release, they have nothing to say, because their remedies didn't work for us. it is dark now, a little cold, and we are so full of the wrong thing, and so empty of something we can't put our finger on.

Monday, September 20

my flowers died

it was beautiful

schools in full swing

but i feel like i fell off the rope and am drowning in the river.

my sketchbook and my recent subscription to netflix are doing their best to keep me sane

young designer

"as a young designer
i'm fascinated by
all dreamers."

-via 2 or 3 things i know. it is one of my favorite blogs not only for the great inspiration and interesting design viewpoint (the blog author has an architecture background), but also for her beautifully simple (often poetic) thoughts on design and the world

both images via 2or3things

Friday, September 10

the cruelty of elevators

You want to be alone? Listen, 
that's not how you do it. Turn the damn lights on. 
If it's aloneness you want, go down the street. 
Pass the library and all the alleyways,
pass the empty subway entrance. Go into
the corner building, the one with
all the students. You know? The one with the
revolving doors, the constant crowd of people
streaming in and out?  Go in that door, be careful. 
Walk to the elevator and stand in line. 
Wait your turn, be patient. When your time comes,
they'll cram in like cattle, so that's what you gotta do. 
That tall young gentleman behind you 
with the broad-shoulders? 
Yes he'll fit, just maneuver. And that young woman
behind him, with the thick pad of art paper
and the heavy tin of paints, of course she's in. 
Comfortable? Not quite? Good. Then, politely,
and with a smile, ask someone to wiggle a finger
and hit the button for the top floor. Get ready
for the loneliest ride of your life.