Thursday, March 31

stealing is good

i've posted a bunch of times before about one of my favorite artists/writers Austin Kleon who makes "Newspaper Blackout Poems" - yesterday he posted on his blog How to Steal like an Artist (And 9 Other Things Nobody Told Me) and it was a really informative and inspiring read. if you have 20 minutes to spare, read this. time well spent.
(photo via

Wednesday, March 30

cue jack johnson song to cheer the world up

something is UP with me today. i can't claim the always handy time-of-the-month excuse, or the crappy-weather excuse either, as today was sunny and finally a little warmer. i've just been a sensitive sally these past few days.

i have this thing
a complex?
i dont know
but i gather all the weight of the world (cliché but what else to use when it's true?) i listen to the news–not literally the nighttime news, that makes me too sad so i had to stop watching, but i listen to everyone's worries thoughts and problems–and i make it my news, my worries thoughts and problems.
i don't mean to
it's not me
it's my brain, which has always been so mean to me
i'm not depressed so don't try and diagnose me. i'm a happy person
but the world makes me so sad sometimes
especially when bad really shitty things happen to good great people.

i had a job interview today

and when i got home i fell on my floor and sobbed
because i found out 5 days ago that one of my favorite teachers–and his wife–both have cancer. they have an 18 mo. old daughter, too. i was sad since i heard, but it took five days for that to soak in with the rest of the weight of the world in my brain and render me physically unable to function.

after a little while (as we all manage, eventually) i vacuumed the puddle of myself off the floor, dried my face, and caught my breath.

[to read an article about Nathan and Elisa situation, see here. to read their blog where they courageously post updates that will have you laughing and crying and straight up rooting for them, see here.]

Nathan is an amazing teacher and person. His wife is hilarious, witty, and equally amazing as i gather from their blog. And their daughter, Sadie, is downright gorgeous. 

it's like the beginning of Sleepless in Seattle, when tom hanks tells their 6 year old son at his wife's funeral, (something along the lines of:)  
"the truth is we don't know why bad things happen. if you try to figure it out, you'll drive yourself crazy"

so i'm reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. and yes i truly believe that. and i'm also reminding myself that positive thoughts and energy really do make a difference. i've seen it in my own life when my mom was sick. so i'm sending ALL my  p o s i t i v e  t h o u g h t s  to the Bond family and all those who need it. stay strong.

now i reallyyyy have to go read or i realllyyy will fail. school is starting to seem so trivial, like there is so much more i should be doing for others and for the world rather than sitting in a class room talking about doing something, or worse, talking about stuff other people have done. but that's for another day, i guess. for now, i leave you with {{{postive vibes}}} and a BIG smile. lots of them actually. and all my love. i mean it.

Sunday, March 27

long hair don't care

self portrait from sketchbook, unedited, & probably never going to "finish" it

it's been like 10 months and i'm still in mourning over the decision i made to take scissors to my mane last june

i know its just hair shhh. i just like it better when it can hide in it like i used to. and it feels like it's taking FOREVER to grow back

watercolor, acrylic, color pencil, micron

mad cat

hope your sunday is gr8. i am sick, so i'm eating oatmeal raisin cookies and watching tom hanks movies which is a fantastic combo.

enjoy some random sketchbook pages

Monday, March 14

before & afters

while drawings tend to look more finished and crisp when colored, there is something about the original black and white pen sketch that i love--its kind of fresh and raw

1. sketchbook drawing, colored digitally (see it in action at
2. sketchbook drawing, colored digitally (thinking of making this into a print!)
3. school assignment - illustrate our version of the "land of cockaigne" - which is basically a land of cooky things. i wanted my land to include fun hats for everyone, and obviously if i'm creating my own land, it will be sunset allthetime

right now its my spring break, although you wouldn't guess it by looking at my life because i've been working nonstop. and if one more person tells me i work too much they're getting punched.

i finally have a chance to get caught up in school work and personal projects, so i'm happy for that. alllll i gotta say is i better see a beach this summer

by the way, i hope everyone is still keeping Japan in their prayers <3 all my love and positive thoughts!

after all

Saturday, March 12


it's no secret that i love Picasso
and listening to The Fratellis
and Saturdays

Wednesday, March 9


right now is such a weird moment (never once have i ever typed "weird" correctly on the first try ((not even just now with the quotation marks)) so if you and me are playing "never have i ever" you know how to get me. you're welcome)

but this moment is odd because everything is right but a little off. i'm eating my favorite snack, chips and salsa and guacamole, but my salsa is expired and tastes funky and my guac is kind of brown. i'm drinking wine and its making me happy, but so sleepy and heavy too. and tonight while i was out, i had a thought and wrote it down in my little notebook and drew a little picture. hours after i got home, i opened the book and looked at my note and saw a squished bug on the page. i had noticed the mark when i wrote my note but it was dark so i just thought it was ink or something. but no, its a bug, squished in its prime, without me even realizing it. 

how weieieieird

this city isn't mine
the sketchbook wasn't his
we all get squish'd


i have a love affair with words

please make me stop talking

Monday, March 7


i did this for a fire-themed assignment. i was trying to stay away from the literal sense of
fire, since i'm always so literal and i hate it. I told myself no red, orange, or yellow,
no obvious flames, etc. so,
with gum wrappers, white and gold acrylic paint, and micron pen
i made this, "The Sun Over Egypt"
which i meant to be a fun, witty piece that 
was simple but clever and still captured the assignment
in an interesting way.


literally. everyone thought i half assed the assignment
when i actually gave it a lot of thought and multiple drafts. 

i. hate. trying. 

how come marc johns can do it so effortlessly?
tonight i found this piece  by him  (below) and just started laughing. 
where did everyone's imagination go? and why is it not 
okay for me to use mine?

so anyway, that's enough self loathing for one night.

i leave you with the below picture, from the almighty Pretty in Pink.
my sentiments exactly...

that said,
screw that class. i'm sleeping in tomorrow 

Sunday, March 6

crowns & pearls

sad lions and classy pigs.

in other news, i spent daaaays updating and designing my resume and finally finished today. is it bad that the design of it is more exciting than the content.........? 

Wednesday, March 2


flying over the rockies was one of my favorite life moments

Window Seat
The sky sweats in vibrant beads–golden violet beads!
What a beautiful bruised sky! 
Below, miles and hours of peaks–
Rocky Mountain limbs
shared among states–a hand in Idaho, a stomach
in Montana, white Wyoming thighs, 
toes and ankles buried in New Mexico.
I caress the calves first–
over Colorado.
The sun spreads its thousand arms
over snow-dipped organs, fire-edged fingertips.
Heavy sighs from pine trees
send snow-drift arteries, 
like dripped paint, across
pale mountain skin.
Virgin peaks and valleys
go untouched–the animals
are all asleep in the silent
widow peaks of the Rockies–
the other half of the world in flames!