Friday, November 30

the lady drinketh



i don't know what to do with this. i wish i could put it on a plate, or a little tea saucer

or make it into a 3D giant clock or something

Monday, November 26

spice up your life

na na na na
people of the world
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE
-spice girls

unrelated, you can now get some of my illustrations as throw pillows and iPhone cases
i'm saving up my money to buy them as presents for people
although maybe i should be buying a "sewing for dummies" book to learn how to make them myself

well until then......shop with me :)




i'm also having a holiday sale in my etsy shop
everything has been reduced 15% or more, so if you've been looking for original and affordable little paintings to add to your walls, or cute hand illustrated tote bags, i gotchu!




Monday, November 19

scan 1


whas happenin

i put a lot of new recent work on my website and i'm selling a couple pieces i made for my show at Think Coffee here (holiday discount to come very soon..cuz i'm a business, man)







Monday, November 12

take a look

at my website because i just updated it even though i have a significant crap load of homework to do by morning and this was a bad idea


these are not on my website, but i still think they are nice





and i don't know what to do with them so here they are. here this is.

Sunday, November 11

thoughts on greatness re: art and writing


it's so common for the average viewer or reader to only dole out accolades of "great" and "fantastic" to something they believe that they, themselves, could not create or imagine creating.

"that's not art. i could do that" >> the gut response–but they didn't [create it]–doesn't do anything but sound snarky and dismissive. More accurately: this reader didn't think it necessary to write vulnerable thoughts on a piece of paper and show it to people. Or that viewer didn't think it important to draw a red line on a canvas and contemplate what it might mean to them and the world. which is totally fine.

~* different interests ~ * ~*

artists and writers are not in it for the money (there is none) or accolades–they do what they do because that is what pumps their blood. The way a football fan gets hyped at the beginning of the game as he prepares himself in front of the TV set on Sunday–this is how I feel when I find a new artist's work that I connect with. It's almost spiritual. Art is personal exploration, and the desire to represent something in a different way. It is vulnerable and brave, often mistaken for self-indulgent and gratuitous.

i can live with that. i can live without being labeled as "great". the word is overused, has lost its meaning. we should find a new one.

great art is subjective, just like beauty is subjective: every label or classification is in the eye of the beholder. I am good at fixing TV sets. I am not great at cooking. I write. I am good at noticing details. I am not a great runner. I am visually creative. I like sandwiches and cold pizza. to me, they are the greatest foods.




oh and






















FUCK YES
        to equality
and the next four years !
~* ~* ~ * ~

Saturday, November 10

O () o c


my mom always bugs me about signing my artwork, that i need to decide on something and stick with it, cause i'm always changing my mind. she wants "delaney gibbons" or just "delaney" and i want something shorter like "dbg" or a symbol. today i got annoyed and told her i'm going to start signing everything as "pancake" and she did not look at me or speak, however, she did not object.

Tuesday, November 6

some wonderful things









 Georgia O’Keefe, Canyon With Crows
















Morning, XVI

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadow, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing you — compact and planetary,
my dove, my globe.

— Pablo Neruda










         and new projects

Friday, November 2

hurricane 2.0

well hello! i am warm, dry, and safe...which is a hell of a lot to be thankful for after the past week. i was able to escape home to philly wednesday night, though many of my friends in new york and new jersey are still without power, so i'm thinking of them and trying to help any way i can when possible.

after experiencing Irene in the east village last year, i was pretty sure no hurricane could top it. but Sandy proved me wrong with a vengeance. really hard to see pictures of ravaged lower manhattan and the jersey shore where i've spent so much of my life. i'm impressed and comforted though with the amount of good will i've seen over the past few days. the world keeps finding ways to remind me that even though it is full of shit people, it is twice as full of golden-hearted people.

today i remembered this drawing i posted shortly after irene last year, and went looking for it in the depths of my hard drive. somehow i found it, and couldn't help but add to it, even though i regretfully left my wacom tablet back at my apartment.

it's nothing polished or fancy...i decided to keep it lighthearted as per my original intention. my coast has enough depressing things to look at right now anyway without me adding to the pile. i think i'll keep the original tentative title, too...

i'm sending my sincere best wishes for your safety, health, and comfort in the wake of frankenstorm. hope your halloween was more happy than it was frightening! <3 br="br">


"It's All Fun and Games Until A Hurricane Comes and Proves That Your Kids Have Better Survival Skills Than You"