But I think I got some linseed oil in my ear...

It's kind of disturbing how much I miss my sketchbook.
I've just left it at a friend's house, but I'm already frustrated and missing it.
I actually want to draw.
It's feels weird that it's not here with me. It's existence is comforting.

I painted for about 6 hours or so today. It was (generally) good times.

I gesso-ed the back of a painting because I didn't put enough gesso on it the first time around, and the back looked stupid with the paint showing thru. (I think this will also eventually destory the canvas) Little white spots showed up on the painted side, and I had to match colors for several hours trying to fix my painting. It actually turned out better than it was before I had to rework it, so I'm pleased.

The RA (I assume) put up signs in the bathroom stalls with names of funny cities.
I wanna live in Chicken, Alaska.

and because I hate putting up entires with no pictures...



I drew that for-freaking-ever ago. Like, at the beginning of the semester. It's kind of like this weird thing my roommate, her boyfriend, and I were talking about one day at the Mellow Mushroom.

Finals and Whatnot.

Well, it's getting about that time again.
Last week was dead week, the week before finals.
I've got two paintings to finish by the 12th as well as bits and pieces of metals and ceramics I need to finish by the 11th.
This is one of the first semesters I've had where teachers have opted to have our final critique actually during finals. Usually art teachers will just make final critique the last regular class day.
I am so happy this isn't the case. I need all the time I can get with three studios. (two of the three being 3D art studios, which I lack skills in.)
But I'm really not that stressed, which is nice. The most work I have to do is painting, and since I love it, it doesn't really feel like work. Right now I'm stalling more to let my Ipod charge than anything else.

Here's what I'm working on.













Hope everyone else who has finals does well.
Yay for a break soon.

This semester has really flown by for me.

Punjab's

More proof that the world is coming to an end.
My favorite place to eat has burnt down.
Punjab's was one of the best resturants in Richmond, KY, and to be honest I think one few remaining fantastic things in Richmond.
The people who worked there were always the sweetest people you'd ever meet. They had the best and kindest service in town.

Anyway,
I was there with my friend Shae, and my roommate Megan.
It started to smoke from the ceiling and we all left...
You read my roommate's (the journalist) entry here.
It's much more thorough than mine. Pictures and everything.


Needless to say, I'm depressed over it.
So close to finals week, right when I need Saag Paneer most.

Groovy

I did this little drawing this afternoon.

If I had a website, I'd have something like that in flash for the homepage. With actual links instead of random sayings...

Hope the Thanksgiving holiday was nice for everyone.

Things I'm thankful for at this second:

• The RA on our floor has really good candy in the bowl in front of her door. (she sets it out there for us. Mini Butterfingers and Mini Crunch bars.)
• Lifetime shows Frasier late at night.
• Holiday Breaks.
• House shoes
• People who I can talk to anything about
• The cheap pack of markers I bought
• My yellow hat
• My family
• Being able to see my high school friends over break. and it not feeling like we've been far away too long to be able to talk.
• Walking in the dark down my street
• Yellow Ginko leaves on the ground from the tree next to my window.
• Nachos

I braved the cruel day called Black Friday this year with my friend Emily.

The dark grip of capitalism filled the air...

I bought some stuff. I kind of wished I could have made everything for Christmas this year, but it's hard to do that. Some people hate scarves, and really like DVDs and video games. oh well.

Yep.

Whispering your secrets to the goat.

"Whoever wants to know something about me... ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do."
--Gustav Klimt











This is my sketch for a painting I'm working on. We had to take elements of a still life and compose/change/add/whatever to them to make something interesting to us. Maybe tell a story, I can't remember....
Mines about death and grief.

It's been a rough semester for me.
I can't wait for it to be over.

BFA and paintings.

I was accepted into my school's Bachelors of Fine Arts program in Painting and Printmaking a few weeks ago. I only get the one degree, but they'll let you explore two concentrations.
You have to apply and they make a bit of a thing over it. Application and deadlines and whatnot.



The painting above is of my friend Morgan and a victorla. And swirly things. It's better in real life. That's an awful photograph.


My letter says

"During the portfolio review the committe made the following observations and suggestions:

...use of color is interesting. However, she needs to venture out of 'tube' colors...
...exhibits nice compositional skills...
...needs to 'lock down' her vision -- her work goes in too many directions...
...shouldn't rely on outline so much -- this needs to be discussed with her painting instructors."

We had to paint a still life with colors different from what they are in reality. It's my elephant statue, my crab toy and my flute.

I asked my painting teacher about that last one. He thought for a second before he shrugged told me it was something I shouldn't worry about. He makes me smile.
I'm happy he doesn't mind.
The strong outline around figures comes from my learning to draw from comic books, and my undying love for the form.
Superheroes don't really interest me, but I like the form a lot.
What can I say? I'm a comic book snob, although I've not had time or the resources to read as much as I would like to. Comic books or otherwise.
I've not even made my own lately.
I think that needs to change.

This is what my life has come to.

This message appeared to us out from the night.
The Gold Star Chili sign holds many secrets to the universe.
This is what my life has come to.

Hat Comic

I like my hat. :)
Click on it to make it bigger and to read it.

Sketch Pages

Jokers and Owls.
The fortune says"Birds are entangled by their feet and Men by their tongues."







Some sketch pages.
I'm gonna post art here more.

Louisville TMBG Pictures.

I went to the They Might Be Giants' Concert in Louisville Kentucky recently. I took some pictures. Enjoy!

Happy weekend.
I'm posting some paintings from my painting 1 class.

Happy Father's Day

This is what is going to be part of a postcard printmaking project. I am doing seasons, and this is fall. It is also a father's day card.

Happy day for fathers, grandfathers, would-be-fathers, men who inspire people like fathers, uncles, nice boys. Anyone who is deserving. I know it's a hallmark made holiday, but it doesn't mean we don't love you.

The truth is, we don't know anything.

I drew a self portrait this evening.
I think it's.... okay.
I forgot how much I like to do them.
That sounds vain, I know. Oh well.

"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best."
~Frida Kahlo

Judy dreams of accordion androids.

Yeah, here are some more lino prints.
Full paper sized ones, not the tiny ones.
Anyway, this is judy:

and this is creepy scifi accordion dude:

They both say hello!

Sushi tests

I have finished the 'accordion accordion' book, and have moved on to my next project.
Tiny sushi stamps.
I think I might turn them into little magnets and maybe try to sell them?
anyway, here are the stamps:

Okay, below is more work on what I hope to be my etching design.
Hope you enjoy.


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Accordion Printmaking

As I might have mentioned before, I like printmaking. Here are some recent linocut prints of accordions. I plan to make an accordion bound book about accordions. A pun, yes, but I do like accordions.

A night in Berea (pt 2)

...I just think it's funny.
My high school friend and my college friend going to the same preschool.
But not as funny as the fact that he knew *exactly* where his baby book was.
...then again that could be kinda cool, not funny...

A Night In Berea

Visited the coffee shop today. Where Liza Minnelli followed Leonard Cohen on the speakers. We found that although the music might have been dance-able, after she started singing, it was only downhill. :)

mostly, a very good day.

Existential Crab