The Joy Formidable.

Fun song. Also I sometimes have problems with insomnia. Fun fact. Twinsies.

Indubitably.

Usually bugs are really gross. Spidery ones are the worst, though. Just looking at one or listening to people talk about them can basically send me into a panic attack. Fun fact.

Today we're British.

Okay, so this bugger and the next few are going to be sideways because they're little twats and just refuse to be any other way. Whatever. I suppose this could be my initial artistic intention. Although it did piss me off for quite a while they just are born this way so I guess I can't really discriminate. Tossers.

Theatre.

I'd much rather chase my dreams and make an adventure of trying to get by than hate myself and have security in my life. It probably helps that I don't fear death. If I die on the streets of New York as a hobo trying to make it as a Broadway actress I can die peacefully knowing that I tried as hard as freaking possible.  If I fail I better fall on my face in front of the entire theatre community rather than giving up way back in college. If I fail I better be going down in history as the most determined, most ridiculously driven, and largest laughing stock in theatre.

Written April 29, 2012:

"I've come to hate 'this too shall pass' just as much as 'you choose to be happy' because as long as my heart beats depression will be somewhere inside of me hiding." 

Sun.

A nice little note to self. Also the photograph frames this sketch well. I'm quite proud of myself if I do say so myself. I like redundancy. Once again, why the hell not?

Mr. Nice Guy by The Kooks

Truth. And that's all I have to say about that. Also, I really like this one. Also also, I love incorporating monsters, but they are a massive jerkface to draw. I can never think of enough monstery things to put on them to make sure they're monstery enough.

Right meow.

Let's just live in the moment and not think about the future for a sec. Ready? Right now, right this moment do what will make you happy. Because life has a lot of empty spaces. A lot. So take a moment and fill it with what will make you happy. Why the hell not?

Meow.

I really like the whole animals in clothes fad. I myself and not much of a good portrayer of the fad, though..so I added some fun texture. I'm always looking for fun textures to spice up my sketches. Also, I was listening to Young Blood while drawing this. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far. Far, far away from here.

Fun fact: I'm afraid of birds. Don't judge. I also really like the word 'yes' from an artistic point of view. Also, I suck balls at drawing hair. Another fun fact. I covered it well with the cardigan, though. Those are fun.

Supposed.

The path was

supposed 

to be followed.

Maybe a little meandering for some ripe berries

or a daisy or two.

But the path was a path of brilliancy.

It curved through delicate timbers

and rapid rivers

and had such spectacular views 

it was impossible to imagine 

if the path ever ended

and if it did

or did not

how much more spectacular it should be

around the bends. 

But one day she looked down and there wasn't a path. 

She couldn't remember straying.

She couldn't remember being distracted.

She couldn't remember being absent minded. 

She just suddenly

wasn't 

on 

it. 

So she stopped. 

Because that's what you're 

supposed 

to do

when you get lost. 

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

-E.E. Cummings

Oh, Bryn, you see through the dark.

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Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

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It's been a long, cold, lonely winter.

It makes me sad  that the larger paintings get blurry when I scan them because my scanner isn't big enough..





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I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

I like the musical Crazy For You. If you pay attention you will see it quoted a lot here.





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