white dress, gold buttons, and Bond.

and finally: my favourite collage.  for it cleverly (creepily?) insinuates Sean Connery as Dr. No era James Bond is mildly intrigued by me and my fabulous ensemble.  he's checking his watch because he wants to get out of there with me.  yup...
anyway, that scene was HUGELY influential on my aesthetic and also attraction to tiki kitsch.
there you go, just slaughtered a little bit of the mystique for ya.  it's okay, no one "reads" this blog, anyway!

Carly Waito--luminescent gem

i'm super impressed by this chick (Carly Waito) who paints gems and minerals in oil.  also inspired to finish my own web-site!!


sphalerite:


vesuvianite:



rhodochrosite:

artists inspiring me

currently:

aminah slor

celeste byers



bob pepper

Promotional Postcard Decision

I had a really hard time coming up with a promotional image because I had no idea how I communicate all of me in one image.  This is kind of where I want to go, now.  The cougar is still my logo of sorts.

Inspiration/reference I will follow semi-closely:

(note triangle wall decoration)

∆ ∞--∞ ∆✩❍

current mask craze

cacti lust

anita the witch

2200ad Luxury Planet Escape Pod  Kevin Hooyman

A-E-S-T-H-E-T-I-C

this is one of my favourite artists

but i can't remember her name.

help?

magic

my dreams are so strong 

my vision 

salt crystal glow

wet night

clicking in place

grinding down

some visual creations that stemmed from this hand

I've found a new visual lover. He doesn't know it but I'm fine with that.

Will Sweeney
http://alakazamlabel.com/




ROBERT CRUMB'S OPENING IS TONIGHT AND I AM SO EXCITED!!


degree project work so far

Being Back

Good things:

dancing to (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction with Emily, singing it like we mean it.  a girl pulling me aside and telling me i'm the best dancer, she means it.  purchasing those dark green velour hot pants with belt loops.  wearing them with my cougar belt buckle and platforms.  Yesterday finding a carbon copy of the vintage fake fur jacket Alicia and I shared when we went to go see Orange Sunshine.  not eating as much and enjoying not having a stomach.  walking a shitton.  listening to Hawkwind right now.  changing his mind and behaviour pattern just by being me YEEah, baby!  feeling wild again.  walking all day in San Francisco, partying every night in the ballroom.  the neon lime green vintage micro Emily brought back from Australia for me.  drinking jack daniels from teacups.  my cousin taking it on as a personal mission to smoke my sister and me up with the best CA has to offer.  Being an animal and biting lips.  the bruise under my right shoulder.  riding a motorcycle with my kind of driver down the great highway and experiencing the most sublime happiness i've ever felt (well, tied with orgasms and Orange Sunshine shows).  living in delusion that this isn't boston.

bad things:

being real nasty to guys that i think are lame.  wanting the plane to crash coming into boston knowing i'd at least die happy.  deciding that i don't want to illustrate.  hurting one of my friends and getting the saddest poetic e-mails from her missing me.  having a terrible time writing my research report because so much has changed.  realizing the technical impossibilities of my installation.  not being on the west coast.

i puta spellonyou becauzze yer mine! YEAHHH

This is by Klaus Voorman, you know his work for the Beatles' Revolver album.  Klaus was a total biscuit and this is one of his pieces.  He was also the bassist for Manfred Mann, played in the Plastic Ono Band (woo.hoo.) and blahblahblah.

i had a nightmare and i want to paint it.  it involves a peacock feather, not the fancy head part but one of the skinny bits, and a white porcelain rabbit with a girl climbing into it.

i want to do a painting of the wolpertinger drawing

AND finally do a new version of the legs and guitar thing i did that 11 year old children RIPPED TO SHREDS before i could scan it.  i don't know how terribly original it is but i don't care.  it was a fucking cool painting before it was destroyed.

tonight i felt alive again. 

Today I found a new artist that I love.  Photographer Nan Goldin.  CHECK THIS OUT!!

just to pepper all of you with some MORE EYEBALL CANDY.  I want to say, none of you know how badly i want the following to happen to me, but some of you probably want this just as badly.  you know... the whole riverboat concert, awesome dancing, creedence clearwater revival live thing.  as harriet would say, 

Dannggg

wolpertingers and cactus

My day is entirely inspired by Gimme Shelter. It started on the bus this morning. I was drinking the dregs of a strong memory
the time Alicia and I got dressed up and down and psychedelic and whoreish in fake fur and lace and mini skirts and metallic silver and platforms and spike boots and went to the Morlock to see Orange Sunshine. I was drunk on a bottle of red wine and high on some California and holding onto one of the amps and dancing trying not to fall down, my soul comin right out of my body, sleeking out of skin, shimmying into some glitter and then they went into their version of Gimme Shelter. It's so grit and rough and the ultimate hard homage to one of the most badass songs of all time. If you get me started on that song I'm going to start stumbling the words around my mouth like wooden sugar cubes about the way her voice cracks and if you listen to this as loud as you should be listening to it you can hear the studio get excited about it. That voice crack MAKES the song. Her voice cracks from passion, I mean--THAT'S rock and roll, baby.
On the somewhat other hand, THIS:

is inspiring my life right now.
The caption makes it even better, if that were possible.
"Eric Metcalfe a.k.a. Dr. Brute
B.B. playing hte part of Leopard Lady who has just decapitated Jane Mansfield on Safari with Lex Barker"

it's about the superiority of animals because they are unfettered by unnecessary and inhibiting emotions, and wanting to become something other than human because you never felt right inside your human skin anyway.

jackalopes of the world:

The grand finale:

it's even more gross and hilarious because of HOW OBVIOUSLY these are taxidermied and just plopped onto some field in the middle of nowhere.
Jackalopes DO exist, but unfortunately, it's a disease. Shope papilloma virus. The Culprit.
If you like looking at fucked-up pictures, you can see the disease here.




On another note:


The Don Juan re-do.

as of 3pm.

Almost done with the cacti now.

as of 5:20pm.
Guess which one's my favourite cactus!

TO YOU SWEETHEART, ALOHA

STUFF

STUFF







for people who like to read boring stuff:
Alameda Outlaws (band name for wolf piece, not sure about the lines yet but we'll see
the Don Juan pieces... uncomfortable with the colours, want to completely redo
I like the Johnny Cupcakes concept but i need to execute it better.

i went to this rock and roll cowboy wine tasting/show/southwestern jewelry thing and got asked for a business card i do not have yet. i told the woman i liked to draw anthropomorphic creatures in transgressive situations. when i think about that i get excited to do art. i want to show that in my review, but the workload this semester didn't allow me that. the illustration department works against itself.
anyway she works with turquoise and silver and coral and it's all beautiful and southwestern and i bought two cards from her, one with radiating porcupine quills and one with three feathers from a little dead bird she found on the side of a road when she was riding her horse. she buried it and thanked it and everything.


where I'm at on the juxtaposition piece for advanced drawing:

it's kind of meaningful to me... especially since this summer. becoming an animal, skimming the fringes of realities, feeling out of place/changeling. earlier today somewhere i felt like an alien. not like the movie kind but you know



an artist i like. gustaf tengrim




somehow, we all seem connected
i kinda want to work with this collective: http://nationalforest.com/site.html






uschi and bockhorn's bus


i'm reallyreally tired.
aurel schmidt: http://www.tinyvices.com/Aurel_Schmidt.html
i have a lot to say but i don't have internet at home right now because some people didn't pay the bill.