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.....Why hello, Nutcracker.

(cue coy smiles)

Gah, indulging in Christmas movies will be my reward for finishing this week.

Dum de da de dum de do.

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 Phase one photo collages.

d o . t h e . o p p o s i t e

Eggs?

I was given some good advice a while back, while at the end of my rope and stuck in a major creative slump: "Do the opposite of what you're doing now."

Seems simple enough, right? But how exactly does one figure out what the opposite is...especially when you can't pinpoint what it is you're doing at the moment...

New/old motto to live my life by:

Take chances, get messy, make mistakes!

Triscuts?

Ghosts?

P.s. : Acrylic on Canvas. Feedback?

b u r n i n g

Some reverting back to my old ways, and I must say I like the results. I haven't used pen & ink for too long, opting instead for black fine liners. BUT, I was finding my work with the markers lately to be too 'unintentionally sloppy', hence the decision to try out some intentional sloppiness. Just a quickie, but I'll be doing this more often.

One of my daydream people: intellectual warriors, gender equality and role flip-flopping, mysterious and with covered bodies for identity protection in public. I've decided to expand on this when time allows...they have alter egos.

t h e . m a r i n e r ' s . r e v e n g e . s o n g

Current obsession: THE DECEMBERISTS 

Especially this song: The Mariner's Revenge Song.

"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave 

"There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed" 

- The Decemberists 

Then I found this. Pretty fantastic, and it makes me want to be a better person.

t u r n . m y . h e a d . w i t h . t a l k . o f . s u m m e r t i m e

I feel kind of bad for myself because my cultural references are always so far behind the times...BUT

I've been listening to Phantom of the Opera on and off all week, and I forgot how much I love it. I have to admit that when I hear them sing their stories, I can't help but think to myself things like "well Phantom, maybe the reason why people don't love you isn't because you're ugli, it's because you're a crazy murderer" and "oh Vicomte, could you be a littler lamer?" (his line at the end as the Phantom has him in a death trap "I fought to hard to free you", a la Luke but-i-was-going-to-go-into-town-and-pick-up-some-power-converters Skywalker, makes me chuckle every time.)

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 Collages in the works:

Frames, paper, paint, stickers, leaves & flowers, cutouts, glitter and buttons. 

Satisfying & reassuring.

 

 

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 Inner Monologues with painted frames, buttons, beads and string.

Gorillaz, over and over and over.

Have you heard the one about the babysitter and the escaped killer?

b l a c k . s w a n

" I don't know who killed that black swan, but who ever did is a hero...A HERO!"

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I admit that I'm probably the worst photographer out there. That being said however, I've been pushing myself lately to incorporate photography into my work via collage (because somehow, my plain photos seem too plain when left alone).

And so, an inpromptu pre- and post- shower photoshoot. I'm somewhat proud of what a disheveled creep I look like.

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Random Collagables:

Marker (and some paint) on paper, photocopies and hole punches. Oh how I love my one-hole punch <3.

I'm feeling very into flowers right now. Weddings and funerals, life and death. (And bugs)

Stay tuned for collages and combinations!

m e l a n c h o l y

Oh, what a melancholy choice this is....

...wanting home, wanting him. Closing my heart to every hope but his, leaving the home I love.

c i r c l e s

Another blink, another week:

Nightmares, procrastination, self-doubt, over-eating, actually being ahead of my school work, Harry Potter soundtracks on repeat and the urge to smash my ipod with a hammer.

(I'll turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea! Then, I'll put that flea inside a box, and put that box inside of another box. And then I'll mail it to myself. And when it arrives.....I'll smash it with a hammer!)

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Some long-lost summer sketches:

m o r e !

You close your eyes for a moment, and the day is over. You look up at your surroundings, and realize that more than a month has flown by. Your to-do list is overflowing, but the tasks which you truly ache to tackle keep getting pushed to the bottom by countless mundane items, chapter summaries, school reading lists, household chores.

Honk if you wish there was more time in the day and more days in the week!

If it were up to me:

1) I would not need to sleep

2) I would draw for days at a time

3) I would spew out the complete contents of my mind in one, long art session. It would be in exquisite and agonizing detail. I would then collapse and bask.

If this were possible, I would be happy. Si je suis creative je suis belle.