Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

l e t s . b e . f r i e n d s


 
 

Today was a melancholy day; things that I thought were going to happen have been pushed out of my immediate schedule and I've been feeling aimless and unproductive.

When I'm feeling down, looking at my Tumblr Archive always makes me feel calm and inspired. These tiled images create a perfect little world full of serenity and adventure and I love how easy it is to escape from reality and drift away when I look at them.

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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

m y s e l f










A few years ago, I decided that, as an artist, the only subject matter that I could truly express and feel comfortable doing so was myself. I was (and still am) young enough to realize that I was seriously lacking in lofty world-views and cultural opinions; I felt at the time that any social message that I attempted to express or explore through my work would end up being too transparent or half-formed, and the piece would suffer. So, instead of looking out at the world for inspiration, I looked inward.

Self-portraiture pleases me for several reasons:

I. Documentation of fleeting personal changes and brief moments (as pictured above)
II. Expression of secret thoughts, desires and opinions
III. Exploration and the search for a personal place in the world

It's just the same in the general process of living; all that I have to offer is myself. I can't be any more or less than who I am; I must act in accordance with what makes me feel whole and calm and good. I want to be exuberant and giving and electric; I want to create and capture those feelings in my work.

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I like to think that all work is self-portraiture; the artist's experiences, beliefs and choices influence their work so that it becomes a reflection of their person, regardless of the work's subject matter.

I began to think about this in my second year of Fine Arts at UW, when my class was assigned the challenge of presenting Drawing as both a verb and a noun.  My group and I devised a project in which our classmates were given inkblots and then asked to draw what they saw in the images; as predicted, each participant created a different piece in response to identical inspirations. This supported our hypothesis that each person's life experiences would shape their perceptions and influenced their output. Simple.


Every girl I draw is me; every word I write is a reflection of my own mind.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Monday, June 6, 2011

f r u i t . s a l a d




I've been a fan of Yoshitaka Amano's work since the moment I first laid eyes on it,  way way back in my childhood. While cleaning recently, I stumbled across some character cut-outs of his which I had taped to the inside of my wardrobe (Locke and Terra from FF III to be precise) and the love was reignited. His figures appear to me as simultaneously sleepy and sensual, mysterious and nonchalant.

Oh to live in such a world.

Friday, May 27, 2011

h a l l w a y


Yum! I'd like Miami-based Alvaro Ilizarbe (aka FREEGUMS) to decorate my house.
via Narwhal

Friday, February 25, 2011

l i s t e n . l i s t e n

I just googled "Marie Antoinette". Clearly that's not my image.
Happy Friday everyone!

It's a my reading week still, I'm all stocked up on fantastic supplies such as baby gold frames, sparkly paper, some metallic paint, more wooden framesies, hole punchers and some pre-loved fabrics and stickers. I think it's time for some uber crafting, the kind that leaves me sleepelss for days (let's see if I can break my record of 2 all nighters in a row followed by a full day at school/work) and turns my workspace into a disaster zone. 

P.s.....Ugh, how much would I love this custom iPod skin from Gelaskins. Since I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't make it for me though (frowny face) I'm going to take Marta Ryczko's advice and draw my own. Yea yea.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

t y p i c a l


So I have this dress...slippery and cool, black and gold, makes me feel like a princess. I've had it for at least 4 years; I've worn it two times. Two, how typical.

Monday, February 7, 2011

t h e . d e m i s e . o f . b a r b a r a


This popped into my head in the shower this morning. How kinda sorta beautiful it is. Bill swaggering off onto the lawn and toppling gracefully while Uma smiles and cries. Takes me back to high school, when I used to sketch brides in bloody wedding gowns, and when Mr. "Kippy/Kipler" Kipfer asked if I needed to see a counselor because of my fondness for red under-painting.


Bom bom BOM....The Demise of Barbara and the Return of Joe - Ennio Morricone. I need to watch more "old" movies.

w e l c o m e . t o . t h u n d e r d o m e

 Some Irana Douer, Gustav Klimt, Alphonse Mucha, Audrey Kawasaki, McCauly Culkin, Camus quotes, Christian Dior, David Bowie, hole punched papers and headless ladies.

I've actually NEVER seen Mad Max. Any of them. Or Highlander. For some reason I equate those two movies.

f l o r a l s


I love florals, and I actually appreciate my clothes more now. Seeing them from a new angel makes them seem new.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

c o m f y . c o z y

Lately I've been drawn to my bed like metal to a magnet. But really, can you blame me?

my pillows & blankets

Monday, January 3, 2011

t w o . s i s t e r s


I'm admittedly not a horror fan, but this Korean film is one of my all-time favourites. A Tale of Two Sisters combination of dark, delicate cinematography and hauntingly beautiful music has stayed with me long after viewing. 

Do know what's really scary? You want to forget something. Totally wipe it off your mind. But you never can. It can't go away, you see. And... and it follows you around like a ghost. 
- Eun-ju, "stepmother" 

I feel that way sometimes. I sympathize.


Monday, November 22, 2010

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.