g i r l . s e v e n

One hundred/one hundred days/number seven! I've made it one week, and I'm proud of that. I've finally used some colour too. Ink, brush and pen on paper, digitally coloured. Crazy eyes. 

g i r l . t w o

One hundred girls in one hundred days, number two. Pen on paper and digital coloured variation. Sour, angry face; I've been experiencing some of those moods lately; when you're mad, you're mad.

d o w n

Tree branches downed by the recent storms.

s h a r p

c r i s i s

I found myself dealing with a minor crisis a few mornings ago. I've already mentioned my erratic sleeping patterns as of late; on this particular day, lack of rest caused me to sleep in later than normal. So, having overslept by five minutes (which is saying something, seeing as I habitually only leave myself a 20 minute window to shower, get dressed and run out the door in the morning...oops) I, stumbled briskly through my morning routine until finally I attempted to pull on a pair of tights (as per usual, uniform = dress, cardigan, tights!). I chose a grey pair which someone had given me and were the wrong size; the clock was ticking down as I struggled to pull these tight tights up my legs and they got all twisted and weird and I realized, panic stricken within two minutes of my necessary departure time that there was no way I could survive the day wearing them but no way that I could change them before leaving.

I stuffed another pair of tights in my purse and ran out the door; with every step I took they rolled a little bit further down my bum and wiggled down my legs...and let me tell you, there's no discomfort like being wedged into an overcrowded morning commuter train with sausage casings pinching you.

n o v e m b e r

Happy belated Halloween everyone! I've been a little absent lately, due to the terrifying fact that I've been without a reliable internet source for about two weeks! (spooky). I had a conversation this weekend with a friend about tech; I didn't even have a cellphone until I was eighteen and going off to university (and even then, it was a simple. data-free flip phone), and now going without my phone or internet seems debilitating. Good thing, bad thing?

Sometimes I feel like if I don't document my life online, it doesn't exist (if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?)

l a k e . s i d e

This past weekend, I was fortunate to spend some time in St. Catherines; Josh and I snuck away and went for a quick walk along the shore, and while it wasn't technically a sea, it was lovely being by the water. It was a gorgeous day, all blazing sunshine and soft breeze and in a perfect, quiet moment,  I felt a million times removed from ordinary life.

i f . i . h a d . a . h e a r t

While the rest of the world was going gaga for Game of Thrones (which I've incidentally started watching recently, and yeah...it's good), I was busy falling in love with Vikings. It has the same gritty, medieval feeling as GOT and in addition to being completely addicting, it had one of the most hauntingly amazing season finales I've ever seen.

A few weeks ago, I whipped up these portraits of Vikings two main characters, Ragnar Lothbrok and his wife Lagertha for Josh, the boyfriend's, birthday. (He's starting to amass a little shrine of my artwork on his wall!)