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How about these photos by Swiss designer Dennys Hess? Love them!

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 Upped contrast for collagability. I like orange, what can I say?

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 Sticker design, playing around in Illustrator.

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I should spend more time outside.

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New Photos to be collaged. I like doing this work, but it makes me feel vain and vapid.

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Diptych, one of two. Acrylic on cavnas...a little sloppy, will tighten on the next one.

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Feeling dizzy today.

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Today is my birthday  and this bit of advice is my gift to myself:

I should probably actually have this shirt made. Now back to watching the Jetsons movie on Netflix!

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Once upon a time...my sketchbook was glued to my side; people told me that I was unapproachable because I was always too busy sketching. I like to sketch in pen or marker, never pencil (I have no time or patience for "impermenant media"); I like to jot down notes, dream logics, story fragments and imaginary conversations. I've even developed a sort of sloppy shorthand to concel the meaning of these messages from those who leaf through my books (which sometimes even I can't understand!).

Time for another revolution: get back into the sketching swing.

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Weekend on the beach: cold and cloudy outside, cozy and kitschy inside.

 

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Details from a larger painting. I'd like to do more work like this, nothing but patterened canvas.

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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.

via booooooom

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Bonus points if you can guess which movie that quote comes from. Another: "Forgive a doubting fool...".

I feel like all artists have a guilty drawing pleasure. Mine is fancily dressed characters standing stoically and facing straight ahead.

New self-challenge: one drawing a day, to be coloured later when the mood strikes.

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A "drawing" from the year of no drawing.

Inspired by the story of a girl whose improperly packaged, leftover birthday soup ruined her party dress. In an ensuing memo, the restaurant manager scolded his staff but assured them that an apology had been delivered, along with gift certificates. He was sure that the girl and her family would remain loyal customers.

I'm sure that they wouldn't.

Things like that stay with you.

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Paint and yarn on a canvas dress. It's wearable, for someone small enough.

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Lots going on, and yet not enough.

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I bought these shoes back in the spring of 2007 while on a school trip to New York City. They were only ten dollars, and at the time I was practically incapable of passing up anything that cost that much or less. I also though that they looked like they could have belonged to Marie Antoinette (or a kitschier, ie ever cooler, version of her), which further sealed the deal.

In the time four years since purchasing them, I had worn these shoes approximately one time.

I held onto them because they were beautiful, and because maybe, just maybe, someday I would have a need for bedazzled, ill-fitting, French Court kitten heels.

Finally, yesterday, I let them go; I donated them in their original box (baby pink with hearts) and only hope that someone else will see in them what I did.

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

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Kinda looks like a Monet. As if.

Acrylic on Canvas WIP.

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So, Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow; nurtured by all those authors who'd sent their books out into the world. Like ships onto the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: "you are not alone." 
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As I sort through my possessions, struggling with attachment to personified objects and guilt, I should remember that I'm not saying goodbye; I'm sending these things out into the world, to be enjoyed by someone else who will, hopefully, be as influenced by them as I have been.

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I wish that I could feel silly all the time.

T h r e e  S t e p  P l a n :

1) Make "GETHAPPY" Playlist

2) Learn how to do Everything

2a) Creative Explosion

3) Be fabulous ( & Sassy) !

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Who knows why.

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April was a dead month, I'm sorry.

Surprise-result photos. At what point does something like this pass from lame to art, and vice-versa. Am I a fraud for practicing "photography"?

Suddenly I have a plan: reworking, adding, subtracting, blowing up. Stay tuned.

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It's been a tough week for me. Last weekend I wrote my FINAL final exams, handed in my last essays, and that was that...Earlier this week I cleaned out my studio, took home my furniture, paints, paper, mementos etc and essentially said goodbye to what has been my second home for the past eight months. I packed up, turned in my key, took some photos and said goodbye.

It's funny because, for as long as I can remember, I'd been fantasizing about this time. Practically since my first year of university I had been dreaming about the day that I would finish school, gleefully awaiting the end of my academic life and all the pressures that went along with it. I didn't see university as"the best years of my life"...it was just something that I had to do, something standing in the way of the real life I would lead on the other side.

I dreamt about the end for four years but somehow it snuck up on me; and to my surprise, I wasn't ready to say goodbye. Leaving that studio was like breaking up with a boyfriend; it was a safe haven, a meeting point, a home away from home that connected me to the rest of the world in a way that hurts very much to lose.

Goodbye blue sky...

goodbye studio, goodbye school...

I'm adrift again.

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Oh ladies...so close but, going to take a break with these for a while. Faces and composition are done...pattern time!

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Oh these paintings...I have to say, I love process photos but these seem like too much even for me. So, I'm happy to say they're basically over. This series is done(ish). Clap clap.