drawing with my sweatshirt. cuz i spilled paint on it.

pretend the glow of the tv is the moon

resumeee

killin me. so structured. i want to integrate it with my work, let my work be my resume. but this gallerys want resume, artist statement, and proposal and THEN work, all stated separately. so i will do it.

it is taking way too long. i have had about 5 jobs since i last updated my resume, so i am pretty much rewriting the whole thing.

i need to say something interesting with this thing.



enough of my complaints. i am enjoying the artlife. it is amazing. daily epiphanies. the other day i was sitting in this Chinese class (for work, it is a fantastic gig) and i was bored. you must understand: me, i do not get bored. getting bored is pretty laaaaaaaaaaaame in my book. so when i realized i had succumbed to this sad state of being i freaked. i felt so uninspired, my artistic awareness felt absent. the only thing i could do was try to find something to engage my senses again and bring me back into harmony with my consciousnesses. so i began drawing everything around me. the hairpins i pulled outta my hair, the banana peel i had just finished stripping from the banana i ate, and random pics of fish and hippos i had printed days before. i felt discontent until i started a breakthru on the banana peel: when i switched from blue ink to black ink to really bring out some depth perception in the drawing. ahhh it was great and suddenly the class was over right when i was completely enraptured in a banana peel.

and now i kno what it must feel like to not have this artistic awareness. no wonder people always seeking constant external stimulation and entertainment!!!!! its boring without this consciousness!!! :)

i keep dreaming in layers. fish bubbles birds, last night.

i luv the trashcan by the park on which the ic graf writer CEYN wrote ''MORE..''. brilliant.

real love

my friends are hella fascinating.

this weather is so fresh. i just want 2 sit &marinate in it!!!

sky love

ssss

i used to dream about snakes all the time when i was little. i felt they were always chasing me in the dark when i was awake and then they chased me around the grocery store and trees and etc in my dreams.

this summer i dreamed that a snake took over part of my skin. my skin was snakeskin. and i had a son who believed that if i ate him, i would be cured of my snakeskin. he wanted me to kill and eat him.

but i was like no, i love you, i dont want to lose you! i dont mind my skin, im actually starting to appreciate it!

distressed, he ran to the butcher. made him sacrifice him and grind him into meat. which was then delivered to me, and i made hamburgers. i was eating one, and my skin changed back to how it was before the snake. and i screamed and cried. i knew.

the faces! they are tellin me so many stories!

everyone looks so familiar!!!!!!!!! i think i am feelin our connections hardcore again

tryna love the rain. it is just so cold.

today i woke up thinkin, theres a hand in my closet. the night before,i dreamed i almost completely burned off my fingers. whats with me n hands?

song draft 1

learnin to use garageband. the beat gets kinda off but whatev ima fix that when i get a chance

My ♥beat be rockin me

I just remembered somethinn. back in the day i made a webpage for my childhood invisible friend ESSA. is that wierd or is that wierd? lol

my heartbeat swallowing my thoughts

a new drawing i am workin on

my fave pose the model made so far