Monthly Archives: September 2011


Back to this page. Tensions brewing.

Ah I told you I didn’t know how much or little of the process I was going to include on this blog. I’ve had too much on my plate to have enough of a moment to sketch something substantial, but this page is where I am. I revisited the sketches (some of which I think were done before this blog was born) and added anxious little thoughts to the page.

“Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.” -Vincent Van Gogh

I revisit his letters a lot too.


Down down down the rabbit hole

Finally finished this piece early last week. When I fix the tint of the white, prints will be for sale on my bluecanvas (ah saying it out loud so I can’t take it back).

How do I brave this, 5.5 x 7.5 in., watercolor

gold drawing ink on some scrap bookmark I messed up on

The view from my window is the 405 freeway. It almost looks like a bridge over Exposition Boulevard, but totally not. I wish it was a real bridge. That has nothing to do with these drawings. And neither does this.

“Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.” 

– Lewis Carroll

Oh and look at this! I really like this.

When things are difficult to talk about

When things are difficult to talk about

Putting titles are almost too intimate for me sometimes. Is that crazy of me? But, my friend said that I can’t make it so inaccessible all the time. Anyway, onwards.

work in progress. taking forever. as always.


waters (detail)

Oh and have you listened to this? Listen with me!

Things Ashore

(thinking of weeping willows)

Coming out of a somber weekend. Lots to deal with right now. You have to search for brighter things until you find it sometimes.

color mulch

Ashore (beginnings)

I got to drop by the Tim Burton exhibition at the LACMA. His sketchbooks were my favorite part. Images online are awesome, but NOTHING beats seeing the paper textures and the artist’s pen strokes. I picked up a book of his short stories. It has some of his sweet little characters with rather tragic stories. This is what Burton wrote about his Voodoo Girl.


Her skin is white cloth,
and she’s all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has a beautiful set
of hypno-disk eyes,
the ones that she uses
to hypnotize guys.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.

Every character in the book is a tragedy. Seriously. They give me that feeling you get when you have a nightmare and you feel like you can’t move and you’re forced to watch bad things happen. Ugh. Scary right?

Anyway, find something light. Listen to some Andrew Bird. (Lull is my fave.)

New and Old Flames

Happy week after Labor Day Weekend! Ha! I’m trying to funny. It never works when I try. Anyway, onwards! Last week, I found this photo of an old drawing in my files. It’s from my days of premed stress in the college dorms.

27 December 2009

I’m pretty sure this was a photo for my bluecanvas site. A lot of the work I did around that time had no thought of composition or narrative (not that I think those elements are necessary). Now, I think a lot of those crazy freestyle drawings/paintings were just places where I vomited every thing, like my sketchbooks now. Anyway. After I found this, I kept thinking about those flames.

Old flames

One of my best friends in San Diego invited me over for the weekend. She always let’s me run away to her when I’m stressed. It’s always been a convenient placebo to satisfy my actually urge to run away (so adult, I know). Anyway, San Diego always means bomb mexican food, the beach and childhood loves. It also meant time away from my desk and the giant work I was addicted to for the past week.

New Flames

I built this little fire before leaving for SD on Friday. I actually felt like painting with color, which is really rare for me. And! I totally fell in love with the movie Tangled! Ha, of course I loved the lanterns! I want to make actual ones without setting my apartment on fire.

Floating Lights (studies)

Anyway, have you ever had a bacon waffle before? Oh yes, they exist! Go to Harry’s Cafe in La Jolla! Seriously. Oh and listen to some Youth Lagoon, they’re lovely.

Good day You!