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Isn't it entertaining looking through old family photos? Each decade has it's on distinctive style. Your mother goes from a toddler to a teenager. Your grandparents go from dead to alive. The photos become little windows into the past.
Have you ever wanted to enter an old family photo? If so, do tell.
Claire's thought for the day:I am so glad I am a girl.
Smarty Pants: Run, run for it! Why aren't you running?
Procrastination: Oh, you wanted me to run now? I was going to do that later.
Smarty pants: Too late. Your dead.
Procrastination: What happened?!
Smarty pants: The zombie dinosaur ate you. I'm sorry, but you should have listened to me.
Procrastination: but...but... it is so hard to do stuff. I try, but then I get overwhelmed and don't know where to start, and then I don't do anything.
Smarty pants: Baby steps.
Procrastination: What about Bob right?
Smarty pants: totally
Procrastination: Yah, I watched that instead of doing my work the other day. It was awesome.
Smarty pants: Want to go watch it right now?
Procrastination: if it means all I have to do is sit on my ass, then YES!
My old car named big mama, a 1992 Toyota previa, is no longer. She reliably took me on many a trip, acquiring over 200,000 miles traveled along the way. She drove strong to the very end. (I gave her up to acquire a newer, more fuel efficient car.) The other day I found myself petting the steering wheel, holding back tears as I told her how much I loved her. True story. My family had this car since I was a kid, and I inherited it in High School. The memories I had in that car were many and wonderful.
Cool Camp travels
dance parties
'tempted by the fruit of another' sing-along
Frisbee Tournaments
Family trips to school
So long my dear big mama. I love you.
This weekend will be filled with friends. I am going to have lunch with one of my oldest friends and go to a party for my friend the Goblin who is moving to DC. Come to think of it, they are both old friends.
The image above is a portrait of me and my friend. Just kidding. It is the creepy shining girls. 'Come play with us Danny, forever, and ever.'
They are not my friends. They may not come to my birthday party, and I will not play with them forever and ever...okay, maybe just one game.
I attended a gnome wedding last weekend. They would not allow me to take any pictures since they are not supposed to exist. Lame. I had to content myself with drawing pictures of the ceremony. I accidentally stepped on, and killed, this snail shortly after drawing this picture. My bad.
A wise person once said, 'Women with black eyes are awesome.' I couldn't agree more wise person, couldn't agree more. So it just so happens I have a black eye...interesting, did not see that coming.
I wish I could take a stroll in the above drawing. Anyone have a magic spell that will turn me into a drawing so that I can enter into illustrations? If you do, let me know on the down low. C-Bear out.
This is Larry...or is it? I have named him Larry, but I am not quite sure I like the name. Let me know if you have any other suggestions. Perhaps Wilbert or George? Anyway, I am a little in love with him; although, I am conflicted. Can I really love someone named Larry? I just don't know.
My camping trip was filled with: a jesus-loving motorcycle gang, dear friends, a hungry mob of mosquitoes, a mud pit, kittens, lord voldemort, watermelons, and so much more. It was wonderful, WONDERFUL I tell you. Now I am back at work, looking outside, wishing I could move my desk across the street and into the sun. Anyone want to help?
Here is a drawing of my mother, grandmother, and some of my aunts and uncles, all dressed up for Easter. I love their outfits. It makes me want a completely vintage wardrobe. What's holding me back? Comfort. Glorious comfort. I like to be able to run and frolic at a moments notice, which means jeans and sneakers please.
I am going on a week-long camping trip tomorrow, so there will be no new entries until I get back.
What I am looking forward to:
trees
creek (if it is running)
birds
kittens
card games
sunsets
the night sky
shooting stars
storytelling
reading
frozen grapes
swimming
i'm a girl with a pail
why are you sad?
i'm not sad
you look sad
no, i was just holding in a fart
oh...that smelled
...sorry
Here is a day to day picture diary from my life from May 28th-June 4th. I am going to try to post my daily picture diary either in a compilation like this at the end of each week or post one a day.
Last night was magnificent. As I walked the almost deserted streets of San Francisco at 8pm I marveled at how exceptionally beautiful it was out and how sad it was that most people were indoors and missing it. Then my feet started to hurt from all the walking I was doing, and I just wanted to join everyone indoors and sit down.
Who is happy the weekend is here? oh me, I am, I am. I swung on some swings today which made me feel like a kid and reminded me that it is summer (both good things). Big shout out to my old college ultimate team, the Burning Skirts, who are the number one woman's college team in the nation. WOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHH!
This post was a long time in coming. These were the other two paintings in my Rosemary's Baby series. You can see the other painting below.
This weekend I am going down to Santa Barbara to play in a tournament. I am super excited to see all my SB pals. My old college team is playing in Nationals this weekend. Go Skirties! Burning F***ing Skirts! Elie is a goblin (okay that has nothing to do with the skirts winning, but everything to do with Elie being a goblin)!
Mike and I have been thinking about getting a dog. Last Sunday we met a dog named Ivan who took hold of our hearts in his little paws and wouldn't let go. On Sunday night we were already coming up with possible names: Wally, Buster, Pip. Unfortunately, when we went back to the shelter a day later, he had been adopted half an hour before we got there. NOOOOOOO! Part of me thinks I should be relieved, and the selfish part of me that likes my responsible-free life is a little bit relieved, but another part of me wants Ivan to let go of my heart already. So long dear Ivan. May your new home be full of fire hydrants and dog treats.
I saw a clip from The Red Balloon today. That movie depressed me as a kid, but I watched it a lot because my brother always put it on. What a beautiful film.
I am quite happy it is Friday. I had a dream the other night that a lion was attacking me. I was not scared. For some reason I knew I would be alright, maybe I was aware it was a dream, and I was happy to see a lion up close. Last night I had a dream that every dog I came across charged at me and nipped at my hands. Now that scared me. I wonder what it means to dream of animals attacking you.
Here is a recent spread from my journal. I wish I could see the sea made out of paper.
My work is having an employee art show tonight and I deiced to make some new pieces. The past week I have been totally stressed out for various boring reasons and I wished that I could submit some older work. Instead, I forced myself to complete three new pieces. Here is the first in the series of finished paintings based on film stills from the film Rosemary's Baby. I am not a hundred percent happy with how my images turned out, but I am happy that I created some new work rather than depending on old standbys. I need a new work strategy. I think from now on I am going to tackle everything with the Rocky theme song playing in my head. If nothing else, it will make me laugh.
I have been working on a story on and off for a couple of years. It is finally almost done. I had started some illustrations for it, but I wasn't totally satisfied so I decided to make some new illustrations. The old drawings were all done in watercolor, but I am thinking of using more pen and ink and maybe markers (which I have not really used before). Let me know if you have any good marker recommendations. Here are some recent sketches.
This is another sketch from the Rosemary's Baby painting series.
Mia Farrow: I'm preggers.
I am going to a wedding tomorrow. It is the first wedding I will attend where people who are around my age are getting married. It is events like these that remind me that I am now an adult.Don't worry, by Sunday I will think I am a kid again.
This is an old school journal page. The alligator drawing was on an envelope sent to me by my friend Teja. She dreams of alligators; I dream of whales.
This is a quick sketch for a painting I am going to make based on a still from Rosemary's Baby.
Mia Farrow's inner monolouge: I'm confused...did I just sleep with the devil?
Me: Yes you did Mia. Devil child is on his way.
Years ago I came across James Kochalka's American Elf. He makes a small comic strip about his life every day. At the time I was having a uninspired relationship with my journal so I decided I would follow his example and create a small comic of my life to document at least one occurrence from each day of my life (another inspiration was John Porcellino). The comics are simple, and usually don't mean anything to an outside observer, but for me they are great. I can go back and remember a small slice of my life that would have otherwise been forgotten. I always draw them in pen, so even when my drawings are awful I have to live with them, which seems appropriate. My commitment goes in waves and sometimes I make one daily, other times I don't make a comic for months.
So my current goal is to start publishing at least one post a week. My future, more ambitious goal is to start posting my little comics every day of the work week. Wish me luck.
In my freshman year of college I painted a picture of the top of my parent's house, which made me want to paint more pictures of the tops of houses. I never did. I started one other painting, and never finished it, even though I wanted to.
What is it about the tops of home that intrigues me? It is the mystery. That lone light in the window of a house at night. Who lives there and what do they do in that room, behind those walls?
I have finally decided to take baby steps. Here are two small drawings of Victorian homes in San Francisco. I have always had a fairy tale pining when gazing at Victorian homes. Awww...so Victoriany(yes i just made up a word).
This is my grandmother and my aunt Julia back in the day. My grandma is rocking a mumu. I miss her. When I was a child she liked to wear purple and Betty boop pins. She introduced me to my first cup of tea and we shared a love of watching mystery shows. She had spunk and vinegar and would only cook spaghetti.
My aunt recently gave my family some old photos. I have been drawing pictures and painting watercolors based on these photos. Here is a picture of my dad holding my brother(who looks like one of those babies in Outside over There by Maurice Sendak). They are both so young.
