Excuse me, but do you know what time it would be if we were on Mars?

5 in the morning!
I've seen quite a few of those over the last couple of weeks. And the next few look just as hectic. Life has been super busy, with the art show I'm interning for opening tomorrow and family stuff (my grandpa just got out of the hospital) and social stuff. Every weekend from here to August is already full. It's mostly good but exhausting. Good hectic, parties and weddings and swimming and such. Which means art happens at 4am. And I'm up all night. It's kinda great.
I've made art! (Bet you're shocked).... some of the pieces look way better in reality than in these photos.

I really like these more figurative figures. They kinda look representative and universally iconic, or maybe it's just me. (So much beeswax and maybe too much crayon? The wax is thicker and more opaque then I'd intended.)

Art is the way of showing the outside world what our inside looks like (PS I <3 Work of Art)

Hat Shaped Hat (In walked a man in the shape of a man holding a hat shaped hat and he held up 2 fingers and said how many fingers and I said peace man that's where it's at)

No clue what's going on with this page... affirmations on the left in the background, oddly sad? girl on the right.

Last page! Just experimenting with drawing with the crayons then melting just them rather than powdering them into the beeswax flecks to melt over the page. I don't like it.

I've finished this volume of art journal. I have a new one to start, but I can't unwrap until I give this one a cover. So I've done some stuff in other places:

These faces in the watercolor journal are less visible than I'd like. An experiment in technique (the pastel woman in the background, H20 pencils on aged book pages, how I draw hair).

I had no plan for this page in the Book of Dreams. I just really wanted to do a gesso transfer with the tree in the right so I shaped the page around it. I'm not so happy with the left, but the right makes me super happy. The transfer came out really well I think, worth the pain in the butt of rubbing all the paper off. Maybe with some journaling it'd be better.

Update

Bleh. I'm sure I've done lots of things since I last posted. It's certainly felt very busy.

Hmm... what have I done?

Well, these are from when Kate was here.

Yes, Tim Burton is creepy. I am shitty gifts. Overly cheerful, never given, shitty gift background card thingies.

This is the gessoed magazine woman, for those of you who got to enjoy my ranting about it.

I also added to my Shadow Aspects/ Embrace the Light page. I really like this gold. It's just shitty craft pain, but it really moves and catches the light.

I made the June page. Dunno why it's so depressed. I was feeling greys and black and white and red. Apparently.

After Kate left, my friends and I went to Playland. I dunno what's up with this piece. Other than that it's washed out and oddly red and slightly out of focus in this picture.

And this week I've done this scribbly piece. It may end up a background with something over it or it may stay like this. For now, I'm happy with it. And haha there's writing under all those layers, and you'd never even notice. It tells a really hilarious story that you will never read. And I won't tell you.

And this pair of moth/flame sketches (maybe for a painting?) And they're also super red and weird. FML.

Oh! Those were in honor of Pyrophelia, a Blood Dumpster art collective show about fire by some of George's friends. We went and hung out with Foley and had an excellent time. I got to spin fire! Yay! But I forgot how much I hate audiences. Especially when I have nothing planned and no music and am totally out of practice.

And all week I've been working on this piece. The background was so pretty I just looked at it for a few days, scared becasue anything I could think of to do to it would ruin it but I didn't quite want to leave it as it was.
This is how the piece came into being (dramatization):
me: I'm gonna do something realistic!
george: can you do realistic art?
me: of course. i just don't because I don't like it.
george: then why... ok. make realistic art.
*several weeks later (in which i have attempted almost no realistic art. what i have done has rapidly morphed into sillyland.*
me: i hate realism. it's boring. and it takes me forever. and it's never quite right.
george: then stop doing it.
me: but... ok. I'm going to make something totally abstract! I rebel against your realities, realism. fuck you and your looking like things. i'll do a jackson pollack! take that!
george: ok. make something abstract.
*layer 1 complete*
me: it's so pretty. if i touch it, I'll ruin it. maybe i'll send you pics and you can tell me what you think.
george: ok.
*several days of blithering and quite a few rejected plans later*

Close-up!

Today I worked on this page, I am well-adjusted/ Everything I say is profound. Thank you Elias and Danielle.

And I think that's about all from me. I hear wildfire was awesome, and I'm sorry I missed it. I was with you in spirit, rocking out with my fire poi at Pyrophilia.