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.