Thursday, 29 January 2015

doomed and cool

There are some songs or poems that make me ache because I feel a sort of nostalgia as I listen to/read them, even though they are not my experiences at all. Does anyone else ever feel that way?

"Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance." -John Keats

A quote I came across once upon a time and cried of joy at its accuracy to my inward feelings I was never able to pinpoint or put into words. Why is it that the brilliant people I relate to the most, are dead?

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

hump day drawing

Whipped a little something up today! I don't really know where it came from or how to describe it, but I like him. I'm seriously thinking about printing this onto a t-shirt; what a perfect staple it would be to have strewn around the bedroom floor at the cottage all summer! 

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

blizzard blues

Blustery blizzard going on outside right now. Here's a lame .gif I made a few days ago because the sun was out for once and so bright it was shining in my eyeballs and I was basically blind. Here are some journal doodles from the past couple of days as well. Excuse the excruciating bad quality of the photos.

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

MS Paint portraits

I finally found out how to download Microsoft Paint on my Mac! (Which means I never actually tried to, until now). Here are my first two Paint masterpieces ever (since the age of like, nine). I obviously don't want to spend too much time hunched over my laptop staring into a screen and slowly going insane from frustration, so I'm not sure how often I'll be whipping these things up. However, I do hope to continue making Paint art and maybe get better and, hopefully quicker at it. Enjoy :)

Thursday, 15 January 2015

dull day drawings

Here's a collection of bad quality photos of some not-that-great quality drawings I did today with a Sharpie marker and pencil crayons. I think I'm going to start actually using my blog again. Maybe. I hope. But, you know how that goes. 

I was lying in bed this morning half-asleep and saw this creature through a tunnel.
You know when you close your eyes and see blackness? It was almost like there was a tunnel through the blackness into another room, and this alien thing was peering back at me, looking a bit distraught. It freaked me out enough to get me out of bed; I drew it out and added feminine features.

Struggling to float out of my body under a layer of several blankets.
I imagined a giant hand over my bed before I went to sleep so that if the time came, I could reach up and grab it and be pulled out of my body without really having to think about it.

Sketch of a '70s inspired outfit; there's supposed to be a bag or something in her hand but I got lazy.

The contents of my bag.

- my student ID which is no longer relevant, my driver's license, and debit card
- a spare key in case I get locked out of my car
- a small collection of change
- a couple of bobby pins, a tampon, Christmas lip gloss, and a rectangular tube of lipstick
- a pencil sharpener
- a pouch with a fish on it that I keep my iPod & headphones in, which are also shown
- pink lipstick, a lighter that says wasting my YOUNG YEARS, apple hand cream + another bobby pin
- a smiley face sticker that doesn't stick anymore but I never throw it out for some reason
- a pack of gum with one piece left
- Nivea lip chap
- a hair elastic, an eraser, a green plastic case, a short pencil, and a gel pen
- a Value Village receipt and smushed cigarette package