Sunday Sundae

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In the sticky hot summers of childhood, we’d return from Friday trips to frozen tubed popsicles, sprawl out under the tree and tear at them.

We’d wear our light blue shirts and jean shorts and go all sorts of places. Like the pizza buffet with the globby cinnamon buns, or nickel-arcade with the Austin Powers game, or the mall, where we’d be chaperoned by older children paying to be there (which I always found ironic…)

Chocolate sundaes–like the one above–played a less nostalgic role in my life; I think I’d only just had my first a few years ago. (And then a few days ago) I welcomed the treat anyways.

3.8.18 | Daily Art


Collage, Meet Journal

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In thinking about it, it’s been a while since I wrote my last journal entry.

Nearly a month’s passed. February went in the blink of an eye. Cliche, I know, but accurate. I shut my eyes halfway, half the month passed, and by the time I looked up, it was over. My memory’s shot. I don’t remember much from the month, other than the fact that I started it off at my best friend’s house, we went to a club, and I slept over for practically a week. It ended with her as well, the two of us eating Thai spring rolls and talking about our relationships (ha, ha).

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The start of March involved dodging snow storms, hurtling myself into the sky, into luck and sunshine, to the sound of cicadas in the backyard. I vowed not to check my email, so I didn’t. I vowed not to touch any assignments, which I didn’t. I vowed not to work, which I didn’t. Which meant that I missed a couple o’ things… and wrote a 10 page paper the evening it was due… and was clueless for two days. It’s okay, though, having a break entirely free of responsibilities was #worth.

I feel bad that I’ve been throwing out so many brief little one-liners the past two months.

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I was looking for some old posts earlier today and realized what a deluge of one-two-three sentence art posts I’ve been throwing up lately. Like, these tight-lipped, brief posts, which are so…sparse compared to before. I did initially start a blog to write….but it’s sort of evolved as an online outlet for whatever creative tornado hijacks over.

Has it been writer’s…block? Laziness? The need for a…break? Maybe a combination of all three.

But, of course, I can change that, I can uncurl myself from whatever corner I’m huddled in, all afraid to write. I’ll stick to making sure there’s something new every Thursday and Sunday. I’ll push myself to use WP’s Daily Post prompts as fodder for ideas, and combine that with my art posts, or use the space for journal entries, as I am now. Something like that.

3.5, 3.6, and 3.7.18 | Daily Art


Be Still, My Beating Heart!


Oh, but I didn’t mean it that literally.

Here are the first few (read: 50) scenes from a digital stop motion I’ve been working on. I’m taking my first design class this year–first ever! right, I know, it’s about that time. Each of the classes are 3 hours long, twice a week, so that totals up to 6 hours a week. Which, admittedly, I was apprehensive about. Turns out my apprehension was all for naught, because after every class, I’m wishing I had more time to work on our pieces.

Sitting around working on our art also warmly harkens back to the good ol’ days of mandatory art class. I’d sit with some friends and paint nonsensical artworks I’d never turn in. Honestly, I hated school, but if there was one chunk of time I enjoyed every other day, it was art class.

And stop motions, albeit tedious, are fun to make. Although some people illustrated their animations, I opted for stop-motion. There’s always been something about stop-motion that’s reeled me in…as a 10 year old, I’d make flip books of dancing stick figures, stop-motion style.

2.28.18 | Daily Art



flower watercolor painting

Roses, sunflowers, peonies, tulips! The flowers are blooming (much to my allergies’ dismay). Smattering of blossoms, confetti of pollen, awakening from winter–

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I really do love Spring, if it just weren’t for the sudden eruption of itchy eyes and runny noses. Otherwise, I welcome the sunshine and flowers and clean blue skies, breezy clichés of perfect picnic weather.

What’s your favorite season?

3.2, 3.3, and 3.4.18 | Daily Art


Fly Away

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I feel simultaneously restless and tired. Like a bird that likes flapping her wings, but every time she flaps too far, she flaps right back.

And we’re all little birds, flying and flapping and flapping and flying.

Soon, many of these other little birds will be flapping their wings to God-knows-where.  They’ll be too spread out for it to even matter.

I don’t see the point of flying somewhere strange, towards some foggy lull of a dream.

3.1.18 | Daily Art


Cover Illustration

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Front page illustration (my first!) for a magazine, yay!

2.26.18 & 2.27.18 | Daily Art