Mountain Sound

I heard them calling in the distance So I packed my things and ran Far away from all the trouble I had caused with my two hands Alone we travelled armed with nothing but a shadow We fled far away Hold your horses now Sleep until the sun goes down Through the woods we ran … More Mountain Sound

Reverie

Sometimes I find myself lost in paintings: the best pieces, I think, are transportive. You’re no longer in the pristine museum with white walled divides or the living room with its gaudy frames. You’re on some field instead, climbing over oil globs and brush marks and resting in blended shade. You’re on the rainbow trail … More Reverie

Disposable Diaries: Tale of Two Cities

Hopping from the East to the South draws each region into sharp contrast. Against the tall and narrow East, the South seems wider. Twangy recorded voicemails, the norm, strike me as peculiar (“hah-lo, yoo’ve reached–“) Cityscapes turn to landscapes and steel structures melt to lake water. Welcome home, where it’s hotter, quieter, sunnier, brighter, lazier, slower, … More Disposable Diaries: Tale of Two Cities

Bachelorette

I’m a fountain of love in the shape of a girl / You’re a bird on the brim, hypnotized by the whirl Completed graphite portrait of Bjork, first sketch in my new portraits notebook. Every time I think of Bjork, I hear her melodious tittering voice and Bachelorette in my head.

City

The city is tired, the city is alive. The city is moving; the city lies still. Stop motion. Slow motion. When the light turns green I cross anyway, counting down the milliseconds, swiveling my sight in circles. The city, from far away, sparkles and sprinkles and glitters and glows. Juxtapositions sit at every street corner. … More City

Violet

Time-lapse digital painting of a girl I’ve named Violet posing against a violet background. Like the song Violet by Daniel Caesar: you’re my violet in the sun. 

Windows

“I like you; your eyes are full of language.” [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]”

Celestial Epistaxis

Another fancy name for nosebleed, a set of constellations in the sky. Can you see the W? I pretend I can. But if you use your imagination hard enough, anything can morph into the alphabet.. Cassiopeia: not a body of stars, but pronunciations we stumble on a Saturday night.

Rainy Daze

Flowers in-bloom after the rain. If you look closely, you can see rain droplets clinging to the petals. (Aren’t they beautiful?)

Gaze

In class we learned the three types of gazes: the burlesque gaze, the male gaze, and the medical gaze.

Daily Drawing Project

First painting of my project, Daily Drawing, in which I’ll draw every day for the rest of the year (hopefully). Every seven days I’ll feature that particular week’s daily drawings in a single post. Edit: Every 7 days, I’ll schedule out individual posts from the past week What’s the purpose of the project? To, ah, improve … More Daily Drawing Project

“You’re Beautiful Just The Way You Are”

Doesn’t the notion of “you’re beautiful just the way you are” only reinforce the importance of beauty for girls? Even when the purpose of the phrase is to undermine society’s concept of beauty? i.e you may not look the way photoshopped magazine models do, but never fear, you’re still beautiful– On the surface, it’s a … More “You’re Beautiful Just The Way You Are”

Dope Prints

  “For every dope room requires dope prints” – Dope Rooms 12:19 (Some daily dose of aesthetic, in case you were looking for any.) I’m bouncing off the walls in excitement, giddy headache-inducing joy, formatting and re-formatting prints on Photoshop. Happy, I’m so happy, I’m really happy–look, prints!