Etsy!

My etsy shop is open guys! I'm super stoked. You should be too!

I was a little hesitant to make an etsy store, because it almost feels like I'm just making things to sell them, which feels pretty commercialized. I was worried it would put me in the mind set of 'What would people like to buy," instead of "What would I like to make?" But not so! I am excited to make things more then ever, and inspired to create things, and I don't even care if you buy them! But I would! Because I like them. 

So here you go!: http://www.etsy.com/shop/ChromaticKate?ref=seller_info

All I have for you today is this doodle I did about a year ago,
when I was  cast in The Country Wife.  Yay for wigs and neck strain!

Tar jay

Last night I did some much needed shopping therapy with my best lady friend. I find at Target that the dresses are very hit and miss for me. Perhaps it is the fact I am not a stick person. It's also possible that spandex is not my best fabric. Who can say.

Like trying to stuff a turkey into a sausage casing.  Enjoy that visual.

Nightmare

I had a dream last night that I was stabbed right below my chest. It didn't bleed, but there was a very deep hole that I couldn't cover.
It was unpleasant. I had to wake up this morning and check to see if the hole was still there.

Some Tunes

Just a little doodle for you today. It's so sunny but so frigid outside! It makes me feel okay just sitting here and staring out the window with a blanket.

It's true! 

Finished Product!

Now that I has me an etsy store (which link I shall post shortly when I put products in it) my art has somewhere to go other then my wall!
Here are the finished cameos:

This May Be Historically Inaccurate

New project I'm working on: I bought these fun oval canvas' at Blick, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them, but then last night it hit me!
Chainsaws!
Cameo!
And we have the violent cameo. It could be interpreted as a metaphor for our society that celebrates violent women
or
I just like chainsaws
You choose! I'll post the final paintings when they're all dry and hanging on my wall. For now enjoy my process photos!

Original sketchy ideas. Still may have to do the spray paint one.

The silhouettes of some bad bitches

Watching paint dry. 

Ode To Watterson

If you were a child in the 90's, you understand the deep, deep love I have for Calvin and Hobbes (Or Calvin and Hobbies, as my niece says). It completely changed the way I understood humor, childhood and cartooning. I recently read a biography on Bill Watterson, the creator of Calvin and Hobbes. He is basically a hermit. He is in total hiding from his fans. They couldn't even interview him for the book because he doesn't grant interviews! He once said he didn't understand why readers wanted to meet him so badly, since he had nothing to do with the things he drew, other then the fact he was the one that drew them. Boggles the mind! 

In any case, today I was tossing around the idea of "time traveler" and what that meant to me. The coolest time travelers I could think of were Calvin and Hobbes. In one strip Calvin wants to go forward in time to see what he's like as a teenager. Hobbes replies "Let's not." Sometimes I wonder what he would be like, but mostly I'm glad he's forever a cynical child.

I Also Take Requests

I had a lovely little sleepover with my tiny nieces, and they wanted me to draw everything in the whole wide world.

I call this piece "A Bear and A Hedgehog Being Friends"

It's Hammock Time

It's one of those days, man. I did not get out of my bed until noon. I just sat under the covers thinking about hibernation and why I can't fall asleep for the cold months like those little lizards in Siberia.
I did some things today, but not a whole lot. I'm about to go off to work. It's a good thing I have a job, because I'm not sure I would do anything today except watch Downtown Abbey.
Sometimes when I'm stressed out, or tired but can't sleep, I imagine myself in a hammock and that it's rocking back and forth. The hammock I imagine is the one from Rescuer's Down Under, in Cody''s room. Does anyone else remember that kid's room? It was pretty boss. I couldn't find a picture of the hammock, specifically, but I found this:

Australian kids, with their hammocks and shit. psh. 

And then I did my own hammock drawing:

I think mine is probably more nautical, which I think is appropriate. Seein' as how I'm a pirate. 

Happy Thursday and stuff. I hope you have a comfy hammock. 

V-Day!

Okay, here is a little more V-Day friendly picture for ya'll. I hope everyone enjoys their special day! I will be at work! Working to make other people's Valentine's Day magical. Which is actually okay, because I find Valentine's Day to be about as worthwhile as... Gosh. Any other day where you celebrate forced romance with stuffed animals and/or boxed chocolates. I am a fan of neither!
But I am not a complete cynic: I love when people buy things for me!
So I guess I'm missing out in that way.

Pele

A little early for Valentine's Day, and possibly having nothing to do with Valentine's Day. But instead of drawing a tiny fat baby with arrows, my fingers wanted to draw a volcano goddess. So here we are.
Oh my lord I don't understand photoshop. I need a photoshop teacher. I wish I had been playing with photoshop instead of KidPix when I was 7. Does anyone remember Kid Pix, by the way? Because I saw a copy of it in Fred Meyer the other day for 10.00!
Very tempting. But I have to learn photoshop. No Kid Pix for me.

Wishing for Warmth

Today I was inspired by a scarf my mom bought me for Christmas. I actually want to wear this outfit once it's warm enough. Minus the wedges. 

God I hate wedges. 

The little clip in the corner is the actual scarf. 

And Then I Drew Harry Potter

I found this and it made me feel better about life.
And I don't get this whole "Hermione as an attractive person." Stop that. She's ugly and I like it better that way.

Some Quiet Days

It's been a hard couple of days. And by hard, I mean sucky and just generally irritating. I guess hard would be like, losing someone important to you, or a large sum or money or have something medically horrible happen to you. It was none of those things. Just general suck. Dealing with bullshit  bureaucracy and student loans and putting my goals in perspective. But I showered and I made coffee and I threw the ball for my dog a lot. 

My mom actually makes me coffee with hearts in the milk. She is the best mom. 

Hourly Drawing Day!

Still figuring out how to eliminate blue pencil when I get it onto my computer,  but for a gal without any kind of training or help, I think I'm doing pretty well! The point is that I am drawing something every day. It feels good. It feels really good. I am learning that I am terrible at drawing cars, bicycles and generally anything involved with transportation. My airplanes look like gigantic cucumbers with fins attached. But I love that tea pot. And I love those spring rolls. It's gonna be a good day. 

I Really Don't Know

My neighbors above me are incredibly noisy. That's pretty much an understatement actually. I don't know what the hell they're doing, and that's the most frustrating part. It seems to me I couldn't make that much noise if I was TRYING.

I can only assume they're baking a cake on roller skates and all the ingredients are in separate rooms in cupboards with squeaky hinges. At least that's what it sounds like.

Cycle of Pho

Oh the delicious, healing broth-iness that is pho. I am inspired by pho. I'm terrified to color this on adobe illustrator, but that's what learning is all about right? So that's my Sunday. I hope yours is bright and sunny.

Hiya! Watha.

Oh hi. Welcome. Welcome to my new drawing blog. I'm pretty excited about it. A little bit about myself and this blog: I've been feeling really stagnant with my art and drawing in general, mostly because I can never think of what I want to draw. I'm usually exhausted by work and life in general, so by the time I sit down to draw: I end up drawing myself. Or little doodly hearts. Which is not very stimulating.
So now there's this! This kid who is so imaginative and free and loopy with her markers. That was me at one point; drawing myself riding a giraffe while people threw flowers at me. 
I am using my old self as inspiration for something new. I also hope that people will begin to throw flowers at me, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. 

                                Sep. 1993

As you can see, my spelling was absolutely ace, 

as well as my depiction of the Native American language.