Yum

Loving the watercolors. It's so nice outside; it seems perfectly natural to paint cold popsicles with cold water and paint. 

Light Night

It glows in the dark! No, not really. But I like it. It's so amazingly nice to have actual days off. I just sit down and let my brain go. I may or may not have painted my face with watercolors this evening. But it inspired another painting! Which is drying at the moment. More to see soon!

I'm Really Starting to See Results!

I'm never going to be a marathon runner; there are too many cats and swings in the world. 

My Kind of Butterflies

Fun fact: I smeared pen on my finger to get the texture of smeared lipstick on the teeth. Took me a minute to figure out to do that one.  I started out trying to draw a woman with a jar of butterflies for a stomach... But I'm just not a romantic okay?

Saturdays Are For Watercolor

Hello Darlings. Oh man.. The weekend I have had.
Here are some flowers for your enjoyment.

Trying out my hand out watercolors. I'm getting there! Slowly but surely. 

Sad Stories of Childhood

I know that you probably assume that all the things I draw are real things that happen to me, but I just have to stress: This particular memory is so true, and still so sad to me.
The little middle school me could just not handle the fact that X-men were not real, and the fact that mutants were made up. It felt like torture that I would never be special like that, and that I would always be normal.  I read vociferously as a child, and I think that as much as I loved to be transported into other worlds through books, it almost became like torture. Like a starving person reading menus from across the world.
Sometimes it still feels that way when I work 53 hours a week and haven't played pretend in months. Years.
I wish I could go back in time and tell myself how much being an adult sucks. To hold onto the things I loved and to not grow up so fast. Ignore boys and stop swearing and smoking the butts of Theresa's mom's cigarettes.
Because none of those things are half as fun as the feeling of controlling the wind.

Confessions

Oh autobiographical comics. Fodder for the future-you to look back in time and laugh at. Or cry. Depending on how much your future sucks. Anyways. I saw a video of an ex-boyfriend with his baby the other day. It was so strange, like looking into an alternative future. He's very happy with his wife and baby, and that is so weird/great. 

This is not about any one ex boyfriend in particular, I should stress. 

I miss all of them in different ways.

Dating is strange. 

Ball O' Grump

It's Like A Sad, Sad Movie

This really for reals happened to me last night at Toulouse Petit! I wanted to cry/kill someone. It was like a sad commercial about a single person having dinner alone, then having some asshole put all their dirty dishes on the table. I feel like I have seen that in some romantic comedy somewhere. If you know what I'm talking about link that shit.
Ugh.
Erg.
Gah.

New Hurr

 Sometimes the best help is your own help. I'm sure this will be recorded as one of my sappier, lonely comics. But it's true.
My new hair is taking some getting used to... Before it was just two swoops behind my ears; now I have these funky little bangs to draw... But I dig it. It's very different and fun. Someone told me I looked "gangsta" yesterday, which I took to heart.
Someone else told me I reminded them of this artist, and I loved that even more, because um, well... Just watch the video. How can it not be a compliment?:

I hope someone serenades me with this song someday...

Of Course I Was Drinking

So there's a bear for you.

Also:

"What are you going to do with those?" Said Tom.

Well my friend. I'm going to put them on my desk and play with them whenever I don't want to do my work. That's what I'm going to do with the veritable menagerie I bought at a toy store in Portland. 

Not featured: The tiny jellyfish I also bought. Could not figure out how to put them on a succulent. 

Someday soon I'm going to be posting real work...

I Work Out

And that's how you know your work out video is from the 80's.

8 minutes abs. Check it out. 

Stumptown!

Sorry this took so long guys! Today I got another part time job, so I am le busy. That's busy in french. We're very multicultural here.

Stumptown was really exhausting. It kind of threw me for a loop. It's always a difficult thing to go speak to professional artists about their work, and about your work and what you can be doing better. I am so inspired by their work, and totally defeated at the same time. It seems impossible that I'll ever get there, and the bad little voice inside my head tells me I'm not working as hard as I could be, or that I'm just not in the right place to be learning what I need to be. 

The other little voice punched it in the face, so I'm cool. 

So dorky!

New Violent Cameo

Hey guys! There's a new painting in my etsy store! Now with nun chucks!
I continue to be tickled by my violent cameos, even if they are not so much being purchased. Hint.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/99115778/violent-cameo

Ch ch check it out.

Also this:

It is my jam today and it should be yours too.

It's Called A Zip Line!

Boom. 

I was tired of trying to draw a summary of Stumptown so I chose to do a chick on a zip line instead.

Stumptown was awesome. I enjoyed myself greatly and learned a whole bunch! I will eventually post that comic I promise. 

But look at her boots man!

Boots.

What did you think I said?

Can You Say...?

I don't know how often YOU teach someone to say your name, but when it finally happens it is pretty historic. Even though this is my third niece. It doesn't get old okay?

Gotye

I find when I listen to this song I do not imagine the lovely Kimbra, softly crooning about her broken heart, instead I imagine a fucking mess of a girl wearing her ex boyfriends wife beater and drunkenly crying. 

It's a good song; if you live in a hole and you haven't heard it: