some things never die.

I've been feeling really good and loved as of late.
Which is rare for me.

Do you remember the time when everything came into existence?

I remember when I was young and green, only fourteen. El Tango, graphite. 2005

Shoe Contour, graphite. 2005

A man named Frank Smith was my first high school art teacher. Wonderful man.
Two years later, a beautiful person (who I guess does want to remain anonymous in the internet world) came into my life and groomed and tended to this slightly wilting art passion in me, and it blossomed into what I am now. I would call her the best gardener in the world. I would call her many things.


leaving this crapster ville.

I'm graduating today, so I thought I'd share what little I've done for this piece that I was supposed to have finished before I leave high school.
It's meant to represent what my school encompasses.... grey people and brain vapours.

(oh fuck I just realized that this looks EXACTLY like a Broken Social Scene album cover. FML)


my art finally makes an appearance!

If you recall from one of my pervious posts, I wrote how I will someday upload my artist trading cards from my grade 12 art summative. Well here they are. I don't have all of the ones I created, but after a year of hard work and fun times, I have this collection of small art to remember my classmates.

For this project we had to choose a theme to go with our cards. On the day of trading, we each had to explain briefly our themes, but I got too choked up and teary to really give much of an explanation.
My theme is decay. I don't want to go too much into detail, but I felt decay was essentially the theme of my life this year. I just seemed to be surrounded by it, with relatives who developed tumours, and going crazy, and someone very dear to me whom I love also go though a rough tumble of health problems. And me, I had an incredibly rough time dealing with my mental health and its subsequent toll on my body and function as a human. We live in decay and rot; it comes from the plastic that saranwraps us and kills us, it comes from people slowly breaking you down. Nothing stays forever. eventually we just fall apart. We are delicate creatures, not meant to resist time, weather and disease.But in rotting and breaking apart in smaller pieces, is a chance for growth. So grow we will.

Here are the three pages of cards from my collection. Let's see if you guys can pick out which ones are the ones I created.

The following cards are from my two favourite people:


art art gotta catch 'em all

I haven't really created a lot in the past few weeks.

so here's some old stuff that I've uploaded to the ol' fecesbook.


yes it's called laziness.

I did make some artist trading cards for my HS class. I don't have the photos with me (this blog is starting to feel rather pointless...) but I promise I will upload something soontime.


we needed a new start.


more narcissism being manifested in cyber print, but i became tired of my virtual surroundings.

in time there will be more here, mainly creative writing pieces and artwork. I'll try to stay away from really generic/intimate posts that usually appear to be ripped out of my personal diaries, like the garbage I wrote here and there

i got my inspiration to start this art blog from one of favourite people, who is so talented and beautiful in so many ways it blows my mind. Canadian Afterthought

my photoshop is broken & i don't have a scanner, so uploading artwork will be tedious. bear with me