my brew

I'm working on a manifesto. It's being written on a sheet of paper torn out of my third grade exercise notebook. I feel like an onion.

Stereotypes.

Ok, I get it. I dye my hair funny colours and wear big glasses and enjoy eclectic music normal people haven't heard of, and go to school for art and enjoy fair trade products and usually dress in scarves and hobo-like clothes. I take public transit instead of driving, I bike more than I bus, I walk more than I bike. I relish in good literature and independent films and intelligent conversations. I'm nostalgic for shit that was popular long before I was even born.


But I'm not a hipster.

Fuck, maybe I am.

Photographs coming in the future.

body smells

I got Keri Smith's

Wreck this Journal

as a birthday present from one of my best friends. So far I've been having debates about creativity, following instructions, and ignoring those annoying perfectionist habits.

It's a book. I don't destroy books.

From time to time I'll post whatever I do to this book on here art blog.

It's one of the few phenomenoms I really want to follow.

"Run! Run, my losers!"

Portraits.

I know people say, "Oh, you think your family is weird? You haven't met my mother."

But I'm not exaggerating. My family's inherent weirdness is not cute or charismatic.

Makes for great stories though, and in this case, interesting photos.

Speaking of photos, in regards to the heavy updating, I've also uploaded new photos of the painted bottle as well as the Marie-Ange pieces.

painting update.2

I don't have a title for this yet. I quite like it, and the more I look at it, the more I realize that it does have a certain Le Petit Prince charm, as my prof noted. It's a great book, if you haven't read it. It's my favourite story, one that gets better the older you grow.


Cotton fabric, acrylic, mylar, Home Depot paint sample chips, thread, wax.
I had an incident where I accidentally set my painting on fire when I was melting the wax. Horrible, but I saved it, and febrezed it until it no longer smelled of smoke.


If I have the time, I'll eventually install the piece like what I have in mind. The first layer is supposed to hang from the ceiling, so that it is detached from the canvas surface.

Painting update.1

Inspired by Toulouse Lautrec's "La Toilette"

the one that caused me pain. I reworked this thing to death.

detail. acrylic, mylar, vellum, thread, coloured pencils, graphite, oil pastels, yarn. You name it, it's in there somewhere.