Month: March 2014

I Am Exactly The Person That I Want To Be


Ink spray. mixed media

“In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m one hundred and twenty pounds
When I’m old I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me now
I’m so busy with everything
That I don’t look at anything
But I’m sure I’ll look when I am older.”
-Amanda Palmer, “In My Mind”



I fell in love with Dylusion Sprays but it was too damn expensive, so I read here how to make your own.  Maybe my mom got drunk and dropped me as a kid, I dunno, but it was NOT as easy for me as this chick made it sound.  But I sort of managed it.  It’s really awesome once you get the hang of it, I think – especially the stencling.  Ink is expensive though, so I probably won’t be using this too much in the future.

Ink spray:


Also, I started playing around with gesso, which I’m IN LOVE with.  I love the distressed look, but mostly I love that you can make a mistake and it looks artistic….



I Want To Change The World, Instead I Sleep

keep breathing
Acrylic, Mixed Media

I want to change the world
Instead I sleep
All that I know is I’m breathing.
-Ingrid Michaelson, “Keep Breathing”

Pretty sure at one point of my life I listened to this song on repeat for about 3 months.  Also, maybe I need to make a separate category for my stuff instead of just lumping everything under my “mixed media” page like a lazy bum.

Mourning For Cats

Colored Pencil

(Why almost always cats? Why do dead cats
call up such ludicrous tears?
Why such deep mourning?
Because we can no longer
see in the dark without them?
Because we’re cold
without their fur? Because we’ve lost
our hidden second skin,
the one we’d change into
when we wanted to have fun,
when we wanted to kill things
without a second thought,
when we wanted to shed the dull grey weight
of being human? )
-Margaret Atwood, Mourning For Cats

I Have Seen The Flicker Of Young Light Bulbs


I have seen the flicker of young light bulbs
burning out well before their time.
I try to hear your whispers
buried in the coffee grounds of a pot
freshly brewed months ago.
I want to do right by you.
I want to honor your memory.
I want to dream of you,
but I’ve been having trouble sleeping.
-Ben Mueller

A good friend of mine wrote this poem and told me the background story to it, but even without the background story I think it’s such an awesome poem that ends with such emphasis – I love it.  I’ve always admired the ability of writers to pack so much emotion into so few words (which is part of why I love poetry so much) – it takes more talent than people realize.  The first time I read this poem I immediately had to paint an image.

Death Is A Part Of Everything That Lives

Mixed Media

Death is a part of everything that lives.
-Zeddicus Zu’l Zoranders, Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind

At face value I suppose this quote may seem rather depressing, but as someone that struggles with the concept of death (other people’s – not my own), I found the idea of death being a necessary part of life and its certainty somehow comforting.

What I Want Is To Sleep Away An Epoch

Mixed Media

What I want is to sleep away an epoch,
wake up as a girl with another kind of heart.
-Lucie Brock-Broido, from the poem “Evolution”

Anytime someone says they don’t like poetry, I want to throw a book of Lucie Brock-Broido at them.  I’m 150% sure they’d change their mind after reading her poetry.  She’s amazing and wonderful and a role-model for any writer and I love her and her stuff is incredible and I’m slightly obsessed.  The end.