Medium: Watercolor. Doesn’t look like it but I spend a lot of time on the background haha. I also burned the envelope with a match. Think now it would have looked better stark white but alas.
The thing that I love most about summer break (I taught summer school so I’m technically just starting summer break) is that if I can’t sleep I can stay up as late as I want and doodle all the fuck I want. I hear all the time “teachers have it easy” lol but we NEED these weeks off to recharge after dealing with your children. At the end of the year a kid told me “you’re just a fat white bi*** who can’t get a man.” This was a 5th grader. AND I teach in a “good” school lol. That’s just the average fifth grader these days… I love my job but I’m going to get as much therapeutic painting in as I can before school starts.
Text: With every hour that passes / I try to tell myself / What I know / That nights are only ashes / Of days gone by burned / Black and broken-Lisa Hannigan “Lo”
I did this a few weeks ago when I got on a Tori Amos kick and never got around to posting, though I can’t remember why now. I used to be obsessed with her music, I miss the love affair I once had with her lyrics… My new life mission is to listen to her again more frequently.
Text: When you gonna make up your mind / When you gonna love you as much as I do / All the white horses are still in bed.
-Tori Amos, “Winter”
Text: I wish I could talk to you again.
Medium: Watercolor, pastel
Text: Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me.
-The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Kate DiCamillo
Probably one of the most powerful books I’ve ever read. It’s a children’s book. Why, oh why, don’t people realize the universality of this genre?
we the drowned
oh we the wrong,
we the sewed up and long gone
were we fallen all along.
-lisa hannigan, “we, the drowned”