The Serpent - print sold here
More plants. Sadly my basil is dying though. I’m pretty upset about it, I want pesto like a mofo and him dying is not helping me with that.
That yellow one is supposed to be living stones, one plant that freaks me out so bad. They’re tiny brains that split open and want to slowly eat me in my sleep.
Air plant. Get ready for all the plant drawings, they have been perfect for playing with ink and things.
New mini gouache paintings in the shop. Trying to get some new prints together.
Anything you would like to see? I like to hear from people.
Took some new photos of old things for the shop. I apparently have a very distinct color scheme when I paint things.
Doing less people-centric things. Having a lot of fun with it.
I used to pass this tourist trap on the way to and from college. The billboards were always a welcome sign that I was nearing school but I have never been so uncomfortable as the time I actually decided to stop there with my roommate.
It was like a ghost town of oddly placed racism and nostalgia. Good memories. Here’s some first person five year old proof that it is a weird, creepy, place. I was also a very different shape and sized lady then.
I’m trying to learn plants and practice with ink and brushes. I can’t help but make chunky shapes no matter how I draw.
A friend from school of mine is doing an amazing thing, spilling all of her secrets in a gallery setting she is calling The Secret Show.
She inspired me to draw how I feel recently, which has always been lost on me. Any time I tried to journal or draw feelings I just get overwhelmed, it was a nice change to actually get something down.
Check out this amazing lady, Mama Cass is a fabulous person to know. Lots of triggers, prepare to cry your eyes out. I know I did. http://art-therapy-as-a-charity.tumblr.com/