…the who cares girl…

kent rogowski, originally uploaded by …the who cares girl….

Artist Kent Rogowski combines 40+ puzzles into abstract art. See more of his work here.

Edie Beale framed, originally uploaded by vokoban.

“I do terrific dances.”

Current drawing in progress. Prismacolors/metallic ink on paper, mounted on cardboard. It’s a little Klimt-y.

You can really see the color variation in my eyes in this photo–my right eye has green stripes running through it that my mother claims she just noticed for the first time when she visited in April. As I’ve been obsessing over every pore on my body for years, I was a little irritated that she didn’t notice it before. I mean, she’s my MOM.

Looky looky, “Grumpy” is starting to bloom! Although he doesn’t look “navy blue” like the tag claimed. I feel slightly cheated. In my mind I pictured a deep, funky navy blue color. This’ll do.

The salvia is starting to bloom also.

Also the pinky-purple plant next to the salvia, with the long and complicated name.

Periwinkles on the bottom and some sort of flowering thing on top that hasn’t flowered yet. When the sun is shining, the few minutes that I spend watering the plants outside is one of the best moments out of my day. Very zennnnnn. Like doing laundry. Laundry is totally zen for me. It’s one of two household chores that I enjoy doing.

Jesus Christ total insomnia (due to cold/merp/reading a psychological thriller about a bipolar artist with insomnia) last night through this morning. I’m not sure any actual “sleeping” was involved, but I did have a higher-than-usual number of “artistic” and “creative” ideas rotating through my brain that I was happy to share with the Boy this morning as we cuddled on the couch. I feel completely cracked out, not unlike the feeling one gets after staying up all night on ecstasy, except I don’t feel dizzy and pass out every time I stand up.

So what does one do when one is cracked out from insomnia? Decoupage your make-up box with cut-ups of old “Vogues”, that’s what. Christopher e-mailed to inform me that an issue from 2007 is worth a lot on eBay, that was all the motivation I needed to pull those fuckers out!

i feel apathetic…oh well., originally uploaded by jerm IX.

Vancouver street artist jerm IX.

Found this on Gwen‘s tumblr yesterday. I am guilty sometimes of #2, but I don’t really expect to be “cheered” by my mother on every project (I told her about the baby painting, I didn’t mention the “Drag is the Drug” painting). I never expect anything encouraging by my father, although he did love the painting of his dog. And money never dictates what I do–mwa ha ha. I purposely never chose an art-based career because I don’t want art to be tedious for me. Ever!

Here’s another one I liked from Gwen’s tumblr. Thanks, Gwen! Someone on Flickr asked me if they could paint one of my self-portraits, and I said yes, of course! How flattering! Maybe I should make some of my self-portraits “stock” photos on Deviant art–I keep thinking about doing that, and then I forget.

Yesterday I started a Theda Bara painting, only in cuhluh, instead of black and white. That’s one of the nice things about working from a black and white photograph–your brain figures out all the colors. Right now my brain is focusing on teal, lavender, and soft yellows, although I considered doing a psychedelic Theda Bara painting too. Of course, I want to do everything psychedelic. With glitter. That’s just the way my brain works.

* Quote by Theda Bara.

Psychedelic, originally uploaded by sigmathguru.

…always makes me happy.

La la la leeeeee…I spent the majority of yesterday sewing my own muumuu–and let’s just say, it was not a fun project. Even after washing and drying the fabric, glitter shed all over the living room and me and Maggie and I had to use compressed air to blow glitter out of my sewing machine. And I’m not even all that crazy about the finished garment. However, I know once I see it in the sunshine I’ll change my opinion–come on, sun!

Card from the Boy.

We like butts in this family.

Fun events to consider: there’s an Andy Warhol and some sort of tribute to Kurt Cobain at the Seattle Art Museum, currently. Sounds good to me!

Jesus Christ, the ending of “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” was horrifying and disgusting. Actually the whole movie was depressing. But I also watched “The Sarah Silverman Show”, which seemed to balance it out. That was funny.

Ugh, my chest is killing me. The Boy guessed it’s probably just my lungs collapsing, gooood. We were both awake at 5:30 this morning for some awful reason, so we sat in bed and looked at a book about Cezanne and scratched Maggie and drank coffee. Today’s only goal is to paint, paint, and paint some more. Apparently Bravo is going to have a reality show about artists, sounds intriguing. Although nothing will ever beat “Drag Race”.

…check it out! What an awesome idea!

(thanks “Love and Trash“, for inspiring me this morning!)

I hate it when that happens.

The Boy went to the library and finally got his own library card and brought home a massive pile of books on writing graphic novels (he’s writing one about my nervous breakdown last month) and a really good anthology of cartoons with “adult” themes (think R. Crumb, Daniel Clowes), and a book called “The Design of Dissent”, which I pulled a few images out of:

I got a message on Flickr by some dude saying he had been kicked off Flickr and YOU will be too, dear Flickr user, if you have a lot of images in your photostream that don’t belong to you, i.e., my “inspiration” image collection. Drat. Flickr, why you gotta be so cru-el?

Well, the 85% statistic is not surprising to me, but the 5% one is.

I don’t even think about smoking any more. Funny how that works.

Today I’m going back briefly to Hell (my former job) to give someone a present. I’m bringing Maggie along for therapeutic purposes (mostly for me, but everyone else loves Maggie too). I’m heavily considering going fabric shopping for Muumuu Summer. Yesterday I spray painted a brown hat silver and I’m gluing sequins, rhinestones and silver faux flowers onto it, for fun. Perhaps some grape clusters will make their happy little way onto the hat too, I haven’t decided yet. Glitter grape clusters. With metallic leaves. Mmm hmm.