Wednesday, May 19, 2010

It's been a year, but my grandma says I'm in a wonderful area to be creative.

There was the smell of him first – & then the smell of cigarettes, distantly – cold, sucking wind. Liminal, hypnogogic – the bloom of him in her mind, his body a thin sheet draped over her cortex so that he becomes something of a phantom limb – or there are phantoms of his limbs on her body, & she wakes up with the dull-edged sense of his back against her belly (his vertebrae still sticking like seed to fur). She is in the backseat of a car, the window open to the blizzard outside, someone smoking, careening down a highway. She thinks she is asleep until she realizes that she does not blink in dreams – but the smell of him still deep in her nostrils, her body still percolating as if against his skin.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

New art

These are the better pages of a sketchbook that I started for a sketchbook swap. Pretty much all that I've produced in a while outside of a class. Most of these were done in the same day because I am a master procrastinator.

Old art

Circa 2007/2008

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Thought I might start this blog with my foot fetish. This post, and every single one with pictures in it that occur hereafter, is dedicated to Jamie Bourgeois.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Get it? I guess you will.