Where angels go…

September 29, 2013

Today is Madeline Kahn’s birthday~! 

It is also Sunday 29th. 

I have a bunch of songs swirling around in my brain, and I’m brewing a much needed post about the pleasures of the Miles Davis Sunday. 

For now… 



For you: 

Heartbeats – Knife

Sunday 29th – Bent 

Blue in Green – Miles Davis 

Where Angels Go (Trouble Follows) – Boyce & Hart 



September 28, 2013

Today I started decorating my new journal.

I think it’s #25, but I’m not sure yet. (Holy cripes. I have more journals than I do years of my goddamn LIFE.)

It kind of let me take a break from daydreaming about the Susan Sarandon pipedreampainting, (well, that helped; and I got to email a bunch of pictures to my friend Bridget because she said she had writer’s block which was another good mental deflection) everything has been so dreamy the last few days. I feel absurdly lucky!

Twenty points to the person who can name every person on this page~~ (Excluding the illustration next to Mrs. White, or the umbrellas.)

I’m bummed this one came out so pixellated. I’m also bummed Shelley Duvall’s half of the picture from “3 Women” wouldn’t fit. I also feel like I should have had a picture of Ellen Greene as Audrey instead of Susan as Janet, because I like LSoH better than RHPS. (Is that sacrilege?)

I’m going to write a long big girl blog about the process of starting journals next week. I’m still not done with my current one, (nicknamed “Derple”) so I won’t be ready to start-start this journal for a week or so probably. (I have about 20 pages left.)

This is what I’m using, but I customized it a little.

I’m still obsessed with Cagney and Lacey, but I figured I could just collage a bunch of pictures of them on the inside of this new one instead.

The text says “Vigilante Justice” with a bunch of pre-teen hearts, because I can’t really be bothered to take myself seriously.

I’ve been needing one that’s unlined for awhile. The last few pages of Derple have been complete and total anarchy. Cliff, the journal before Derple was completely unlined, which was nice; but chaotic. The Barry Gibb Journal, which was before Cliff, had dots. (Leuchtturm makes GREAT notebooks. I would totally recommend them to everyone!!!) I thought about getting another dotted one this time, but my housemate had a quad-ruled composition book he didn’t want, so I decided to steal that instead. WHICH: meant I spent all the money I would have on a new book, on color prints and Stabilo 88s.)


I am mucho pumped!

(UGH, I thought this lined journal was going to be a much needed break from the “blank page”, but I was so SO WRONG. I’m excited to be able to keep all of my thoughts together in one place again!)



September 26, 2013

I’ve gained a few new followers over the last few days (gasp… haha) I just wanted to let everyone know this is more of my personal nonsense blog. (Personal nonsense + regular nonsense is at my tumblr.) I should get my grownup card revoked, honestly.

I do more of my blogcademy inspired blogging over at Bittaterrific.

If you don’t mind hearing me ramble about art, by all means, stick around. I have a lot of strange irritants when it comes to making things, which is why I typically use this blog.

Over at bitta, I do more regularly scheduled reader based content as opposed to me being a crank-o-saur.

Either way, welcome! I hope everyone’s autumn has been smashing : )

Too soon.

September 18, 2013

About my last entry, I mean.

I stumbled upon Broken View’s flickr after watching the episode of Cagney and Lacey featuring Daryl Stokes (probably my favorite villain aside from Mansfield). I’d been half paying attention (hello: nervous Cagney makes me really excited~!) and half doodling hospital beds.

Thank the sweet lord for this strange person who’s obsessed with UrbEx. God bless the soul who captured all these photographs. (If you can make it through their photo stream and not be profoundly moved, hats off to you.)


Next, the gouache!

(And probably Susan Sarandon.)

(No, definitely Susan Sarandon.)


September 15, 2013

Fuck, you guys.

My life has been so crazy.

Tonight I was thinking about value. Not like, monetary or emotional value; like, value. 


I should have just said greyscale. Whatever.

Long talks with my friend Fif (who is phenomenally gifted with this kind of thing) have lead me to realize what’s really lacking when I draw/paint things is a grasp of value. I love my blendy stick (aka paper stump) but it can only do so much for you when you’re still trying to figure out where you want the light source to be in your drawing, and what that means for the other shapes in terms of highlights and shadows.

Composition is tricky, like, whether you’re writing, or creating something more visual; figuring out where you want things to go & how those things relate to the other things in their environment can give you a headache.

Right now, I wanted to be working on a yet-to-be-decided drawing that probably would have featured Susan Sarandon with a long, wispy braid; and some sort of vintage hospital ward. (I just rewatched the Witches of Eastwick the other night for no good reason, and it was the best choice I’ve made in a longass time.)

My brain has this wonderful fascination of the paradox of “the hospital”. (Conundrum-y because you either get well…or you don’t.) The other thing that sort of spurred this weird idea was my inaccurate memory of one of the scenes in WoE. (I was thinking towards the end that Michelle Pfeiffer’s character Sukie was in a communal ward as opposed to just a shared room. I almost don’t even want to watch it again, because the version I remember seems much dreamier.)


That’s something you don’t see with a lot of hospitals, right?

I wanted to draw one like this:

(I think.)


The original picture is much less…fake 35mm. I can never seem to find the type of dreaminess I’m looking for. *sigh*

I don’t know how this all relates to each other– and I’ve also heard on fairly decent authority that SS isn’t a very nice person. (Though, I suppose I’d rather make that assertion for myself. Given the stress involved with making films, it’s hard to believe *anyone* would want to be nice -all- the time.)

One of my bosses gave me new shampoo the other day, and I’ve just tried it out. (My hair is nice and dry finally!) This has nothing to do with anything.

Honestly, I just want to talk about hospitals, and how not being able to draw things that feel accurate to my memory of them; or accurate to my fabricated memory; or accurate to how they look in my brain is frustrating.

I’m having, as Hannah and I discovered, an Ira Glass crisis.

Eventually I’ll be able to create the art I like.

For now, I suppose; I’ll settle for the spirit of the chase.

Donna Fargone

September 4, 2013

One of my friends on facebook posted this article, and it piqued my interest. (A lot of times when you link another wordpress post it will ping back to the author, so if she stumbles upon this post, my apologies in advance.)

It’s called “FYI: if you’re a teenage girl“.

I figured it might be another affirming post that life isn’t really as shitty as it seems when you’re 13-18 (or 24 as the case is sometimes…hahah) but it wasn’t. Don’t get me wrong, those posts have their own set of problems (like: hello, what happened to self betterment?) but they often reinforce the idea that though you may feel like you’re orbiting in the universe by yourself; you’re not alone.

The author goes on to remind girls that they need to be more aware of how they present themselves on the internet. A valid point, don’t get me wrong; but it’s a problem that needs to be addressed to both genders. Had she added in a comment such as “if I caught my boys doing that….xyz….” I may have been more apt to congratulate her on her words. Even though I’m in my mid twenties, I felt like I was being talked down to by this woman, a stranger, who wasn’t speaking directly to me, or about me. (I was once a teenage girl, don’t get me wrong; but I’d have been much more keen on having a picture of Abby Lockhart to represent my inner angst as opposed to one of me not wearing clothes.)

Regardless, I think what she’s trying to say is very valid, and important for a young generation to realize: our actions have consequences. We cannot undo what’s been done on the internet.

What I think is severely misguided is that she’s only addressing half of the population that needs this message. (Heck, even adults can use a reminder once in a while.) When are we going to stop shaming girls for expressing their sexuality? I understand not wanting to encourage this at a young age; but we need to start telling them what’s REALLY wrong about their choices because it’s not that they feel comfortable enough in their own skin to post a picture of it on the internet.

I can’t accurately express how furious I am that we live in a society that has such vicious double standards with regards to gender. I feel like (and this may be rather presumptuous) she wouldn’t have the same issue if her boys were seeing pictures of other boys wearing only a towel. Because she wouldn’t be worried about them being sexually stimulated in any way. (Which I suppose would be a different issue for a different day.)

I’m having trouble formulating my thoughts in a concise and coherent way at the moment. I think it’s because I empathize with what her goal was in making such a post, but I’m also really ashamed that society has reinforced everyone’s belief that a woman (or girl) displaying her sexuality openly is somehow an issue. Also, that boys are sex hungry, hormonal fiends. It’s a spectrum. To pigeonhole entire groups of people (who all different in some way) into small categories is just– it’s wholly and totally ignorant; but not misunderstood.

In other news, school’s starting for a lot of my comrades. I haven’t been to school in two years (haha college…) and I started singing this song yesterday night when I realized no night will ever be a school night again: