A Very First!

I am excited to show you all my first attempt at animation and also my first time using flash.
It's nothing fancy, but I am proud of it considering how intimidated I was by the idea of animation. It's also very satisfying seeing my little buddies come to life.

Up in the Clouds

I was going to sew today, but my sewing machine turned out to be very messed up. I unfortunately don't have the manual, and am not the best at figuring out machine problems, so hopefully it is something easily fixable that I am just not thinking about. In the meantime I will continue arting. I need to bring my oil paints home soon. I miss them!

Assimilation Time

Though colorful and cute, this piece embodies a more significant message. Old traditions, cultures and religions are gradually facing extinction as the modern, industrial world closes in around them. People's values are being forced into a change that better suits this vastly corporate world. We are all gradually entering the same uniform.

My mass communications class is really having an effect on me. I think I am taking it at a very appropriate time in my life, because industrial architecture is beginning to take over my brain.

Prints are available in my Etsy shoppe.

we're fated to pretend.

Some days I feel incredibly enlightened. Others, not so much. But I try to stay grateful for so many amazing aspects of my life. I am in an incredibly privileged position, with my education and living costs being paid for, an incredible boyfriend [and cats!] as well as all the fantastic friends and people I have met who have impacted me in some way that has broadened my perspective.
But other days I reflect upon what my family has become. We are glass shards spread thin across the earth's crust, and some of us our beginning to crack. For the past year we seem to be working through a cycle. It goes: Bad, worse, better. Repeat.
Today, for the first time ever I had a serious flash urge to jump into the metro tracks. All I could hear was my dad's warning that the metro would suck me in if I stood too close.
And I wanted it to. But just for a moment.
I look forward to when the 'better' part of the cycle arrives.

My brother from another mother.

My dear friend Evan, sitting under a tree [hence the strange lighting] at the tender age of 16.

Oil on canvas, 3 feet and 9 inches x 5 feet. Pretty huge!

Distorted Self.

Oil on canvas, 4'x5'.

I really need to push the distortion. What am I so afraid of? It's only paint, after all.

Antler Women.

A series, or the start of one.
I need to work on being consistent. My style really changes from one to the next.
I've ordered them chronologically, first to last. All are various sizes, the largest is 3'x4'.
Oil on canvas.