i am immobile.

The challenge to myself was to complete a whole journal with automatic writings and drawings in one month, sadly I failed, possibly because my journal contained more than 30 pages. I do hope you enjoy browsing these :"D
( A Torrential Downpour +17 )
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:Spoonbill - Feather Leather
neko has been dying to play with JB all day long. unfortunately, he's not the biggest fan of her and sometimes even charges when she gets too close. she was clawing at my closed door since this morning and i felt terrible not letting her in. but then again, when i'm in my room, JB is out and about and i'd hate to have to babysit them to make sure that no one (probably neko since JB is a badass) would get hurt.
i noticed a nearly empty laundry basket on my floor though and decided that it would be the perfect "cage" for neko. all she really wanted to do was watch him because she's fascinated by his cuteness (i don't blame her). so i put her in the laundry basket, knowing that it'd be enough of a protective barrier between the two and she sat there, patiently, just watching him run around.
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this has been stuck in my head and it's making me sad.

( owls be all over my floor, yo. )
| I can't believe that I have posted these things 100 times thus far. I feel like I need to do something about my life or something. |
- Location:Infocommons, Northeastern University
- Mood:
scared - Music:The Flaming Lips - Waitin' For Superman

That's Friday the 13th, at famed Gallery 1313 in Parkdale, 1313 Queen St West, Toronto.
Want to know more? Great, because we just did an interview with In My Bed, and it's up on the IT³ blog, here: http://imtrying.net/?p=151
If you want to know which ghost paintings are in the show, you'll have to come and find out.
See you Friday!

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why do i have this horrible sinking feeling?
Originally uploaded by lessherger.
There's been a lot of discord in the online art journal community lately. I've been censored recently by another member. It sucks. I'm tired of it and so I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but life is too short to spend it angry at the stupidity of others and their misdeeds.
I first drew the image on the right, masked it out and used spray inks on the page.
The bombs were a stencil I cut of thick cardstock. I used liquatex black lava medium to make the image- scraped through the stencil to create the shape. I let them dry and then pained the body with silver metallic ink.
The face is done in the same technique as the sheep was- graphite with acrylic paint. The padlock was painting the same manner then given a thin coat of the metallic ink. The "blood" around the wounds is watered liquid acrylic.
The spatter was done in the same watered acrylic paint the liner brush was loaded up and tapped on another brush to spatter. To create a similar but less linear spatter use a wider brush
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tell me something..
things i want
- sweet potato fries
- tomato soup with toast on the side
- another pair of jeans. ONE isn't cutting it
- sneakers because my big toe is nearly poking through the canvas
- a warm coat
- a hair cut
- maybe just new hair altogether. my hair sucks
- a job so i can get a gd paycheck.

Hello Kitty Contact Lens Case: Ribbon
Item #21526 $18.00

Hello Kitty Eyeglass Case: Fluffy
Item #91334 $18.00

Hello Kitty Hair Brush: Fluffy
Item #91153 $13.00

Hello Kitty Designer USB Flash Drive

Officially Licensed Hello Kitty CD Visor Organizer
i really really really want this :)

and maybe this.
I'm not afraid of telling him that.
What I'm afraid of is missed opportunity.
"Recording the details of our lives is a stance against bombs with their mass ability to kill, against too much speed and efficiency. A writer must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp's half-and half, the ketchup on the counter. It is not a writer's task to say, 'It is dumb to live in a small town or to eat in a cafe when you can eat macrobiotic at home.' Our task is to say a holy yes to the real things of our life as they exist-the real truth of who we are: several pounds overweight, the gray, cold street outside, the Christmas tinsel in the showcase, the Jewish writer in the orange booth cross from her blond friend who has black children. We must become writers who accept things as they are, come to love the details, and step forward with a yes on our lips so there can be no more noes in the world, noes that invalidate life and stop these details from coming."
-Natalie Goldberg



thanks to my insurance being changed, i had a $180 specialist co-pay instead of $5 and my prescriptions cost $600 (well, the ones i could afford without going into withdrawals) instead of $65. but apparently my parents are pissed i had to pawn my ex's guitar (which he has told me a million times over the years to do, but i just never felt like it) to pay for my well-being.
long time no scan! this book is for my drawing class. i may be majoring in fibre arts but drawing + knowledge is my favourite class. in homage to it being cancelled this week [prof's got the flu], i've decided to share what i've got thus far. i scanned so hard the lid popped off [no joke!]
i really like working in a larger format [9x12 i think?] - i've modified the pages more or less by adding in, taping in tabs and flaps and foldout pages. a pop-up book would be OWESOME and i think i'll work on that next.

( + cut for your pleasure + )
as always, new friends are more than welcome!
- Music:Swans - I Was a Prisoner in Your Skull | Powered by Last.fm

