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Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:01:25 -0800

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Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:05:51 -0800

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Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:01:06 -0800

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bohemea: Stephen Colbert & Willie Nelson - Little Dealer...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 03:28:34 -0800

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Stephen Colbert & Willie Nelson - Little Dealer Boy

Dude man dude.

copycats: I Put A Spell On You by She & Himoriginally by...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:42:59 -0800

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I Put A Spell On You by She & Him
originally by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
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Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:25:10 -0800

suicideblonde: Though Manet’s The Luncheon on the Grass (Le...

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 13:57:25 -0800

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Though Manet’s The Luncheon on the Grass (Le déjeuner sur l’herbe) sparked controversy in 1863, his Olympia stirred an even bigger uproar when it was first exhibited at the 1865 Paris Salon. Conservatives condemned the work as “immoral” and “vulgar.

What shocked contemporary audiences was not Olympia’s nudity, nor even the presence of her fully clothed maid, but her confrontational gaze and a number of details identifying her as a demi-mondaine or courtesan. These include the orchid in her hair, her bracelet, pearl earrings and the oriental shawl on which she lies, symbols of wealth and sensuality. The black ribbon around her neck, in stark contrast with her pale flesh, and her cast-off slipper underline the voluptuous atmosphere. Whereas Titian’s Venus delicately covers her sex, Olympia’s hand firmly protects hers, as if to emphasize her independence and sexual dominance over men. Manet replaced the little dog (symbol of fidelity) in Titian’s painting with a black cat, which symbolized prostitution. Olympia disdainfully ignores the flowers presented to her by her servant, probably a gift from a client. Some have suggested that she is looking in the direction of the door, as her client barges in unannounced.

suicideblonde: Christina Ricci in Little Red Riding Hood

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 13:44:36 -0800

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Christina Ricci in Little Red Riding Hood

Self portrait, charcoal on toned paper.

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:31:00 -0800

Self portrait, charcoal on toned paper.

More work. Now for a background…. :L

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:14:00 -0800

More work. Now for a background…. :L

a kiss

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:11:31 -0800

Tonight Nick and I watched Pleasantville on the couch while enjoying dinner. After the movie ended, we hugged. It was a confusing movie ending, more of a challenge to the viewer, “Are you living your life to the fullest? Are you living in full technicolor?!” I really enjoyed it, loved the use of color in a black and white world as a visual epiphany. Anyway, we settled into a cuddle as the credits rolled but instead of a “normal” kiss, the kiss on the top of my head or forehead, Nick leaned down and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I was quite caught off guard, as evidenced by my even wanting to write about it. He is normally so reserved, not prone to sweeping emotion the way I am. It can be a point of frustration at times. He squeezed me and tangled fingers in my hair.

The whole first half of this prolonged kissing I was thinking, Why is he doing this? Is this because of the movie? Does this mean we’re going to have sex? Oh, I want that. …If we don’t, I’ll be frustrated. Resentful? Is it right of me to be resentful about it? This feels wonderful. Why am I thinking about anything? Why am I not paying attention to the kissing?! Pay attention! Pay attention!

There are times I feel lonely, moments where I miss Nick even when he’s sitting across the table from me, or laying on the pillow at my side. I know I use sex to get his attention. It translates as “attention,” “intimacy” and “love” and has become a sort of short hand for when I want it all. But despite this, it seems, in the face of the full force of his attentions I am the one doing the isolating. I had this epiphany tonight. It was SO HARD to focus, to not analyze everything from the little movie theater in my head and just be with him.

I realize now I am just as responsible, if not more so, for the loneliness I feel. My vocabulary is so limited to “let’s have sex” that I miss or disregard intimacy expressed in other forms. I don’t know if I’ve explained this well, since kissing is so closely tied to sex… but it is at the same time such a completely separate intense thing. There are times where Nick has kissed me and just wanted to kiss me for a long time and I will get upset and stop it because I can see it won’t lead to anything. I have felt rejected from “just” kissing.

Wistfully I have recalled times from when I was an adolescent, where kissing was everything, the absolute limit, just IT. Kissing felt nearly as emotionally intense as sex can now (or more so in some instances, ie quicky sex). There was just this incredible clarity then where everything seemed and was new, like lights turned on really bright …..or color in a black and white world.

I get upset and complain to Nick that he leaves me alone. And at those times I feel like he is totally absorbed in the fantasy world of a strategy games or his newest novel. Instead, we could be spending that precious moment in our week, where our free times syncs up, doing something together! But I have to recognize now that I have done the same. I have my art, my games, my books (my own distractions). I make this complaint right before turning back on him and facing the computer monitor thus allowing myself to be sucked in. Worst of all, I will sit there in his arms being kissed and kiss back mechanically because I am too busy wondering about anything and everything except the present moment.

I need to admit to myself that maybe I have the intimacy issues, I’m the one who shields her eyes from the brightness of it.

Focused on him in the kiss tonight, everything felt so good. This feeling of intense joy (a need to let out happy laughter) swelled up in my chest and had no where to go with my lips on his. Instead tears formed in my eyes as I realized I’d taken down walls that I almost always keep up. I was sad for myself and sad for Nick. And at the same time I was so greatful and happy to be in that moment.

Thank God I’m pretty Every skill I ever have will be in...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:45:40 -0800

Thank God I’m pretty
Every skill I ever have will be in question
Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself
Though the cops would come for someone else
I’m blessed
I’m truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on
Which only means that when I sing you’re jerking off
And when I’m gone you won’t remember
Thank God I’m pretty

Thank God I’m Pretty Emilie Autumn

Nick and I went over to the epic SciFi book signing at...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:02:00 -0700

Nick and I went over to the epic SciFi book signing at Borderland Book’s new (not quite opened) cafe space (870 Valencia). Personally, I was most excited about Garth Nix, but you don’t really see me talking with him or Bill Willingham in the video. Instead we see Nick and his epic meeting with Steven Erikson, author of the series, Malazan Book of the Fallen.

Blood Lamp

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:07:00 -0700

Blood Lamp, 2009, a single-use light that draws its energy from a drop of blood, by UK artist Mike Thompson, creator of the wifi dowsing rod.

For the lamp to work one breaks the top off, dissolves the tablet, and uses their own blood to power a simple light. By creating a lamp that can only be used once, the user must consider when light is needed the most, forcing them to rethink how wasteful they are with energy, and how precious it is.

Isabella’s Smile Something I’m actually happy with...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:47:00 -0700

Isabella’s Smile

Something I’m actually happy with (FOR NAO). Of course it’s monochromatic. Portrait of Isabella from my Heads and Hands class. Didn’t finish adjusting the values on the base drawing, mostly because she moved her head position once I got to shading. That AND she was continually smiling at whatever the other model was doing behind me on the other side of the room. Seriously dude, go flirt and try and get laid elsewhere, drawing is challenging enough! Anyway, I asked permission to take a photo ref of her at the start of class. She looked conflicted for a bit and said she usually says no… but she smiled and said ok (yay)! I said I understood/was ok with it if she said no, of course, but I’m really happy to have a ref to work with on this a bit more here at home. She’s actually one of my favorite models, her cheekbones are INTENSE.

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Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:43:16 -0700

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Illustration 1 - penwork

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 11:42:29 -0700

I am learning to properly use pens… or rather, trying. Ha! *sigh*

A sketch I did of another Forgotten Realms character, Bruenor Battlehammer! He looks peeved. I was kinda peeved when I drew him.

Quick pen and ink version of this by Oyamada Ami, just practicing. I love the original. The whole I’m so into you I’m gunna taste/eat up all of you bedroom eyes thing in the illustration is awesome. >:}

Some Heads (no hands... yet)

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 11:35:30 -0700

Fun in Photoshop [9/09]

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 11:33:06 -0700

Started reading the Forgotten Realms books, specifically The Legend of Drizzt. Go figure, I’m totally in love with the character. Dark elf ranger *cough*similartoahunterinWOW*cough* who has a black feline companion and prefers to duel wield weapons…. does this sound a tad familiar? Ha, so nerdy. Anyway, speed paint of him I did for fun. Drizzt, that is, not Serith.

Another speedpaint I did while doing some tedious pen and ink exercises for Illustration 1. I love the class, but I’m super new to the medium. Sometimes I need to do a drawing in photoshop since it is so quick and non messy just to keep sane.

Photo

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 18:09:52 -0700