Brains?

electric bicycle

here is a bicycle we found in Bloomfield town center. The owner worked at the Bloomfield bicycle repair shop.

500 words or less

I don't think I could ever have a twitter account because
a) I am a very slow typist when it comes to text messages.
b) I can't describe what I'm doing/thinking at any given moment in short phrases. Right now for instance I'm sitting in my bedroom eating a banana, typing and watching the traffic go by. I'm also analyzing the pattern of shadow created by light coming through the screen on my window. It looks especially lovely matched with the note I scribbled out on the back of a bright pink expired coupon. Oh look a goose just flew by. Back to the coupon, I'm really glad that I started tearing up old bits of paper to use as notes instead of relying on a dwindling supply of post it's. I keep on loosing the packages before I get a chance to use them. Loosing post it's is a minor tragedy because I actually have to spend money on them. Of course it's less stressful to lose little bits of torn up copy paper. I've been saving bits of paper that are too dark to write on as well, for art projects and admittedly horrible attempts at making paper cranes.
I rest my case...
here is a picture of a dove with some baby bunnies.

creative process

A work in progress for a school assignment illustrating the concept of "brainstorming"
It needs a few touch ups and some more texture. I'll post the finished product next week.

I think it likes you <3

collaboration with Jaron. He designed the creature I colored him in and added an environment.

the Lovely Lauren models headbands

Reduce

reduce: buy products with less packaging

Portrait of Jaron

I started this digital portrait about a year ago and keep on coming back to it as I learn more about digital painting.

Ode to a roommate

This room is an island, floating on the beat of car radios and the wooshing protest of air resistance against on coming traffic. Four bedroom walls are covered in newspaper clippings that serve as cheap insulation from the emotional frigidity of a sickly sweet Indian Summer. Thank you for entering reality by walking in the door. I wasn't sure before but I know that you're planning, sincerely planning, to be here a while longer. That after the oranges and yellows of September decay to bare bones, morning gray you'll still wake up in the bed next to mine, fall into slippers and shuffle off to the soft duet of toothbrush bristles and a low flow shower head. After all, your name's on the lease. More importantly, more legal and binding than flimsy little penned in words, is the once unfamiliar scent of organic, French soap that has made it's home in our closet.


yeah I try to write sometimes... feel free to comment or criticize :)

flyers

Unofficial business cards I drew out for when I sell arts and crafts things at school. I made them by doodling in an old Lisa Frank notebook and writing my info on the back. Most of the designs got handed out yesterday but I managed to save my three personal favorites long enough to scan them in. Later this week I'm planing on printing out some more of these fliers on the computer... parting with the originals is too painful but I liked the fact that all of the cards were very different from each other so I'll try to keep at least some variety in the printed versions.