Archive for ‘Art’

March 13, 2011

Guilty Pleasures

I have created a guilty project.

Everybody has that something. It is unshakeable against all better judgement, and, no matter how hard you might fight, you find yourself with no choice but to return to it with nothing but a hope that no one will find out. For some people, it’s Bridalplasty. For others, it’s cheesy romance novels with Fabio on the front cover. To have a guilty pleasure is to lower yourself to being who you really are.

So, it seems that



on the inside,

I am a black sparkly canvas featuring japanese children’s health magazines and little happy sushis.

March 7, 2011

Old habits die hard…

when you’ve got a sentimental heart.

It seems to me that I may not be comprised of skin cells and blood, but, quite possibly, of glue. Or gum. Or putty. Or even an already-licked lollipop- anything that stuff seems to stick so very stickily that there could very likely never be a way to get it unstuck. If I ever loved a thing, I still do. Experiences, people, places all stick to me as though I’m a contestant on the Million Dollar Sticky (remember that part right before Matilda blows the TV up?).

I’m still shaking Polaroids that were already developed.

February 28, 2011

Look on the bright side

Though you might not find what you expected.

February 6, 2011


I thought for a brief moment that a smile was tugging on the corners of my mouth. Alas, instead, it was only but a yawn. I had been mistaken.

February 1, 2011

Finger Paints

The way of an artist is an entirely different way. It is a way of surrender. He must surrender to his own mind.

-Agnes Martin

January 24, 2011

This blows

Just hold on, I guess.
Today was a bad day. Today was a no good day. But I will suck it up, because sometimes we don’t really have a choice.

January 22, 2011


is where the heart is

January 11, 2011



Hm. Doesn’t really have the same ring to it.


January 5, 2011

Little does she know….


January 3, 2011

It’s the little things

If you’re thankful for someone

tell them why.