Jungle Cat

This is one last remnant of summer, another animal friend- Jungle Cat! I painted him while on vacation in Vancouver Island.  I wish I were still there.  Anyways, I think deep down I have the potential for a successful career as a folk artist selling hand-painted plywood tchotchkies and decorative beadwork and handmade candles or something.  I could sequester myself right outside of Coombs market! Oh I like this idea already.  Anyways, I am back in the studio now, and maybe there will be some "real" new work to come, one of these days soon.

Oh, Jungle Cat, you vicious predator. Plus, look how poisonous you are! If you were a plant or a reptile, you would be just plum-deadly.  But you're not.  You're a Jungle Cat, therefore you are even more deadly.

Chauncey

This is a very special pig named Chauncey.  Chauncey is the inspiration behind at least two songs, and this embroidery/painting.  As you can see, Chauncey is protected by a primary bubble-force field, and yet again by a secondary galactic-glitter force field.  Chauncey's name was accidentally inspired by that of John C. Reilly.  Chauncey, John C.  Get it? Anyways.  

This is the last of my truly ambitious summer-work.  Now I'm back at school, and we don't get our studio spaces until next WEDNESDAY.  So in the meantime, I don't plan on working much, just watching Jersey Shore reruns, and organizing the bazillions of photo files on my mac.

Okay bye.

Chauncey trying to be skinny

Untitled: June 17

Have I ever mentioned that I love shiny things?

Lots of root veggies, there.

Les Fleurs!

I've discovered something wonderful! It combines my love of flowers, printmaking papers, and instant gratification! It's sort of like rubbing a coin with graphite to get the imprint, only with flowers! And it leaves a beautiful impression right away- not like my previous attempts at pressing flowers, which I've learned takes OVER A WEEK TO DRY COMPLETELY, LEST IT BE RUINED AND A POOR FLOWER HATH GIVEN HIS HEAD FOR NOTHING!  


Here is a test sample! Now that I've discovered the process, I'm sure there will be millions of flower-rubbings to litter my home.  Must remember to clip almost-spent blooms only, because I don't want my garden looking sad and colorless just for the sake of arts and crafts!!


Ah, dilemmas.  

Pansy and Violas: is it just me, or is my art-making getting more and more old-lady-ish by the second? Yes.

A rainy May wednesday off work.

The following is continued work on my aforementioned giant painting of repressed psychoses and glitter and shiny things.  

Sheesh.

probably the kind of paintings a lobotomy patient might make

"pay me attention" 

chompin' and chompin'

um...

I have missed painting on canvas.  Tonight, I'm feeling gloomy, so I decided to turn my pity-party into a creepy egomaniacal painting about glitter and paranoia and colorful pools of delight, and basically finish something that had its genesis back during christmas break, and since then, has remained an empty vessel of graphite scribbles and magic-marker mania.

I NEED A BETTER EFFING CAMERA.  

THESE PICTURES WERE TAKEN WHILE THE PAINTING IS LYING FLAT.  PARDON THE SQUISH.  IN PROGRESS.