WEBSITE!

Finally online! still some kinks I have to work out so forgive the few files that don't show up... but check it out.

My website

As I clean out my apartment to move I'm finding a lot of older work stashed away in corners. Here's a watercolor from last spring.

Website anticipation

So as this semester draws to a close (yes!!), finals draw nearer (nooo), including my Web Design final, which is, in fact, a portfolio site. Slowly but surely I am building up to the point where I can hand someone a business card and say nonchalantly "check out my website". Still need to acquire the business cards, hmmm. But it will happen I promise! Anyhow, the website is due to be up and running on May 26th at the very latest! Look for my next post about that.

Until then, something that has nothing to do with school: latest tattoo design for a friend. I truly enjoy the simplicity of pen and paper, it's a great way for me to work. She wanted a Firebird which is a pretty good choice in my opinion. Just sent her this, and she raved about it, and then commissioned me to do one for her friend which will be a Dragon. So there will certainly be another mythical creature post coming soon.

This week's favs...

I stumbled upon these first two pages in an old sketchbook from my transfer summer program at RISD. The book was only half filled so the second two are some new ones, examples of me giving into my meticulous bic pen addiction.

If you look deep enough you can see the slender part - rough and scaly over sweet, juicy

silken. It smells like musk and richness, too rich for its size, for its singularity. If you

try to touch it, it will fade, like the ghost of a fleeing fantasy no longer useful or

newsworthy; if you try to taste it, it feels large and rugged in your mouth and your teeth will never find it. You'll bite your own tongue instead. It's best if you don't look directly

at it, but rather to the point right beside it's stony exterior, and it will shine like a star

does if you follow this advice.

But mostly, when you're looking that deep down, you have to believe. You 

have to trust that the real beauty is there - all rich and bleeding its purple seawater,

missing no point of exhaustion and knowing no rest. If you think about it, what is real 

beauty but the belief that it exists? And why would you look deeper if you didn't already

trust it might be there?

And this is the slender part.