Fifty-One.

Sometimes I like to create things that are inspired by literature.  In today's case, a fable.  That fable goes a little like this: 

THE STAG AND THE LION

A THIRSTY Stag came to a spring to drink. As he drank, he looked into the water and saw himself. He was very proud of his horns, when he saw how big they were and what branches they had. But he looked at his feet, and took it hard that they should be so thin and weak.

Now, while he was thinking about these things, a Lion sprang out and began to chase him. The Stag turned and ran. As he was very fleet, he outran the Lion so long as they were on the open plain. But when they came to a piece of woods, the Stag's horns became caught in the branches of the trees. He could not run, and the Lion caught up with him.

As the Lion fell upon him with his claws, the Stag cried out:—

"What a wretch am I! I was made safe by the very parts I scorned, and have come to my end by the parts I gloried in!"

You can check out this piece over at her home on my deviantART page, here.

You can check out some progress pictures over at my instagram which is located, here. (Do not forget to follow me while you're over there.)

And I leave you with a mix that I stumbled upon today that happened to tickle my fancy and I thought you lot might enjoy.

Forty-Seven.

No great artist ever sees things as they really are.  If he did, he would cease to be an artist. 

-Oscar Wilde

One day I'll make the jump from starving artist, to comfortably living artist.  That would be super rad.  True story.

In other news I think my contact and my right eye had a fight--my eye lost.  I'm about ready to take a spoon and fish the damn thing out.

My cat is being a brat.  I'm going back to bed.

 

Forty-Two.

So let us take a minuet to story tell for a moment.  Saturday, some dickhead snuck into the backroom at my store and stole my phone and all of $4 that I had in my wallet, and my co-workers phone as well.  Apparently there is a phone stealing ring operating at the mall that I work at, because when I went to the AT&T booth in the food court to turn off my phone after I realized that it was gone they had told me that just the week before two girls had gotten their phones stollen as well.  Another mall employee came into the store later that day and told us that her phone was stolen too.

So apparently when I got my phone they fucked up my whole insurance thing.  Instead of giving me the Apple care and the regular insurance like I wanted they just gave me the Apple Care.  So after I was on the phone with customer service for like ever I finally got them to push my upgrade, but my phone won't even be shipping out for another 2 weeks.  They told me to get get a cheap burner phone and they'd put my number on a sim card and I could just use that until my phone comes in, that they would have it sent to them because basically I live at the mall and it would just make my life a bit easier.  So long story short the freaking simjawn isn't working and I've been too upset/fustrated to go and fix it.  I don't like not having a phone, it's just I'm too depressed over everything that's happened and just unmotivated to get this crap phone set up.

So:  I DO NOT HAVE A PHONE RIGHT NOW.  I AM NOT IGNORING YOU.  I DO NOT HATE YOU I JUST DO NOT HAVE A WAY OF COMMUNICATING WITH YOU.

So if you need to contact me, social media is the way to go.  I promise to let you know when I have my phone back.

I just feel so violated.  I need to get out of the mall.  Anyone know anyplace looking for a cute pink haired bartender?  I'm a great bartender and I'm TIPS certified.  True story.

I started this piece awhile back and I had been staring at it's unfinished form for a few weeks. Today was the day I decided that I was going to finish this gem. I figured focusing on art would help to keep my mind off of the other things that are plaguing me at the moment.

I have a bad boy complex, and I have always loved Loki. I always tend to route for the bad guy. Someone has to, right? #teamvoldemort

Song of the moment:

Forty-One.

Forty.

Thirty-Seven.

Thirty-Six.

My friends are pretty rad.  My friend Paul told me the other night that I smell like a unicorn that listens to Black Flag.  That statement inspired this drawing.  True story.

You can check out the video of myself coloring this piece down below.  Enjoy! ^_^

Also I have been getting a lot of questions about the products I use to draw.  I am going to write a blog about my favorite brands and things soon.  So keep and eye out for that! :D

Also!  I was in my friends band's music video.  You can check out their facebook page here and watch the video down below!  Can you find my pink hair? ;]

Thirty-Five.

I have been meaning to draw for awhile, but I have just been really uninspired.  Then I turned on the new Purity Ring album, started drawing and filming, and this is what came out.  I kind of like it.  Be sure to check this drawing out over at my deviantART and check out the video I made of the drawing process down below.  I love you boils and ghouls. <3

Thirty-One.

I forgot to post this awhile ago.  This has been sitting on my desk finished for a while; well, I was debating on adding more to it but the more I let it sit the more I considered it fine the way it was.  So I finally got around to uploading it to my deviantART and I thought I would share it here as well.

With that I also thought I'd share with you the song I haven't been able to get out of my head for the past two weeks since it was released.  I am obsessed with Marina and the Diamonds.  I mean just listen to her, and try to tell me that you do not love her too. Oh, Marina. <3

Onto another topic I signed into my myspace for the first time in like years.  Does anyone remember that shit?  God I kind of hate myself for saying this but I miss myspace.  It was and still is so much better than Facebook.  I held out over there for as long as I could until I eventually broke down and got my Facebook but I think we should start a movement where everyone moves back to the space.  I think that would be pretty fucking rad.  It was just so much more customizable and fun and I feel like my profile over there even though I haven't updated it in years really gives the feel for who I am more than stupid Facebook and it's cover picture feature, lame.  Anyway I was looking at some old ass pictures I had up there and I thought I would share a few.  I was so adorable back then; what the fuck happened? And look at how big I used to wear my hair.  I have to say I do miss that though.  This picture is circa June '08 so I was like, 19, or limbo age as I like to call it.

Twenty-Seven.

 

I have been drawing a lot in color recently. Like wow I just vomited rainbows all over everything, color. I really don't know why. It's not like I happen to be in a sunshine mood, it's actually completely the opposite--I'm really quite miserable. Anyway, I was in a Beetlejuice type of mood and decided to draw Lydia. She's the cartoon version of course; oh how I loved that show when I was kid. Why don't they play it on TV anymore? *sigh* Moving on--I took some pictures while I was creating her so I decided that I would post them up here. I forgot to take a picture when she was just a sketch. I suck, sorry.