Whoops...I arted

Hey, remember when I used to post pictures of things I actually made on here and stuff, because that is the fundamental purpose for blogging right? Sharing original content, that is. I feel as though had a tremendous weight lifted off my chest/body/life. I'm gonna devote this weekend to doing things I've left long neglected for people I really care about, because I feel like I can adequately express these things now. Okay onto the brief photo spamz!

Melodys Echo Chamber - Mount Hopeless

This adorable little creature is, Zzyzx. She came to life as a way to deter the guy who kept hitting on me on the train and asking to see what I was so focused on writing in my notebook... Plus I love the thought of a humanoid alien in 1950s attire, for reasons.

Johnny Panic inspired comic...which is perpetually in hiatus/development what have you.

I keep drawing this really rad afro demon chick. I seriously have no idea why and it's great.

Something big or something small. Time will tell.

quick (and terrible) doodle of Chance the Rapper

 This is a part of something I've wanted to submit to Rookie for a while. Better do it before I'm not a teen anymore!

Stalkin and drawin subway people.

Hmmm maybe?

Oh and did anybody else know Meshell Ndegeocello is a person who exists in real life? Because I didn't and she is all I could ever wish for in an artist. She is PJ Harvey, if PJ Harvey grew up in the Bronx and was fed a steady diet of The Last Poets and Curtis Mayfield, shaved her head, and bled dopeness. And I love her.

a thing.

Quick stream of consciousness blurbs.

Debating deleting this almost as soon as it's posted...whatevs.
It seems ridiculous to have only one day devoted to expressing our love and appreciation for what essentially constitutes our universe as we know it. We all had to come from a woman, whether directly or indirectly. So it saddens me when women are reduced to one dimensional caricatures of people or constantly told to temper their tongues and bind their thoughts or be this, but not that. I don't know. I love growing up with an entire spectrum of women who have helped to shape my beliefs and go after what matters most. Be they mothers in the technical sense or not they have helped raise me. I love seeing the ugly in women the flaws, the tenacity, the indomitable spirit, the defiance, the glamour, the audacity. I try so hard to emulate you, in the hopes that one day I'll to be able to produce something just as breathtaking. To deliver. To be selfless. To love. So thank you.


It pains me to read posts like this and know there are some people who do not yet have someone to love them unconditionally, who would die for them, who they could call up when life is handing you your ass or when you're bored. So if you do please don't take it for granted. If you don't, it's okay, that doesn't ever mean that you are unworthy and you do not EVER have to prove yourself to anyone.

Everyday I have to thank my mother for accepting me as her nappy headed, flat footed, scatterbrained, gorgeous, stubborn child of 19, and all that comes with it. I hope you are in the grace of an equally loving person (because not all moms have to be cis women). happy mama's day.

Copping a Feel

I fucking love my life right now.
All of the stupid bits all of the painful bits all of the hokey cliche and absurdly corny bits.
I LOVE it.

Teebs - Cook Clean and Pay The Rent (PRESS PLAY DUH!)

Teebs and some fake vintage effects on digital images <3

I saw Flying Lotus, Thundercat and Teebs on a whim about a week ago. Before that, I planned and funded my first trip to Boston. I came back on late Sunday night. Our plane was grounded because of something with the wings. The flight was almost cancelled, but they let everyone board a new, smaller plane. The next day this happened.

A person I treated worse than they truly deserved died. It left me with a really queer feeling that I can't quite adequately express. Not guilt. Not indifference, but something alien altogether.

Anywho, that concert was probably the best thing I've ever experienced in my life. I hope I will always love concerts. Standing Room Only Concerts. Leaving Early Pounding The Pavement To Be First In Line Concerts. Being So Close You Feel The Heat Of The Performer And The Treble Of The Speakers Concerts. I don't know. I just really like live music is all. And as I zoned out in the haze of weed smoke and deafening drumkicks and breakbeats, I felt like I was seeing for the first time in months! Like the idiot moshing two people behind me didn't matter. Like the thrifted stale smelling clothes I purchased an hour before the show didn't matter. Like the fact that I knew no one there didn't matter. Like the fact that my only meal for the day of cheap salad and dried fruit didn't matter. Like the fact that I left all of my belongings in a an unsecured locker at work didn't matter. Like nothing mattered, but everything just...was. Nah mean? Probably not, this is all just pompous rambly bullshit to some.

Thundercat

Flying Lotus

This post has no real point, just popping in to say, "Hi, wassup? Hope life is treating y'all well. Hope people are friendly, skies are blue, and the food is good."

See you around.

"shows are so much fun when you're not recording" - Steven Ellison (aka Flying Lotus)

blue moon

Hey it's everyone's favorite sporadic-virtually-nonexistent blogger. I'll be pleasantly surprised if people still read this... Not even gonna do the, "I'll post more, I promise" thing, because then I just start feeling like every idea I have is awful and people will get fed up with the lack of quality content and abandon me and it eventually leads up to me cooking beans over an open fire in a silk dressing gown. It doesn't end pretty. No.

ALL of this to say, hey I've been up to things since I've been gone...
Nice things. Watching things. Making things. Eating things. Shaking things. Eating Things. Everything is Everything.

Me being normal on a Sunday night.

These are some cute food babes I doodled. I wish I could shrink them and make them into stickers so people could put sassy edible men on everything they own. Hmm...

Have you guys heard MIA's Matangi Mix for the Kenzo FW13 collection? Holy Fried Plantain! Please tell me this doesn't make you want to dress like a Masai Warrior while checking the mail or something.

Speaking of mixes, I made a quaint one for rioting and rude girls and dancing alone in your room and stuff. You can listen right hur.

QueenTessentials pt 1 from ThickCrinoline on 8tracks Radio.

Not really a new thing, but I'm still currently obsessed with Alis Pelleschi and her effed-up world (until I make a proper post on my favorite photographers enjoy these images)

 

Zebra Katz

"I LUV YOU" MEAT from Alis Pelleschi on Vimeo.

...and (more recently) discovered Monica Cook. She is cool in the "you-make-everything-I-hope-to-create-look-like-it-was-made-by-a-crosseyed-toddler-I-hate-how-much-I-love-you" way.

Sorry if I gave you any impression I was a normal girl.

Then I did this for a local contest thing, which I lost, but the other contestants were PHEEENOMINAL and I had such an awesome time anyway.

If you'd like a more constant account of what goes on it this bushy haired head'o'mine, please follow me on Tumblr. The link above should work, but if you never thought to look at the headline (I never pay attention to those things myself) here it is.

Oh yeah what's this I hear about Google Reader being axed!? I'm also on Bloglovin' if that's true though.

Koko Nuts

Can we please be friends?