One million million heartbreaks Every second As the world keeps turning. Yours Is barely a speck in the desert, A droplet in the ocean What right do you have To be broken Because so small a life was snuffed out? … Continue reading Take the stupid photos. A poem (?) in memory of my kitty 💔
I did a thing this weekend. … Literally one thing. All. Weekend. I sat my sweatpants-and-fluffy-socks self down in the living room (surrounded by cats), and barely moved all weekend — Writing. Editing and filling gaps in eight chapters of … Continue reading Sometimes that One (cat-approved) Thing is enough
Last night, I finished it. The huge canvas I was terrified to do? It’s done. All 24×24 inches of it. And even more surprising me finishing … Continue reading Conquered the canvas
Every day, I tell myself a lie.
“This’ll only take a minute.”
Every day, I underestimate how much time I’ll end up spending on “This.”
If you ever dare show even a REMOTE interest in something that pops up on your newsfeed, good luck. That ad will not leave you alone ever again. Ever. For the rest of eternity.
Wedding. Honeymoon. Editorial cartoons. A weekly stepmomming column. Illustrations for said column. Designer of the Year. Custom illustration commission.
There’s been whole a lot of art things (and non-art things) happening, alongside a whole lot of slacking. I’ll try to write in here some more, if for no other reason than to vent and focus my art-related thoughts. Which I guess boil down to primarily this: If I could spend all my time traveling, and illustrating, I’d be quite happy.
Recently-ish, I discovered two very important things: 1) the awesomeness of travel, and 2) a potential name for my cartoon kitty cat. First, Point No. 1. In the past two years, certain friends (*coughJessiecough*) and a certain fiance scooched me out of my comfort bubble as a homebody. Now, seeing new places is awesome. Like, three months ago, when we took quick hits at NYC, DC and Philly on three consecutive weekends. Or, this past weekend, New Orleans. Somewhere along the way, I figured something else out, too. Normal people take photos during vacation; but not only am I *not* normal, I’m … Continue reading sketchbook: scribbles in new orleans