If you’re lucky, you have people in your life who push you. Not, like, off a cliff (avoid those people) — but who push you to be better than you were the day before. My friend Amanda is one of … Continue reading It’s her fault I illustrated a book
Most goals (like a second-grade research project) aren’t actually hard; they just take time Here at The Herald News, we have a scary elevator. From what I understand, it’s the second oldest in Massachusetts, and it took me a while … Continue reading 3+ME: Goals? Take the stairs
That sounds like it should be a drink of some kind, “Octopus on the rocks.” But nope! I mean an actual rock, and a drawing of … Continue reading Octopus on the rocks
J.K. Rowling. Taylor Swift. Johnny Depp. You see their names and you think of one thing they’re known for.
And then there’s me and you.
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.
I blame my friend Marc for getting me into trouble a lot. And almost always, that trouble involves an extra project at the newspaper we work at. Luckily, said projects tend to fall into the “brilliant and mostly fun” category. This time, though, I did it to myself. I was the one who asked my boss if I could draw editorial cartoons for the paper. Marc, however, has done his part to hold me to that. He writes the editorials, I draw the pictures to go with them. When I got back from the honeymoon, I had it in my … Continue reading sketchbook: an excuse to draw at work
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.
I have a bad habit of buying stuff that I never end up using. Clothes. Gadgets. Rosetta Stone Spanish (I’ll get to that SOMEDAY Jessie! Promise!).
And a set of bamboo ink brushes. I got them sometime during my senior year of college.
That was seven years ago.
All this time, those brushes have sat, still in the packaging, in my art drawer. They moved with me from my parents’ house, to my first apartment, to my boyfriend’s house, to the apartment I now share with that then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband.