is a lie in reverse

MerBlur – PS altered ACEO originally created via graphite/prisma pencils

Holiday boredom. It’s white outside. And um, people are never who you think they are. That sucks.

I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

flip it

Baby, baby, baby, baby, listen t’what I say

Knock me out, you rock me off my axis
You and me are gasoline and matches

new stuff, revisiting the ACEO world of miniature art. ended up hating the colors so I went all pyro and burned the bad coloring right off. unfortunately, things got a liiiittle out of control and ended up with a torched heart.

and that’s why we love glue sticks, with glitter.

…and the only real question left… why is Wilder Napalm not in my collection yet??

“WHAT ELSE IS THERE? … Now saddle up and say goodbye to common sense =D”

I miss Better Off Ted.

And I started making ACEO-type art again, this time something dark and twisty with one of those weird up-nose angles that makes people look pig-like. Inspiration?  Old auto-portrait photo, nostrils aflare. And my spellchecker just informed me that aflare isn’t a word… Looksee:

Title: Mouthful, Status: In Progress, Size: 3.5″ x 2.5″, Medium: Pencil/Pen/Paper,  Genre: Twisty

she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. she felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

Spring is officially in full force. The trees, they are a bloomin’, and my allergies, they are a reactin’… Wish it were this colorful here all the time. Makes it seem like we live in a weird, overgrown wonderland where up ↑ is down ↓ and down ↓ is left ← and left ← is backwards §.

things aren’t always so black and white, or so they say. sometimes things are ink blotty and bleeding through the edges.

the people that surround us, whether they be friends or strangers, pose as reflections – a way to see ourselves mirrored, or projected. helps us improve or grow or move on to become. just become. what happens to a recluse though? i’m guessing… they just become an echo of their former selves.

I don’t really wanna be an echo. I just wanna draw it.

I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and jumbly with the what and the huh? Yeah, well, those have been my dreams. My baddy bad bad dreams.

But, in spite of said dreams and the lack of really good sleep, I chant over and over that t’morrow t’will be t’werrific.

Maybe the eggs and the milk will fit…

Lighting’s pretty dark here but the contrasts make it work.

In other news: Someone requested another private commission with a jazz/blues theme. That makes 3 in the last 6 months so I have to ask- is this a fad or making a come back or what?

I love jazz, love the blues even more but… the timing between all 3 requests seems odd.

Guess all things come in waves.

Tonight I was domestic with the cleaning up and the making of roast beast in a big pot with po-ta-toes. The world is lonesome and… tender.

BTW – Skulls eating horns in the 11th dimension of swirly, psychedelic doom… with amps and guitars and stuff. If only you knew how many incarnations this thing went through:

color and other ideas tomorrow