to move up and down
Jannell
Punk rock slayed my life.
I don’t know where this is going. There isn’t a focal point. Maybe it needs a skull? On a skull? Made of skulls?
Bummer goblin. Afixes itself to my cerebreal cortex.
I’ve just resigned to the fact that swirls are my jam. Fuck it.
Took a stab at painting my boyfriend from a couple different pictures. I kind of made him look like a zombie on accident. I should try using a real model I guess. Or just accept that I’m not great at painting stuff that really exists.
A new thing I’ve been working on. Fun for the whole family.
It has been a lonely existence as of late - out here in space. But I’m trying to push stuff out. Not really for a show or anything. Just to be doing. This was a piece I struggled with for a local show that was robot themed. I couldn’t get it right in time. It was a mess. As soon as the time-pressure was off - I got it how I wanted it. Dumb. But finished. Jim and I have been entertaining ideas of moving. So I thought about building up a large body of work that I’m proud of and then throwing a big show and maybe making some cash towards that. I dunno.
knartin’.
Sunday ink swirlin and turntablin.
almost done.
Friday night. Feel crummy so staying in and painting skulls. Bummer/rad.
