monstrosities

Today I went to the vernissage of an art show, Monstrosities; fibre work from Concordia undergraduates. My friend Taters McBeastly was there.  He was sitting on a little stool, next to a shredded paper cast of a doorframe and a wall full of decorated children’s boots. Across the room from him was Colleen, his knitted soulmate monster.  He seemed just fine there, but the room was white and windowless and filled mostly with people who didn’t know me and a few who did but didn’t come over to talk to me. There’s only so many times you can circulate a room of a dozen art works, pretending to be deeply contemplating their concept and construction. 

sour

~* pokey update: it is on me forevah and I couldn't be more thrilled, I can't wait to cover my legs in little stickpoke collages this is life-changing ennnghhhh *~ it's incredibly soothing and meditative, and for me 1000000x more enjoyable than being poked by someone else

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stick and poke without ink to test my nerves

self love sour puss 4 life ♥

therapeutic illustrated journaling

look at my baby ponytail 

look at my chocolate covered coconut icecream bar

look at my first pair of socks

(keepin dese babies for myself)

lookit all did therapeutic illustrated journaling

this is what I do on my lunch breaks when I get sick of knitting

 

I have been working through my , ~* ' sad feelings ' *~ , in this way. I want to write postcards but I also don't want to be the kind of person that writes postcards full of sad things. I have been eating lots of icecream bars and trying to , ~* ' communicate ' *~ , even though that really just spreads the  , ~* ' sad feelings ' *~ ,  around. Maybe tomorrow I will buy some stamps.

On the upside, I can't remember when I was last this productive.

the pitter patter of tiny hooves

all over my skin

100% CPU usage

how am I ever supposed to edit this video

peachyeyey

So this happened.
All other attempts at creative work so far have been dud.

Oh internet, I have not been trying very hard.
I suppose I should also plug Cadavre Exquis (my turn my turn!) ...
Went out firefly hunting last night, but nothing for my project came of it.
Mmph.

more progress

8 pages per book's worth

cutting em up was terrifying

and then I spent the rest of friday night sewing puff pocket pages ™ together while watching adventure time. six out of twelve down. 

also: check out my mad princess swagg

my feelings upon starting university

(do webcam studies count as art?)

nineties babies go camping

just, love okay