bad skin

Untitled, 2011

acrylic on canvas

load laod loaawwaddd

I can't spell and I'm going to throw up on Concordia's computers I have been doing this all day and all I have to show for it is some hyper-organized pastel vomit patcher  and some cute bat sounds.

 

 

little army ant buddy

We have bonded. He is excited for his new life as an uncomfortable interactive kinetic soft robotic planet-cat Saturn-Gizmo hybrid, and I am excited to stay up all night with this lovely warm french-press full of coffee and fix up his innards. I am excited about a Concordia project !(?) 

I will not sleep, I have shook off my lethargy. I will be a champion crazy-night-artist. And then I will go to schoool super earrrlyyy and leave notes where cute people will find them (I have decided to revive notes as a response to my lack of cellulurrr phone) and have more coffee and create mechanized cougar screams and hook this baby's sensors up. And I won't fall asleep until after my afternoon class.

I am really becoming fond of my webcam. It's like the so-shitty-they're-magical disposable camera of the digital world.

Gizmo the Wizard

So while I was waiting for my leaves to cook up I wrote Gizmo a song. She's honestly like 13 or 14 and still going strong. And have you seen her whiskers. Some Grande Chancellor whiskers right thurr.

It's only 2:30 I feel so accomplished --

I am a Chemist

Current project: trying to kill everyone in my house with noxious fumes from boiling leaves in caustic washing soda.

I need a camera, so much goes undocumented.

mini dino leg

 

Just set this sucker up to mummify in cornmeal for a month. My entire art practice -- dead birds. Dead birds everywhere.

waxy crap

Once, I made a sculpture out of wax. It was a grand failure. But now that I've forgotten what bits of treasure and crap I hid in it, I can think of it as a giant kinder surprise.

my feelings upon starting university

(do webcam studies count as art?)