french kiss

i was gifted this post card and it's from paris and from 1918 and thats about all i know

which means it is obviously a love letter never sent and a very romantic, dramatic thing to own...

i can't prove this

but it is written in old ink and swirly cursive so if it is anything less then one  souls connection to another in written form, (in french nonetheless)then i'd rather just not know... 

i may have grown overly attached to it...

i just can't figure out how to best display it so it serves as a bookmark for now..

if wishes were horses

it's a blogging miracle...remember how i said i wanted a typewriter... well a saint of a friend saw that i wanted one and gave me one!! i love it! the minute i started typing i was right back to when i was little and i would pull out our old typewriter and draft up real important documents for the neighborhood kids...i'm super excited...i just need to get some new ink and then i am set...also isn't it weird that they don't have the number 1 button on them? and yet they had room for a 1/2 and 1/4 button...

also if you are not reading my blog in google reader sorry all the pics get cut off now...it's the sacrifice for having them bigger

stamp the yard

the other night teen came over and while we watched perfect couples (i think it's so funny!) we started making handmade stamps...at first i hated it cuz it felt sloppy...but now i love how imperfect they turn out...and they just look different then store bought ones...now i'm on a stamp warpath using vegetabless and mushrooms and all sorts of weird things...i also painted some of taco's rocks he's into it i can tell...they aren't stamped but there is something really fun about painting nature made things over store bought stuff

numbers game

le familiar

so this was he original of the one that looked really similar...and this was the final one i gifted..the other was a draft i didnt like that i played with until i liked...if that makes sense

you're a polkie dot

my niece likes to tell people that they are a polkie dot...to which whe quickly follows with a ...it's not mean its funny...

wood eye! wood eye!

this little block of woodsits on this little shelf in my little room...and julie made that stained glass...so pretty. (colored pencil ink and magazine lips)

pretty bird

he says he adores me

colored pencil water color pastel ink acrylic pecil paper sharpie

did i hear coachella?

your mix tapes are ready

this drawing also works good for people with earaches...(or if your mom blows out her eardrum)

i'll bet you think this blog is about you

nothing is better for me than a night alone at home in my huge, grubby sweats with my colored pencils and sharpies...and obviously taco bell (i almost left it out cuz it's such a given)its my comfort zone must. it's my detox recipe for increasing social anxiety and lets be honest, lack of social demands.

this drawing is a product of such a night ...backround is sharpie and pastels and the girl colored pencil and ink

i like your face

"a mans face is his autobiography, a womans face is her work of fiction"oscar wilde.

i love faces and awhile ago i made a book for my mom full of them in all different mediums...the book is done accordian style so when you open it you can read it normal or open it into a circle(for some reason i only took shot of the girl ones)...i guess that two weeks i attended bookmaking payed off a little..why does anyone make an art class at seven in the morning?