Monthly Archives: July 2012

15 posts

“When you are born” The golem said softly, “your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for anything: crawling off staircases, saying your first words without fearing someone will think you are foolish, putting strange things in your mouth. But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk and […]

Permission

My art journal and painting themes are quickly becoming permission slips for myself. Focusing on granting my heart the thing it needs at that moment and somehow silencing my very loud, harsh, inner critic. She’s a bitch and always tells me what to do, doesn’t let me sleep when I need to and is generally […]

Rude and not ginger!

Actually, I’m neither of those things, anymore. I generally try my best not to be rude, but after two attempts, I feel confident in calling myself (finally) ginger! I dyed my hair a few days ago, using Revlon’s bright auburn but it didn’t really stick. I’ve had the hardest time finding […]

It was a bloody bloody battle

It was a long bloody battle that lasted until near dawn. The Protectorate of Menoth’s Rainbow League fought bravely against the evil, vile, mean, persnickety forces of Khador, and lost. Darn red freezing robots. 😉 I present this slideshow of the carnage, as a memorial to the brave forces who were fiercely destroyed […]

First attempt: Photoshop

I’ve been wanting to expand into the realm of photo-manipulation and vector art. I’ve been using Fireworks since 2006, and it’s still by far my favorite, but I recently obtained a copy of Photoshop and Illustrator (and the creative suite, because of Adobe’s cool new subscription thing) and decided that it […]

The Outbreak (part 7)

Amy tossed and turned. Water was all she could think about but she couldn’t muster the strength to ask. She opened her bleary eyes and looked about the room. She found the cup; and noticed her parents asleep on chairs outside. She reached as far as she could to no avail. […]

The Outbreak (part 6)

“Amy, honey” Her mom whispered softly lowering herself into a chair by the bed, her father put his hand on her mother’s shoulder and looked down teary-eyed. “I’m so…sorry” Amy managed to murmur. Her parents cried and held her hand as the world faded into black again. — Black suit, soft […]

internal combustion

I’m afraid that the honest expression of my most vehement feelings against the things that crush my soul will (and do) make other people feel invalidated. I don’t want that to be, but at the same time, I want to be able to express myself. I don’t know if there’s room […]