Wednesday, July 15, 2009

CHERRY BLOSSOMS MAKE MY HEART SMILE

Ikea fabric -- stuck to wall using fabric stiffener as seen on Apartment Therapy

I like how it looks like there are birds in the cherry blossom branches.

TEA CUPS

Things I can't live without:
Peppermint tea
Corning Ware tea pots
Super cute china tea cups and saucers


Saturday, July 11, 2009

THERE ARE NO HIDDEN FANGS HERE

I AM


"... she went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and a newspaper, leaving her fur coat in the closet and her false teeth in the sink."

Thursday, July 9, 2009

NOTHING EXISTS BUT YOU


You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
He vanished, and left me appalled; for I knew, and realized, that all he had said was true.

TEXT: Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (1910)

IMAGE: My mate Yerevan Dilanchian

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

GIRL FROM THE BACK OF THE DOOR

YOU ARE THE UNO

I always listen to advice written on the side of rubbish bins. Don't you? 


MY NEW BOOK & THE SUPERNATURAL DARKNESS

I work a boring retail job - I need a little book that I can hide in coat pockets. Enter Kikki-K. Three for the price of, um... three. But they were only $8.48 a bundle. And super-cute. 





I think that I will develop these into some little occasional cards. A set of six or so would be ideal. Joy, holiday project. 

Speaking of holiday projects, I just stumbled upon an essay I wrote for the Hell of it last year (or even potentially the year before that) about Ginsburg's Howl, I had started to do some accompanying drawings - the essay was meant to be a gift for my father (it was primarily about the relevance of Howl to all, despite the generation gap). I should finish things that I start. 

(Yes, my photo taking skills are very bad). 

NEWCASTLE