This is my guinea pig, Lord Sköll, posing with the heart teapot I made. He also has a wizard hat.
This is my heart pillow, it’s all hand sewn and about 2 ft long. It’s big, squishy, and perfect for cuddling.
I love the QC Zombie Pride Parades! Here I am all decked out in my zombie garb.
So say hello to your strange blog writer.
Last semester my dorm allowed the redisents to paint their hallways in different themes, our floor chose “coffee” as the theme. So my roomate and I drew this. It’s roughly 6ft long, but the administration told us we couldn’t paint our “Creation of Coffee” and it was destroyed. I drew God on the coffee bean and she drew Adam chilling on the muffin. We both drew the crotch-muffin.
Small watercolor study-ish things. Peregrine falcon, red tailed hawk wing, and harpy eagle. The peregrine and harpy about about two inches tall, and the wing about six.
Six drawings of the same cow skull still life drawn in different abstract styles in oil pastel. Top left is semi-realism, the rest are what they are. All are drawn by me. You can tell that as time went on I really grew to love dripping melted teeth.
My tattoo. Drawn and designed by myself. This is a piece on my right shoulder and shoulder blade. Took seven hours to get it inked. It’s still really red and dark since it just got done about 2 hours ago. Tattoo done by Hot Rod at Asylum Ink in Ames, IA.
So. I commonly wear a buffalo hat. One, because it’s warm and protects my sensitive ears. Two, because it’s funny and makes people smile. Three, because if I took it off I don’t think anyone on campus would recognize me. So here are some sketches I did trying to explore cartooning. I usually work in realism, so cartooning is always new, strange, and delightful. So that’s cartoon version of me. Crooked nose, buffalo hat, terrible eyebrows.
This is one of my sculptures from my time exploring the symbolism of hands.
Sometimes rocks like to reach out to tell us things.
They speak to those that sit quietly in dappled sunlight.
You may hear them chorus in song
with the coursing voice of brooks,
or the whispering of trees.