Decorated my cap today, my version of art school owl I guess. He has sequins on his shoulder so he’s fabulouusssss.
When I was young,
I cried all the time,
I lost my father to lust,
I lost my mother to wine.
Here’s a few photos from my show. The last one is my nephew informing me he was a better artist and I was a dork. Excuse me, a major dork.
My finished short comic that took my longer to make than I like to admit. I had it up at my senior show and it was really neat to see peoples reactions to it. I had so much fun making it!
Friendly reminder: The weather tomorrow should be pretty nice.
Ahhhhh four days until my senior show! Here’s the cover of my short comic that I’ll post Saturday!
R/m’s work bears a nostalgic heart, one that remembers its innocence even when being satirical or tongue in cheek, fine lines and stippling and swaths of color sweeping in slightly pensive thoughts on growing up, modern life, and the days that await us in the future.
Gilbert Adrian, 1942
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
I believe that I just may die without this dress.