❝ I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages. ❞
"Sad is not the land that has no hero. Sad is the land that needs a hero."
you could say she’s been… booked
We know that there has been some tension, certain events that everyone regrets – although some regret them more than others—
(Companion piece to the Tamika linked above and also kind of related to this.)
One finished illustration for my summer illustration project: Writ’s Crossroad!
"It had gotten to the point where every cat was a black cat. No matter how much she wished, the pesky cats would not stop appearing everywhere she went.
If she could not avoid them anymore, she was going to try and put them somewhere else. Somewhere they would leave her alone!
Luckily, her mum had a bunch of empty boxes lying about their flat. So she got straight to work, boxing all the black cats she came across during her day.”
Hey Geneseo, just in case you haven’t seen these posters around campus or need an extra reminder!
5th Avenue St. Patrick’s Catherdral 1970s
So I have this conflict where I want to have really close friends around me all the time but I also want to travel all the time. I feel like those two things don’t play well together.
The obvious solution is to get a job with the traveling fair rides company and make friends with the carnies
❝ The past is gone and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. ❞
For starthekidd!! Dana the intern (or her double) and Mayor Winchell having tea in the dog park (with a hooded figure serving them tea bc Dana taught them how to be good interns). Sorry it’s a bit messy!
I picked my favourite Dana and Mayor Winchell designs~ Mayor Winchell + pantsuits forever <3
The last of my vacation sketches. Tomorrow I’ll get back to work on ~responsible~ things.
I have made a series of very bad decisions.
Visual Development from 101 Dalmatians
Little Starks and newly met little direwolves. Also a sulky Theon.
I just like drawing tiny happy g.o.t. moments, they’re like gold dust.