Hi

defiling island by aldous huxley

recycling clothing tags and loner earrings side i and ii. pen and watercolor. it would be peachy to actually finish IQ84. 

ps i hate feet

messing around with some watercolors, pen and torn paper textures when I was jetlagged. What? 

arigato! My main mediums are watercolor (currently using a shitty prang set and random Holbein tubes) and ink (staedtler 0.05, and some Faber-Castells, 0.05 copic pens haven’t been too good to me). Recently purchased a black copic brush pen and it is fabulous. Everything else is pretty random, highlighters, white gel pen and acrylics usually. hope that helped! 

not sure who it originally belongs to, but based on http://nakednrg.tumblr.com/post/69281027611. purple hair fun. 

screen shot doodle while watching trainspotting on the plane. choose life scribbles. yes I know it's on the wrong ear. 

radio show picture for next week. jams with alphonze on that davis station. hiho. 

and another birthday present for a dear friend. went a little crazy with the gold paint admittedly. forest girl and inky cap mushrooms. also her orchid blossom I accidentally killed. 

post-final self portrait. banzaii. 

Pardon my decision in going all out with the funky fresh 90's vibe. Jenn again plus some wonderfully tacky flames. ✌

it's been a while since I've even felt like picking up my pen. but 2:30 am seemed like a good time to just throw up thoughts. pardon my crude translation of the last bit of devendra banharts' "a gain," maybe one day I'll actually learn japanese. anyways. cheers.  

feeling wispy today and listening to some gorillaz. because after all, you are my medicine when you're close to me ;).  old old old moleskine doodle. happy sunday. 

I've only just realized that my screen shot doodle of "I'm nobody's little weasel" was incorrectly spelled "I'm noboy's little weasel." I only wonder why my fifth grade teacher never failed to remind me that my spelling was atrocious everyday. thank you mrs. bird. thank you. 

This seemed appropriate. sitting in a cafe. to my left a couple sitting across from each other. muttering as their hands share secrets in sign language and silently laughing. to my right an old man in the corner sketching. I curiously looked over my shoulder as I walked by earlier and then sat down. sensing my curiosity he held up his sketch of a little bird and smiled. so mime and keys, even if it's an old one. now back to studying french. 

happy grey skies. 

hi ho happy thursday.