comiiiccc

made a HUUUGE one page comic for wonderlust but of course i missed the deadline... its too big to scan anyhow :/

bored... hot guys? bc its so rare i draw them well

rrr.. i messed up when inking. i was suposed to make his left shoulder lower than the other... oops.




fail...



a girl just bc..?

drawerinks :o

DRAWERINKS

busy busy busy

This is probably the most busy i've ever been in my entire life. the time i usually spend procrastinating has now actually been filled with actual working. any free time i have is spent sleeping. Except for writing this. This is procrastination. BUT it was an active choice i made to procrastinate and write this because my blog hasnt been updated in forever and i really need to take a break.

its junior year at SVA and that means thesis time. im not really sure how to feel about my thesis class this year. i actually work in class now which is odd since usually ive spent that time last year silently crying to myself abt how horrible i am at art or disracting myself from my inner turmoil by acting stupid with friends. my teacher this year is eh. he knows his shit and hes an excellent teacher when it comes to learning text bookish things about comics and techniques but i dont really like his teaching style or his critiques. this makes me sad bc hes super super hot and i really want to love him as a teacher but i dont think thats possible. hes not pushing me to be the best i can be. im harder on myself than he is. and my visual story telling is suffering real bad because of it. or it would if i didnt have a bf whos awesome at visual story telling. i also dont like that he spends so much time going over the readings he sends us via email that he never has any time to critique us one on one. hes always rushing and usually he doesnt even make it to everyone before the end of class. we used to have partner critiques and i always got partnered with this dipshit who couldnt help me at all. then i complained and it changed. but still i really feel like im on my own in this class. its too late to switch out tho :/ maybe i should just stay after class like ian so i can really have an in depth discussion abt my work.

dis some of my pencils. im doing a sci-fi futuristic dystopian velveteen rabbit thing.

idk why its turning my pics on the side.. its very annoying. ill try to fix it later.

LOL i found this going through my old email

this is an explanation i wrote for a story that i sent in for a writing contest back in high school. i was inspired by invader zim (and by inspired i mean stole LOL jkjk) and based my chars around zim and dib. i however left the chars nameless. maan i cant write or analyze for shit anymore. and this wasnt even "good" writing this was like average and i still cant even reach this level. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.......


I wanted to choose something out of the ordinary, something that would force people to go back and read the whole story over again, because God knows you couldn’t swallow all of it the first time. When it comes to writing short stories, I find that the story is most effective if the characters are highly developed. My interest in writing also sparked form observing the way people’s relationships are woven together and the way personalities bounce off one another. My main goal is to weasel my way into a characters psyche and somehow develop from that a situation that would reveal them for what they truly are. All my stories focus on two characters at most experiencing some kind of epiphany, but in this story, I find, the characters have the most unusual gut wrenching relationship of all. They are enemies, one is alien and one is human. Both are unbelievably loyal to their races and both are abandoned; one for unknown reasons and the other was alone from the very beginning. Both being too afraid of feeling vulnerable to admit they have nothing left to live for, they block out the rest of the world, fighting with each other as if it were some kind heroic movie or drug they use to escape their horrible reality. Year after year of doing the same thing, they come to find their hatred for each other no longer exists and the only reason they haven’t yet committed suicide is because of the other. Without the hatred that had carved their rivalry in stone, they no longer know where they stand in regards to the other. They are not friends because they cannot stand each other, they do not love because they are too proud, and they no longer hate because they need each other. Their relationship is a self gratuitous one; they feed off the other’s obsession, taking only what satisfies them, until the very end when they discover that what they have done was pointless, and a tacit understanding settles in between them. At times it may be difficult to discern between the two since no names are given, however that was done intentionally to show how alike they really are, that “they are the same” person and undeniably soul-mates.

ok no more griping. (promise).

so ive been making these lately...

so im sick at home for this spring break. major suckage. ive been making these weird people things out of clay.









for monica.


lol for chris.

IM NEVER GOING TO BE ORIGINAL T__T

i made this jellyfish costume for holloween freshman year of college


AND LOOK WHAT I FIND TODAY -__-



i want to make this dress :C BUT SOMEONE ELSE PROBABLY MADE IT ALREADY xC




AND THIS IS MY FUTURE WEDDING DRESS LOL

crappyy coomiic

a rlly shitty comic i did for story telling. idk if u can read it bc the pics i took are rlly awful and blurry and im way to lazy to put the effort into taking better ones.




UGH i hate these two pages ^^^ *BARF*