Nothing Romantic

12 07 2011

“You know,” I told my Dad earlier today, “There is nothing romantic about a summer rain in Seattle. Rain is only romantic if you live somewhere where it doesn’t rain ALL THE TIME.”
He nodded and grabbed his Snapple. “Yep. Rain is only romantic when it’s in a song about someone else.”

Needless to say, we’re on our third rainstorm today and it’s getting old fast.

In other news, I’m watching parts of “Kill Bill”. It’s pretty much just as weird and bloody as I remember. Suddenly I recall why I never sat through the whole thing in the first place. Also, what’s up with the asian kid in the plaid skirt? Did plaid suddenly become big in Asia? Lots of Scottish people wandering over for really good sticky rice and then forgetting to leave? Also, someone should tell her that her weapon was a poor choice. Things that work on inertia are insanely difficult to control.

In case you hadn’t figured it out yet, this is one of those stream-of-consciousness posts that happen when I’m too awake to sleep but not creative enough to paint.

Just watched a couple of really impressive martial arts movies: Ip Man and Ip Man 2. They’re both on Netflix instant watch if you want to check them out. Best part is that they are based on a true story. Second best part is that they are gloriously sparse on wire work. I detest martial arts movies that rely on wire work. (Another reason not to like Kill Bill). If you are going to make a movie about fighting the fighting should at least APPEAR realistic. Wire work is great for things like Matrix, where you are expected to suspend disbelief. But if the physics looks off in a real martial arts movie I get irritated and stop watching. Note- I’ve always been like this, even before I’d ever taken a Kempo lesson.

(Can someone remind me why Lucy Lui is the bad guy? I’m having trouble figuring out the stare-down that is happening right now…)

I just gave up on Kill Bill. Too boring. (Yes, I said BORING).

Basically my life has devolved (evolved?) into Kempo and painting. Supposedly I still have a job but I haven’t been there in four or five days so work is fading into a dim memory. The blessed haze of forgetfulness has settled over my memories of the box office, the house managing and most of all the lobby attending. Instead of work I work out. Thrice yesterday and a really intense weight day today mean that my body is gloriously gelatinous. Tomorrow I’m getting up and going for an hour long run. Hooray! (Means I get to use my new running watch!)

I’ve been working on some writing stuff lately, too, and lots of drawing. Also, I’m feeling my feelings to the best of my ability. Which is hard, because I have a lot of feelings these days.

Back to drawing. So long and thanks for all the fish!





In Defense of You

21 03 2011

Or “Why You Should Unleash Your Creative Side”

I’ve said it before and not infrequently, but I am a big advocate of the Creative inside each person I meet. We live in a culture where creativity is often looked at askance. Graffiti, street musicians, musical theatre, girls who tap dance around Seattle parks, the guy with the tri-coloured faux-hawk, all are viewed with vague distrust. Moreover, the people who never grow up (like me) and are therefore more inclined to Public Displays of Creativity (PDC) are at best whimsical and at worst strange.  Read the rest of this entry »





I tell my stories…

9 03 2011

Some of you have already heard about my cat’s recent artistic escapade. For the uninitiated I’m going to tell the story again so beware.

About ten years ago my sister brought home a little all-black kitten and named the creature Isabelle. She proved early to be a poorly socialized fraidy-cat. (Isabelle, not Jennifer). Not to mention neurotic, needy and the only bulimic animal I have ever met. That said, as far as cats go she’s all I have so I try not to complain too much. And, to be generous, she’s the most beautiful domestic shorthair I’ve ever seen.

The other day I had the house to myself and so indulged in a glorious orgy of painting. At one point I was on the floor getting ready to do a priming coat on the latest painting. Isabelle was chasing shadows and attacking the cardboard that covers the floor. I was pretty much ignoring her and began putting paint splotches onto the canvas. The cat, in a heated moment of kitten-ness, watched me put a splotch down and POUNCED.

On to the wet paint.  Read the rest of this entry »





Angels in the White Space

3 02 2009

Done while in North Carolina. Given to Michael because he asked for it.  (See how I worked in a biblical principle just there…?)

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I rethought the two-blog thing

16 10 2008

I got a little tired of having two blogs. If I could figure out a way I’d just import everything from that one to this. Since I can’t, I will just start posting my art stuff here.

This is a horse head that I doodled in my freshman year of high school. This was back when I first learned to draw and I worked really hard on this piece. It’s graphite on sketching paper.

As to other news… I spent a wonderful weekend in Spokane with my dearest friend, Erin. We went to Phantom of the Opera, watched movies, hung out with her family and ate pizza. I find visits to her house to be wonderfully refreshing. I always come home feeling both sad because I miss my friend and completely renewed.

This week I went into Seattle with Michael Carr, took a few naps and did a little work. I’ve got three shifts at Village this week and then I’m off to California for a week!

I have to go practice piano right now. There is NO TIME TO WASTE!





Photos ala Nikki

1 12 2007

HERE is a link to one of my roomie’s flickr accounts. If you want to see some great pics from NZ this is the place to go.

Dad- I know you don’t like clicking links but this one is worth it.

I spent 2.5 hours tonight working on Badger’s tattoo designs and Nikki took pics and is going to put them on her account. Ya’ll should check it out and see my wicked tatt skillz.