Upside down in Batgirl jammies....

Last week, i dreamt of friendly cockroaches in Venice...this morning, i woke following a rather disturbing dream in which everything was upside down. It was as though i was watching a television while standing on my head. uncomfortable much? hell,i even woke *feeling* uncomfortable because of it. Odd and definitely a new subconscious experience.

Now,onward to the artwork related happenings of the previous week.(i am trying to make this blog at least a bi-weekly habit hmmmm ). So,i purchased fresh new panels, finally had a few art prints made of current favorite paintings... played with my "studio" art nude experiments.. and acquired a new re-usable bag to add to my collection (extra points for it being a BLICK bag!!!) oooh! ooh ooh! mustn't forget my new Batgirl pajamas. Sketching in my Batgirl pajamas raises my badass geeky girl-artist quotient right??

Moving on... i finally wrapped by talons around Richard Milward's "Ten Storey Lovesong".Surprise surprise, it failed. Premise? Broke,druggy artist makes it big while neighbors and friends self-destruct around him,tastes fame and realizes that passion and the lovable dysfunction of the world he inhabits is truly what happiness is all about.
*yawn* sounds like an indy-fest movie script to me! Ah, but i did get a good lesson in British slang from it. My favorite new word: "Undercrackers"!

Ok..it is now 12:47 and this beast must sleep but before i go,i should mention that i will be participating in the "Undead Art Show" this summer. i have 3 pieces due in a month. OI!...a very happy "OI" but,an "OI!" nonetheless! Work work work!!! But first, i ZzZzzzZzzzzzz.......
-K

Nekkid art and bad bookage

Since last i've posted...ive endured 512 pages of "bestseller" torture (oh, the sad sad SAD tastes of the general public!) and, have been inhaling/ handling far too many toxic chemicals....(petroleum distillates must somehow be less threatening when they are odorless am i right?)

i wont speak too much about my new colorful little brain-to-hand-paper vomits,because i am still very much in "OMG im making a mess, i dont know what the FRACK im doing but i love it WOOHOO!"mode so, slight peekage will suffice for now. i do have some plans brewing for this new mixed media venture...and in my head at least, the results appear to be fabulous

Now...onward to my pointless, odious mini-rant on "The Gargoyle" by Andrew Davidson. Good Lord, What exactly *is* is the demographic for this sort of genre? oh, thats right...sweater-set wearing, sexually dissatisfied housewife/soccer mommas. Only they could appreciate a premise as obnoxious as a tortured ex male-porn star who learns to LOVE a "mysterious" pseudo-sheherezadian stranger with tacky religious tattoos. Ohhhhh spare me. i would be much more beguiled by a 4 eyed midget wearing cowboy boots walking a cricket on a leash. I should write a novel...i can see the cover letter now...Dear Walmart,sell my crap to the hoardes...i wanna make my millions!

Thankfully, i have picked up a couple of new books which will hopefully spare me any further mental trauma . *pats paperbacks lovingly*.
Ok...off i go to return to sniffing toxins and getting pastel in questionable places.
Ciaaaooo!