Thursday, May 24, 2012


love. hate. fear. betrayed. happy. depressed. trust. success. hope. all too often i forget the weight behind these words and throw them around like empty shells of their former selves. and sometimes that frightens me, because i fear that i've forgotten what these words really mean.

Monday, May 21, 2012

if the stars should appear.

but once every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

- ralph waldo emerson

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Sunday, May 20, 2012

[colors] series - silver.

"mamma, i don't wanna go to sleep," the little girl whines, tugging at her mother's dress. 

"why not?" she asks, stroking her daughter's fine brown hair. 

"because it's dark," she says, "and i'm scared of the dark." 

her mother leaves and returns with a handful of sparkling [silver] glitter, and at first the young girl is confused but she watches, enthralled, as her mother sends the glitter whirling through the air, tumbling through space like millions of diamond shards.

"there," her mother says, brushing the last of the sparkles off her hands, "it's not dark anymore, dear, for tonight you sleep amongst the stars."

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

waiting for summer - polyvore.

here's the look on polyvore.

the improbability of existence.

here's a piece i did recently for class - it's pencil, sharpie pen, and marker on sketchbook paper. unfortunately, the paper is just a bit larger than my scanner so about one centimeter is cut off of the right side. 

the idea behind this was largely inspired by this [link] (concept-wise) and this [link] (design-wise). 

the main focus is this slightly distorted face - it has two right eyes, its nose is crooked and just off center, its lips are also at a slight angle - the picture is intended to explore the concept of infinity and improbability. 

i know little to nothing about infinity or set theory but the whole idea fascinates me. it is fun to think about just how immensely vast and unimaginably big the world is. the just-slightly-off face followed this idea in that had one tiny thing been changed, or one miniscule alteration of the past had been made, you wouldn't exist exactly as you are now, in fact you might not exist at all. the sheer idea of there being an infinite number of ways of how the universe could've formed and how the mere existence of each and every person defies every law of probability ever made is confusing and bewildering and beautiful. 

i tried to illustrate the idea of infinity in this picture with several fractals (sierpinski triangle, apollonian gasket, and an interesting square patterm that i'm sure has a name but i don't know it), as well as incorporating the idea of nature (trees, butterfly, bee, snail) to further this idea of imperfection - no two leaves, blades of grass, flower petals, feathers, or spiderwebs will ever be identical. i can go outside and pick up any stone or twig and say without a doubt that no one else has or ever will have something that is exactly like this. it is interesting for me to escape the everyday routine of life and stop for a moment to marvel at the improbability of our existence.   

spring journal.

here's something i've been doing lately and intend to continue for each coming season -

i made it out of random bits of things i found throughout my house - two pieces of cardboard from a box of granola bars that i covered in magazine pictures for the front and back cover, eight index cards for the pages, and embroidery floss and duct tape to hold it all together. 

i added in bits of lace, fortune cookie fortunes, quotes, whatever inspired me at the moment.

a few pages also have some instagram photos that i printed out and glued in. i was also fond of pressing and drying flowers, as well as doing small watercolors on extra scraps that i had laying around.

another favorite page of mine - these two pages are quite blue - the dress is hand drawn (one of the few fashion pictures i've attempted) and there's also a polyvore up in the corner.

great things to put in journals - poetry, quotes, magazine cutouts, drawings, photography, leaves, flowers, fabric, paint chips, tissue paper, lace, feathers, clothing tags, string, old maps, sheet music, ticket stubs, stamps (postal, rubber, or otherwise), the possibilities are nearly endless...

this is great for whenever i need some inspiration or just want something cool to look at.

enjoy and stay creative.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

looking for.


i am not looking for beautiful things.
rather, i am looking for beauty in the everyday,
the common, the casually-glanced-at-but-soon-forgotten.
and once you start looking, you start to see that it is everywhere -
in the curl of a leaf, the weather-beaten brick, the flicker of a candle.
so be an artist today
and show the world what you think is beautiful.  

photography by me

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

things of the moment III.

1) in rainbows album by radiohead - i am so very addicted to this album.

2) bleach tie-dyed shorts - today i cut and dyed my own shorts using this technique and instructions from here. pictures to come after they're dry.

3) strawberries - i've been eating strawberries nonstop for the past week or two - so delicious.

4) picture show - is my new favorite iphone app. it's like instagram but so much better. the possibilities are practically endless.

5) halley's comet by orly - i don't really care that this is supposed to be a summer color, i wear this all year round. it's so multidimensional and sparkly and reminds me of ocean water.

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Monday, May 14, 2012

in the in between - a poem.

i am sitting at the station,
waiting for a train that’s never coming back.
it seems like an eternity since anything’s come down these
with nothing left but my frail and fading memories,
it’s almost as if i’d imagined it ever existing in the first place.

i am in the in between,
drifting between asleep and awake,
floating from this world to the next
and back again.
yearning for the sky,
but chained indefinitely to the ground.
trying to scream,
but finding silence in place of sound.

i am waiting for the train,
a train that will take me away from these shades of grey
into inky black or piercing white.
a train that’s stopped here once before,
i could’ve gotten on but i was afraid,
and now it is gone forever,
like a shooting star – burning bright for just a moment,
but leaving behind a sky darker than ever before.

i am waiting,
walking lonely railroad ties
creaking metal and crunching gravel
with my every step.
in the in between,
caught between giving up
and holding on.   

Sunday, May 13, 2012

spring picnic - polyvore.

it seems like great weather for a picnic - here's the look on polyvore: link

[colors] series - golden yellow.

he is usually not one to mope around, depressed, but today is different - things will never be the same again...but he does not want to hear that, he does not want to think about her or anything that ever had to do with her because her memory is too painful to bear. 

but try as he may, he cannot stop thinking about her and that is why he is here, in the place they used to call "theirs" but is now only "his," her colored pencils still scattered on the desk beside a half-finished sketch, as if she has gotten up for a cup of coffee and will return any moment now. 

he pulls out a fresh sheet of paper and does the only thing he seems to be able to do - he draws her - capturing every detail perfectly, as if she was sitting in front of him.

[golden yellow] for her blond hair that never stayed in place, icy blue for her bright eyes, soft pink for her flushed cheeks and classic smirk - he finishes the drawing and puts her pencils away neatly, just like she always used to do. 

holding up the drawing, he crumples it up in a fit of anger and despair - it looks like her but it is not her - he throws it away, tears streaming down his face, he whispers although he knows there is no one there to hear him, 'we were supposed to grow old together...'  


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