I call them sketched feelings. Sometimes there are no feelings attached to it, but always an inspiration behind it. Go to my older blog to see my earlier ‘Story Of A Terrible Drawing’ illustrations here: SOATD
Let me know when you’re done pretending that in your mind there was no plan that I was blindsided, kept tightly in the dark until it all made sense for your selfish little heart and my hips you no longer needed to climb. I’ll spare my pettiness, I say, but why should I? when I…
What do you do when you’re sad, happy, or angry? How do you let other people know what you’re feeling, should they need to know? Notice any patterns of behavior in the way you express your emotions? That’s your way of self-expression and it’s part of your personality. Don’t you usually feel better after you…
This is just to remind you, my dear readers, that I make these little designs, which then end up as a greeting card on Zazzle — and in other paper forms. They do the printing, mailing, etc., and the final product comes out looking really nice and cute. (Proud stationery parent over here.) You can…
We met on a social media comment section of a popular page. Arguing about each other’s point of view, we took the angry exchange to direct messaging. Well, he DM-ed me first. He said he was sorry if he came off as too aggressive, but he wanted to end the convo in good terms because I…
Some days I feel like the child of Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe, if they had had one together. I think a bit of “darkness” is all right from time to time — if we only had sunlight it’d be tough to sleep, wouldn’t it? The point is every emotion and state of being…
I am highly inspired by the inspired, and the inspiring; by the extraordinary and the sublime; by confidence and humility. And thankfully, we can find that kind of inspiration all around us. Sometimes you just have to dig a little deeper, look a little closer — perhaps from a different angle.
That’s me — the woman with the misjudged good intentions and misused overqualifications. Underestimated by many and rejected by plenty. Always seeking refuge in all the wrong arms; playing it safe just to end up with scars. That’s me.
Girl, put your records on Tell me your favorite song, You go ahead, let your hair down. Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down. You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. –Corinne Bailey Rae
On my back sometimes across the bed I lay, answers I search arms spread out, I’m down in defeat as if by doing so, life would change a bit Doesn’t it feel like the most comforting thing? Doesn’t it feel like the ceiling is listening? Maybe baring my soul for the unknown gives me some…
Here’s a little story. I remember the night of November eighth. I wanted to go to a bar, be in the middle of the action, get ready to celebrate Hillary Clinton’s victory–just as I had for Obama last two elections. But sh*t escalated quickly. My friend wanted to go to her brother’s house instead, so…
Inspired by the cover photo of Rihanna’s album, Unapologetic. I love her song “What Now” from that album, so I just sketched it one day while listening. Music is art; art is music.
We don’t have to wish it away for it often brings renewed thoughts and stems. Sure it’s already autumn and you’d rather see the leaves fall than rain drops cause frizz and chaos. The streets filled with fast-moving folks looking for shelter for their unadventurous souls. Fire can burn, but rain; rain is my friend….