Best renaissance painting ever.

"Garden of Earthly Delights" by Heironymus Bosch. It's epic.

The Link is here: Garden of Earthly Delights

best bloog:

photoshop disasters

I've become such an art nerd, today I complimented a friend's parakeet for its cerulean and cobalt feathers. Oy Vey.

<3

fucking love Charles Burns.

wacked dreams.

I had another really strange, vivid dream last night. I don't remember much, it is kind of hazy now... but:

the first part involved climbing small mountains. In the dream I was excited and exhilarated when I reached the top. I don't remember what the goal was though.

the second part involved hiking in lush, green forests. There was some kind of machine device that would take you to whatever forest scene you wanted.. and there were rows and rows of square photos of beautiful forests with lush green plants and crystal clear lakes. Really picturesque forests, the kind you want to spend all your time in.

The last part of the dream found me at a summer camp. My campers were aged 12-13 years old. There were these two campers, 12-year old girls who were inseparable friends. One was blonde and thin and the other was dark-haired. Something was "off" about the blonde one, she had a very blank, wide-eyed stare and tiny mouth that made her look sort of like a zombie.

While looking around one time, I found a door in a large expanse of white wall that I hadn't known was there. Finding it unlocked, I opened it. To my shock, the blonde girl and the dark haired girl were naked inside, and they both stared at me wide-eyed before sort of backing off into a corner. I looked around the high-ceilinged room, which looked to be an extension of the camp's building. It was dark, and covering the walls was this really creepy shrine to boobs. There were pictures of boobs all over the walls, close-ups, far-away shots, just lots and lots of boobs. Creeped out, I moved farther back into the connected rooms. They were very dark, and hanging from the ceiling of each room was a different costume, hanging horizontally as if there was a limp person hanging in the air. I distinctly remember a jester costume and a witch costume. I realized that they were having some kind of lesbian sex cult going on in there, which involved costumes, which I remember thinking was really fucked up because they were 12 years old. At that point, the blonde girl appeared behind me, and she started trying to seduce me, all the while looking at me with her creepy blank-eyed stare. I started to back away quickly towards the door, and she kept coming towards me, till I finally reached the door and ran out and slammed it behind me.

That's when I woke up.

That was seriously, seriously creepy. I already don't like middle schoolers but... sheesh.

Tommy Decker

I had this sad dream last night where I had a baby.

It wasn't a normal pregnancy, I remember I was just pregnant for 2 weeks and just popped out a baby. There weren't many details concerning that. I felt hesitant but excited, ready to embrace this new challenge. I remember at first it was a normal size baby, I named him Tommy. He was an adorable baby with bright blue eyes and an adorable smile, and I loved him instantly, I have a distinct memory of holding him in my hands and looking at his face. Then, in the rest of the dream, I remember he was shrunken so that he was a tiny baby, something that you could fit in the palm of your hand.

I had a lot of close calls where almost lost him - I left him somewhere, then came back and got him. I remember he was very cute, and he would burrow his tiny face and hands into stuff, and smile up at me. Then, at the end of the dream, I lost him. I left him somewhere, and when I came back I couldn't find him. I scoured my entire room and house looking for him, but I still couldn't find him. I was heartbroken. I went to the restaurant next door and told them to put up ads and call people in a desperate attempt to find him. Finally, some lady called me back, saying that she was so glad that she finally found the birthmother for her baby Tommy Decker. I got excited for a second, but then she said he was three years old, and I knew it couldn't be my baby, so I was sad again.

then I woke up, sad. And it still kind of depresses me to think about it. It's one of those dreams where the person you dream up is so vivid that when you wake up you kind of miss them. That's what it feels like with Tommy.

I have never wanted a baby. I have never liked babies. I have never been able to understand the concept of someone hating babies but only loving her own. But I think I get it now.

a dream like this has to be symbolic for something, right?

vey and oy

I was thinking... maybe I should stop fooling myself and realize that I am never going to be able to accomplish the whole "understated" style thing that I want. I don't think understated is even in my list of (limited) art vocabulary. Maybe I should just make ridiculous art all the time, instead of trying to make it look "good" or realistic, or trying to invent a style that just isn't mine. I'm growing into this new style and aesthetically it is pleasing but then I'm scared that my old style, which I have always hated but am now nostalgic for for some reason, is going to go completely away and I am going to be an illustration-bot. Man I am fickle. I don't know what I want, ever.

I just want to be good at drawing pictures. that's all I need. that and Sleep. which I am currently not getting. so bye.

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'nuff said, I think.

good god.

The Media makes me want to kill myself.