Tea Time of DOOM!

It's always good to catch up with old friends over tea and crumpets. Ya know, kvetch about work, share the latest gossip, oh no she DIN'T!

buy it:
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=37401596

HELL YEAH shirt!! woot!

What to do, what to do? You really want, need, must HAVE that triple-scoop ice-cream cone, but your arms are too darn short to handle it! Use your noodle and get some use out of those old salad tongs... oh hell yeah!

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=37132838

tra la la hooray.
and i am not sick anymore, thanks for asking.

Bleaahhhhhh

Weekly shirt is taking a break due to too many shows and things to do combined with too much puking. I'll get one up soon, i promise.

until then, wonton soup and bad movies!

i leave you with a pretty picture of pretty san francisco being pretty.

Take Out Menagerie

I've set up a new blog to collect the doodles I put on people's to-go boxes at work... if this tickles your fancy, check it out!

http://takeoutmenagerie.blogspot.com/

Weekly Shirt Woo!

Bang hooray and woo observe the magic!

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=36159953

Weekly Shirt

The weekly shirt is here! Check it out.
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=35493964

Kaboom!

whew.

december shall henceforth be known as the month of MADNESS.
This next week goes as follows:

dec 2: gregory show! (omg omg omg)
dec 3: drop off art at shag:
-divis art walk, 8 pm... be a booze-mistress.

dec 4: cookie party--bake cookies, stuff face, repeat.

dec 5: shag salon fashion show! be a model, lose hair, drink.
dec 6: ironside staff party/work at swankety. chance of attendance at work party: low.
dec 7-11: make stuff, work, freak out some more.
dec 12: root division holiday sale
onward: breathe. pretend to take a break. overload with self with more projects that *might* create progress in this whole career-mess. repeat.

good lord. they didn't warn me about this career path in high school.
superhero time! grrr...

Shirt of the Week!

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=35013880

It's funny and cute and nerdy and sad... all at once! How can you live without it?
Now you don't have to...
Come and get it!

etsy and crittertastic fun times!

New stuff is up on etsy (http://www.etsy.com/shop/pixiebird)... well, some of it is old stuff, but it may be new to you and it is newly available... so it counts, right? Also, keep your eyes peeled for new shirts to be unveiled, woo!

Valencia Hoodie!

Postcards: the Silly set.

Postcards: the Arty set!

Alright, that's all. I have to return to working on a super-secret logo project for a super-secret person. And I need to paint. I have these 3 paintings that are SO CLOSE and i just haven't finished them off. And they are needed soon for a holiday show at SHAG hair salon (hell yeah!) so I need to get my shit together. and i have a headache. and a mild hangover. and all eloquence has left the building. Off to procure coffee! Stay tuned!

Serendipity...

My camera is lost in the wilds of my life somewhere... it's amazing how not having the ability to take photos to illustrate my thoughts derails my timely blog-updating. Everything I've been doing requires pictorial accompaniment. In words only form: APE was AWESOME. I met a lot of amazing artists, sold some stuff, had the coolest table-mate ever (lots of maniacal giggling and drawing was involved)...I LOVE seeing my work on actual, living, walking people... it's extremely gratifying. I also got the COOLEST $10 piece of art... which of course I'm DYING to put a damn picture of up, but NOOOOO... in any case it's a doodle of Death with a party hat and a cupcake and a speech bubble with a heart! Clearly this artist and I are on a cosmic cute-death trip. My new mission is to collect all cute deaths I find... they will be mine.

The My Trick Pony show went well; again, great to see my creatures going out into the world. Nearly everyone I know in the city showed up, too, so it was pretty much a cheap-wine fun-fest of bawdy, mouthy peet's types... I love you kids.

Ironside is eating all my time. It's much more gratifying work, but is a real 40+ hour/week job, which changes my art-making time. The good news is that I work 9-5 like a "normal" person... now I just have to learn to motivate myself to paint and make between 6 and 10 pm instead of lying in a heap refusing to do anything. Really though, I ain't complaining. Job feeds me, provides me a phone, lets me set my schedule, and the owners and chef are beyond cool...what a relief.

Pekoe is buried in a heap of blankets on the bed, grumbling and growling at some hapless canine walking by outside. As I type this, I have a steady soundtrack of "rrrghhhRRRrrRRRRrrhhhhRHrhrghhhh....."

And the newest excitement! I'm joining ranks with the amazing folk of Swankety Swank on Divis. (in NOOOPA... oooOooh...) I'll be selling various, um, stuff! And if you've been paying attention, you know that's a lot of ... stuff. I discovered Swankety Swank and Yabette, the fabulous proprietress, in one of those completely serendipitous moments, which, in my experience, is usually San Francisco's way of telling me something. I had a very poignant moment with a construction sign once...

Whee!

Sans my camera, I leave you with a few photos from my crappy camera phone...

I make to-go food fun!

DEMON POPSICLE

best. street art. ever.

Hello APE'rs!

Hello to anyone and everyone who may be wandering in from the APE aftermath... I swear and promise I'll have images of available custom designs up soon, and I'll get some up on etsy for easier ordering, etc. Until then, if you happen to know what you want (ie: the grey fish hoodie), simply shoot me and email and it shall be done!

xoxo

dramatic time has set in...

It's a wonderfully grey and coasty day... they kind of day where i am constantly reminded that i am in an ocean-bounded city, constantly nostalgia-pulted into memories of Maine and my time on the Right Coast; the mono-tonal moistness that Portland so often wears. There's something dramatically satisfying about clomping around a rainy coast-town in a long coat and boots; something cozy and comforting that all the beauty of sunny days just can't touch. I'm suddenly in fall and holidays and making soup and bread with friends, missing my seasons but happy in my fog. Sometimes i forget to remember to be happy, what with all the stress of money and career and "the big questions" of one's 20's. My own artistic and personal demons; the pressure and demands i put on myself, the criticisms and dissatisfactions i experience that are even more enraging for the fact that i KNOW that i create them...if i could only let go they'd just... disappear. in any case, it's a pretty cool thing i'm getting to do, really; living in San Francisco, making it work as i go... even if it isn't what i thought i could/should/would be doing at this age. The air feels good. I have people that love me. I have a good coat and boots to stomp in. It's gonna be ok.

MORE moping! jeezus!

dratted hormones. dratted moods.

i've done not much today except sit on the floor and make sparkly sculpey earrings... basically a glorified way to say that i'm being 5 and rolling snakes and covering in glitter. which i'd take a picture of for you but my camera is elsewhere.

when the constant is you, sometimes you don't notice how much everything has changed.

whine mope boo.

i miss my little red closet. i spent so much time and energy on and in it and we were together such a short while. sigh. i'm always moving forward and always missing what i've left behind.

whiney whine...

sometimes i think my vivid memory is more curse than blessing.

see? SEE?

THIS is what happens when you forget to post for a while... the amount of stuff to show and tell is too daunting and you damn-near give up. it's like when an old high school pal shows up on facebook and says "OMG what's up how ARE you?" and you think "i adore this person (or not) and would love to reconnect but how the FUCK can i condense 10 years into a convenient sound bite that won't a: take me all day or b: drive me mad in the retelling"...and then pretty soon you're in a corner singing to yourself and hiding from the demon beast that is facebook. but i digress.

what the hell have i been up to?

Lots of emotional ups and downs... love and stress and all those pesky big-life-questions. Corporate coffee (did i mention i work for corporate coffee?) gets increasingly corporate... to the point that i am transferring stores, which is a little like trading in a Pontiac for a Buick, but it's worth a shot.

...aaaaand this is how i feel about it.

I am apparently (because I applied, really, but i never expected to get accepted) to be exhibiting at APE this year. EEK! terrror! guess it's time to MAKE something for that soon. Details to follow as soon as i stop hyperventilating.

I have a show at My Trick Pony in SF this October... I'm October's featured designer... ooooooooohhhhh! So 10 or so of my designs will be available for purchase printed on your choice of luxurious t-shirt... I think it's local only to SF though, so if anyone is actually reading this and wants one, let me know and i'll make it happen. I'll post the designs in full soon. For now, here's my favorites:

I'm still painting, but that's on the proverbial back burner for now. My roomate-nigh-unto-brother Evan recently purchased a mannequin for our humble abode. At first I thought the idea was creepy... but then he brought home DOLORES (although her name keeps changing depending on Evan's mood... she's Dolores to me.) She's elderly, her paint is cracked, and she's only got one arm (well, technically she has two, but they're both left arms so only one fits on her body... so she's got oned arm and we have a disembodied arm holding some fruit in our kitchen)...but we love her. She stands in the corner of our hallway and scares visitors with her 6-foot presence of aloof, 1-armed hotness. Nothing phases Dolores.

Dolores contemplating life on our roof.

Working.

Working hard.

True Love.

Most. Hipster. Photo. Ever.

The start of Dolores' epic tattoo.


And i'll be designing some logos for the most-fabulous GlitterGirl of Temple of Poi fame soon. If i like them i'll show them to you.

Oh, and lovely Cynthia linked to me on her blog! I have never met her, but I love her forever.
http://www.cmykaboom.com/2009/08/link-kaboom-37.html
Check it, and her, out!

How is it possible that i am so busy and yet so broke?
There's them pesky life-questions again.
Okay i think i covered most of it. i can come out of my corner and get back on facebook again.

...i really can't. my eyes fee like they're peeled grapes.

more therapy through mockery...

... and after it all, I saw the new Harry Potter. Achievements ran high.

the pumpkin room!

and as per request, here's my messy/cozy new room. why oh why wasn't i born a more organized person? yes, dad, i will eventually get a picture of the front of the house.

stupid not sleeping disease...

here it is... 6:23 am. what the hell am i doing up? falling asleep was a nightmare of stiff necks, twisted backs, restless legs and even more restless mind. eventually coaxed myself to sleep around 2 am, listening to a lois lowry audiobook, lying flat on my back with a pillow bunched under the base of my skull and my hands tucked into my armpits. woke up thrashing in the blankets at 5:45. ah well, let's look on the bright side. i got to see the sun rise... oh wait, no i didn't, it's too absurdly foggy and gloomy. that wasn't a very good job of bright-siding. in any case i did go to the roof with pekoe and stand around blinking into the mist for a while, which i suppose was poetic in it's own, foggy way. now i'm eating granola on my bed, slurping sanani and wishing i'd had the forethought to go partake of breakfast at boulange to reward myself for being up so early and for a change of scenery from these 4 walls. oh well, i really can't afford to eat out, maybe i'll go have, like, tea there later. anyway, here's my view of the (lack of) sunrise:

siiiigh. dammit, san francisco.

further doodles...

the house is sort of together. pictures soon, i promise. my days feel sort of strung out and compressed, all at once... one of the less obvious downsides to not making any money off one's art (yet... yet!) is that i'm constantly brainstorming artistic pursuits, things i could make, etc. that MIGHT make money. this may sound like a good thing, but really it mostly seems to equal distraction, being overwhelmed and guilt at not achieving or pursuing everything. SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND PAINT, FOOL!

ahem...

anyway, here's a shoe. I've given up on trying to do as many of these for now... eating too much time. clearly i may have commitment issues. anyway, more doodles for your titillation coming up, one way or another.

hot.

...it's true.

angst and doodling

drawing and self-mockery as therapy...yes.

shoe!

tuesday!
schadenfreude!
yes!

why, hipsters, why?

because i'm playing hooky from work today...

because i'm having a hard time focusing...

because free-range hipsters have overtaken the city...

just because...

shoe...

...after a hiatus for insanity. i gave myself the weekend off for an art show and a lease signing, amongst other madness. i sold a piece! The Bang Fish will be moving on to a new home. Point for me in the ongoing art-quest, no matter how small...

shoe!

Bang!

I'm getting all choked up letting this one go now. Can you tell I'm new to this "selling" thing?

shoe!

daily shoe.

Today's mental exercise has been: let it be ugly. Let yourself not like it. Who cares if it's shit? Just keep your hands moving and stop trying to make everything so polished and beautiful. I have a feeling this will be tomorrow's exercise, too...

shoe:

...the city

...just a few shots from a wonderfully misty-fog night...

this was the corner I turned on to get the house I was staying in recently... funny how not really having a home makes you find the solace of home in other things... in a 2 week span I got very attached to this corner; this corner meant home.

walking "home"... you can't really see in the photo, sadly, but there's a SNES and a Sega Genesis controller tied together and thrown over those power lines. Awesome.

love love love...

I love, revel in, and adore the music of Gregory Alan Isakov. He's a lovely, soft-spoken gentleman too, and everytime I've had the opportunity to talk to him I babble and act a fool. How do you talk to someone that you know intimately in art but in reality not at all? How do you convey the immense waves of feeling and inspiration that they've summoned from your every pore without sounding like an awkward, unfortunate groupie? If anyone knows, please share your wisdom. SIIIIGHHHHHHH...

shoes!

In the spirit of keeping myself moving and making, I'm starting a series of shoes... just glorified sketches, really, but I want to be creating SOMETHING everyday, and, oh my god! SHOES!

today's shoe:

and if anyone is into this "music" stuff, Gregory Alan Isakov's new album, like all of them, is amazing and makes my toes curl with sad-bastard glee. Love.