...who teases me for my sweet tooth. I'm not so quick with words, so here's my comeback.
I'm Stressed. I think I should leave Earth for a bit.
Here I come my infinite friends!
Up up into midair!
Past Solar Systems and Galaxies - what is this? A fuzzy planet?
Some seriously strong gravity for a ball of lint...
Am I in an eyeball? What is this black ball?
Guess it didn't like that
It's so...quiet. What to do, what to do...
*sniff* ooo? I guess I am hungry...
Shooting star taxi, take me back to earth, I want all the smells and sights and textures
Ahhh, the smell of home, that's what it was
Squeezing out my hair and looking around - so many colours, so much light and so much life...and that's just the grass!
After washing off the asteroid dust, I catch a glimpse of myself as a fuzzy ball. Maybe if I sneeze it's because a little lost person is floating around in my house
The Earth is a wonderful and colourful place, now that I look around with open eyes. Next time I leave it's to explore the colours of space.
Colour portrait placemat of my brother in law
Colour portrait placemat of my sister
June 2013 -June 2014
This journal documents in spontaneous sketches thoughts and experiences that were important for me to document. I made it a rule to only draw when I needed to, and this is the result. Some more 'finished' drawings still in shipment. However, these are my mind and life in raw form during a transitional year of constant moving, surviving the most expensive city in the US (San Francisco), and of often working 7 days a week for months at a time.
One of the last entries in the book, in the front page, my friend Leonie drew this of me while I sketched her. One of my greatest works of art is not my making, but a gift, and that is of a beautiful friendship of deep love and trust.
"My spirit is a full set of teeth. It needs to be used to process what I ingest. But it also needs to be brushed and flossed."
Not as Planned
I wanted to cut ties. Instead they tore along with heart strings. Life lessons are gruellingly inspiring.
How I Imagine myself with Lyla
That's me with my first nanny job looking after a restless 2 month old. In my mind I sketched myself as I stood by the window, calming her with the view of the swaying trees tossing in the incessant San Francisco wind.
We've all thought this on the train. Come on.
That moment the child stops crying and starts purring. Delicious.
Blood Sweat and Smiles
I'm blessed and I know it. I'm blessed just the right amount though.
My First Room - a Closet
Yep - I lived in a closet. This was my view out of my lack of window.
The foot of my bed
And in living in a closet, I could talk to my clothy friends, no heads but some expressive shoulders.
I love peeling the grass from my elbow and seeing the indentation. I love pulling out ingrown hair. I love moving clumps of grass and seeing the wet brown underneath. I love squeezing puss out of a sore, watching the hole clear. I love plucking out my tonsil stones. I love pulling a crusty dried snot and it's long with a wet end, maybe even some hairs if I'm lucky.
I'm enjoying imagining doing the same to some of the artifacts in my heart.
When you're stuck on a 2 hour train to have a conversation you don't want to have. Anticipation is a real pain in the gut.
My Own Best Enemy
English Theatre, Frankfurt
Smoke? Soil? Fire? Forest?
Just one of those thousand-year-long minutes
The Earth is Smaller than an Atom
And your body is as big as the universe.
Eating on my own in Frankfurt.
What story should I fabricate if someone sat next to me and asked, why alone? What are you doing?
Layover in Frankfurt, going to Singapore for a show opening. I make work about waiting.
Oh? Where are you from?
I love Toronto, whereabouts?
Erm. This is a different Toronto, in Kansas.
You should have specified.
Given that my imagination could do anything it chose frightfully mediocre.
Converse Costume Idea
I love the Sun.
After months of San Francisco chill and wind and fog, the warm prevailing sun was my hero.
He hiked with me in the Sunol Wilderness, not telling me that he a horrible illness that day. In trying to be considerate you are selfish.
Tree. Sunol, Ca.
Hungry on the Train
and my handy Jansport.
Grant Playing Video Games
Reflection in a High-Speed Train
Bottles from Cole
Meanwhile, sketched of Nola at the beach. And Pooh's honeypot.
Nola at the Beach
Argument front of this sculpture
How fitting. Am I the snake or the lioness?
Cherry Tree in Heidelberg
SF Muni Mullings
HUNGER is a mortal's best friend.
The terrible thoughts
remind you of
the devil you could become;
the restraint make you
grateful for the saint.
How to Draw a Hill?
I hope they don't see this....
Leaf, Fish, Fish
The one of the right can read souls
Huge leave, big fern tree next to it. Still looks tiny.
It is creepy?
Is it creepy to draw the back of someone's head? Intermission to "The Collector" Frankfurt Theatre.
Nola at La Boulange
Trace my hand! She put the nails on. And the circle on the palm. Collaborating with a 3-year old is indeed one of those joys in life.
Title to the following several pages of writing - from "The Greatest Salesman in the World" - in and of itself an interesting piece of literature. Greatly abused by one of my landlords as a way to control his tenants. Yes, I accidentally lived in a cult for 3 months.