A Transformer-Robot-Dinosaur who makes art.
I make things. This is a process blog/art journal of things I make, things that inspire me, and things that I like.
My ongoing letter project:
someonetowriteto.tumblr.com
My bow tie production line:
callmecornelius.tumblr.com
DFTBA
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Is benedict cumberbatch unintentionally doing the vlog brothers sign here?
What is happening…where is this...
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Have you ever wanted to own a non-original-art-price version of any of my paintings? Well you’re in luck, because I’ve finally gotten my butt in...
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my mom is super into comparing dog sizes now
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my mom got her puppy, she named it milly (which is not any of the names I suggested)
I keep forgetting that while I am close, I am not yet a functioning human being impersonator.
Life of a transformer-robot-dinosaur is tough, you guys.
Last night I played Cards Against Humanity with some great people (the lovely Amanda and Hillary amongst them), and we had a “random card” for every round. I was the only one who picked the random card, and the three times it happened were just so perfect/perfect for me, we all agreed there must have been a Gay Poltergeist in the room.
Gay Poltergeist is my spirit animal. I’ll follow him anywhere.
i filmed two VEDA videos today, but have yet to post either of them.
and i’m not gonna.
because today was awful and needs to end as soon as possible.
as soon as i have eaten a cinnamon roll and read 100 pages of harry potter while my space heater makes my room 30 degrees.
as soon as after that.
Tomorrow ends my hiatus from [thesis] work. I wouldn’t say I’ve been on vacation for the past two weeks: having major life-changing surgery is not a vacation. It’s a major life event on-going process thing. And it’s been hard.
But thesis is far from over. No wait. Actually, it’s rapidly coming to a close and I still have things to do: edit photos, format my documentation book, build a mock-up display model, apply for studio space, submit things to a couple of group shows and scholarships, sort out that one final summer course I have to take so I can finally bloody graduate. Phew. Yep, all that in about a week.
My final critique/thesis defence is on the 17th; after that, it’s allllllll Grad Show prep. With the obvious exception of Seannukkah.
Oh April: you such a crazy month of change. And happenings. Be good to me, okay? And as for all you dears: you’ve been lovely as always. Whether you know me IRL or not: [insert sappy human sentiment].
Cheers.
My initial VEDA video, in which I do t-rex arms a lot. I don’t know if you know this, but my surgery was to make me into a t-rex. Like: even more so.
I’ve only been in Muskoka for two days (post surgery) and already I am so bored. I need to be doing things but I can’t. So hopefully this will stave off boredom and keep me occupied.
Please let me know if you want to see me talk about anything in particular! Otherwise I will result to weird ramblings and odd puppet shows. Which… yeah, I’ll probably just do that anyways.
Cheers!
A update for my lovely followers:
Surgery was fine and I’m doing well! I look pretty gross here, but that’s what major surgery and not showering will do to you. You can still kind of see where the surgeon drew on me with Sharpie, marking cut lines/lining up where to cut. Reminded me of how some of my studio mates work, while drafting wearable things or sculpting stuff out of other stuff.
My life is strange. Also wonderful.
I am at my parents’ house in Bracebridge for the next three weeks. We’ll be doing a short stint in Montreal this weekend, for my surgery/rehabilitation, and then my parents will look after me while I go through the most intense part of recovery.
BUT: I couldn’t leave Wat and Ro in Toronto. So I am now realizing I’m the creepiest creep, and the extent of my strangeness is even beyond what I thought, because I don’t actually find this weird.
Anyways, surgery is on Thursday, and I want to vomit I am so scared/excited. Also: yeah right trying to sleep until they anesthetize me.
Is my last thesis class.
Is my last EVER studio monitor shift (after two amazing years).
And by this time next week, I’ll be OUT of surgery.
But, you know, no big deal or anything.
*vomits*
How to make the best of walking with a cane.
I am ready for change,
I am ready for change.
I am too comfortable in my life; I want upheaval.
Maybe if I say these things enough, I will feel them.
Rather than just feeling scared about all that’s going to be happening and changing in the next one, two, three months of my life.
Change that is both exciting and terrifying.
Where I feel both paralyzed and restless.
Nervous for the things I know will change, and sublime about the things I cannot even fathom yet.
I am ready for change.
I am ready for change.
I am ready for change.
I came to my parents’ house in secluded Muskoka for a few days to write my thesis paper.
So naturally it’s 12:45am and I am sitting alone in the living room infront of a dying fire taking photos of myself holding hollowed out emu eggs my mum brought back from Australia.
For reasons.
I’m having major life surgery on the 28th, and throwing a big Doctor Who themed party three weeks today (you’re probably invited).
This is why I have to complete my thesis in three weeks, rather than six.
The epic push and pull of wanting my surgery to come quickly, but my thesis deadline not to. UGH.
My awesome friend Amanda took this greatly terrible photo of me, and I feel like it should be a meme.
PLEASE HELP ME BECOME A MEME.
sometimes something happens to me, or someone says something, or I realise a thing, and I really want to share it on this blog, but then I know that whoever the thing might be about reads this blog, and so I can’t share it.
so I guess the only option becomes to call my mum.
