I was rummaging through my room the other day and I stumbled upon a blank t-shirt I'd forgotten about.
I think it was like $2 in a clearance bin at Rite Aid or something. I bought it because I wanted to see if I could spray-paint designs on shirts myself...and today's the day! I was too impatient to wait until I had a chance to investigate fabric paint, so I just used a spray-paint can. I utilized my favorite stencil that I've created so far - the face of Henrietta Mears! I still get pretty giddy at the sight of it. Why wouldn't I want this on a shirt? Okay, it's a little silly. It might end up being someone's white elephant gift some day, but until that time comes, I'm happy to have this hanging in my room.
This is a phrase that some of my friends and I used to say to each other, just as a term of endearment or agreement or support. I suppose it's a silly phrase, as sameness doesn't necessarily mean that you're going to be good friends with someone...but the thing is, we weren't the same. We were a rag-tag-motley-crew bunch of random college students working on staff together at summer camp. We came from different backgrounds and cities and upbringings and we had varying strong opinions about everything, and yet...we were such a little family. I liked when we would say this to each other because of how different we really were - it was like saying that none of that mattered. We were friends. We still are. So that's the same, too.
If you haven't seen the trailer for the upcoming movie "Moonrise Kingdom," I think you should check it out.
It's the latest from Wes Anderson (who I always accidentally refer to as Wes Craven - they are not the same) and I just love the trailer for it. I don't particularly love Wes Anderson movies, but I always think the trailers make the movie look like it would be awesome. Then I see the movie and just shrug.
So anyway, my favorite part of the trailer is, of course, a tree house. It's only shown for an instant but it looked so cute and charming that I felt the need to draw it. And live in it one day.
I was bursting with giddy pride and joy all Friday after I finished this.
Never in my days of artsing around have I ever attempted (let alone completed) anything this big!
It's going to be the focal point of a video we're creating for summer camp, and I was tasked with figuring out how to spray paint this image on a 12' x 8' piece of wood. Our video guys filmed the process as I stenciled and spray-painted.
Initially, I didn't know where to start. In an attempt to wrap my head around the scope of it, I printed out the image in its actual size, but on dozens of normal-sized pieces of paper...which only overwhelmed me more.
I used posterboard for the Jesus stencil. I had to go somewhere else any time I wanted to work on it because there wasn't enough floor space to spread out the stencil in my office.
I was sooooo paranoid that we were going to run out of spray paint!
We ended up using around 20 cans, which was a lot less than I was bracing myself for.
The super-talented video team, scoping things out before we started filming/spray-painting:
We started with a layer of yellow, then lightly sprayed a white pattern over it:
Next came the red rays:
We applied the Jesus stencil slowly and carefully, knowing that we really only got one shot:
It took about six hours total to spray paint everything. I got a very lopsided sunburn from standing in the same place all day long. I practically collapsed into my car when the day was over, just exhausted from standing in the sun all day breathing in paint fumes. But as tired as I was, I felt so satisfied...it's rare that I'm given that big of a challenge, and so satisfying to feel like I was able to succeed at it. I like the final product a lot, but more than that, I'm proud of myself for being able to figure out something so overwhelming and make it work...and this is the most proud of anything that I've been in a long, long time.
Sometimes I really like that I sketch-journal because it makes me appreciate my week more in hindsight.
Last week was a particularly good one, and I'm happy to have documented it.
Last Thursday while I was hanging out with my friends, someone mentioned that corn starch mixed with water makes a weird substance that's fun to play with (we called it "gunk") and next thing you know, we were excitedly cramming in the kitchen trying it out. I like having friends that do silly things like play with gunk.
On Friday, it started to dump snow right as I left work. I was able to just barely make it home in time to avoid the blizzard, and my housemates and I spent the evening in our cozy house with the fire going. This drawing is of one perfect, peaceful moment where little Iris sat happily on my lap while the snow was falling...before she wriggled out of my arms a second later to go pretend she was Tarzan.
After all the snow fell, we got to make a snowman! It was more of a snow-creature.
Then the next day, I was down in Oceanside having all-day-long-brunch with some friends.
I was very aware of the fact that 24 hours after making a snow creature,
I was walking along the ocean shore in the sand and sunshine.
I made a bunch of homemade paste this week (called wheatpaste) for upcoming work art projects...
I felt like a mad scientist mixing everything up, and the kitchen looked like a toddler had taken over.
It's a bit tricky to explain, but I get to be a part of creating some videos for camp this summer.
One involves filming me pasting up posters on different objects and surfaces (you'll see it someday and understand what I'm talking about), but it just meant that I got to spend a few days in the outdoors getting into what felt a lot like mischief...
...And the mischief continued! This is us working and playing and filming under a freeway overpass.
Okay, okay, today's post may not be very exciting...I know it isn't.
I was going for a "Jack and the Beanstalk" vibe, but I missed the mark a little bit.
I'd had this idea for a stencil in the back of my mind for a while, and this was me trying it out.
Turns out that I don't like the idea so much any more. It reminds me that half the skill of stencil-tagging is in the creation of the stencil design itself. Anyone can cut out the shape of a bean...but Banksy would make it awesome somehow, and mine is far from it. Back to the drawing board!
For those who don't know, the "sarlacc" is a made up creature from Star Wars.
It's the big pit of teeth from "Return of the Jedi."
I thought it would be fun to re-do the cover from Where the Sidewalk Ends with a Star Wars twist.
I'm still not sure if or where the sarlacc ends. And I'm aware that at no point in the Star Wars universe are Han, Leia, and Boba Fett perched on a single sarlacc tentacle flailing in the air...but come on, this is fun!
P.S. Ten points to anyone who knew what a sarlacc was before reading this post. You are my people.
Some day, I'm going to have a garage full of woodworking tools, because I am SO into this. I love making things out of wood. Today's creation was no exception. I made this fake tree branch out of wooden dowels, which I cut up with a hacksaw and almost lost a finger or two in the process. Then I glued the pieces together how I wanted.
I got the idea for this project when my friend and I were touring model homes (one of our favorite hobbies) and we saw this branch:
I loved it, and decided that I should make my own.
I'm not sure if I'm going to track down some metal birds in the future, but I do have some cool metal leaves that I recently bought at an antique store. I'm debating gluing those on there, despite other plans I originally had for them...or maybe I'll just go find a stuffed parrot or something to sit on the branches instead.
Last Thursday I went out to dinner with some of my friends.
I sat next to Olivia, Josh, and Macyn:
Lunch meeting with my friend Sarah...
We ate at the sketchy mexican restaurant up the road from work,
where I always set aside my pride to order a hamburger off the "gringos" menu.
I went home for Easter weekend, and it's always fun to be with my mom and dad.
We play Rummikub at dinner every night, which I know might seem unusual, but I think it's fantastic.
(To my friends who wonder why I take board games so seriously, it's because I was raised in this family.)
Easter Sunday! I got to help hide the eggs for my cousin's daughters to find:
This is me working on a giant, tricky-to-figure-out stencil for something at work.
I can hardly wait to show you when it's finished. It's been such a fun challenge.
I live in the mountains, and there's a huge creek bed right behind our house.
Sometimes I take it for granted. But this week, I took my guitar right to the edge of the cliff where our backyard drops off, perched myself on a tree trunk, and played to my heart's content until the sun went down. It was the most magical thing I've done in a long time...and I will do it much more from now on!
I have always had a fondness for things made out of wood. I think there's something so beautiful about it!
I love wooden cutting boards, or thick wooden picture frames, or wooden coffee tables that are sturdy enough to stand on...I can barely make it through the kitchen section of Target without tracing a finger along the edges of all the wooden bowls! I didn't come up with the idea for this project on my own (pinterest strikes again...) but as soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to make my own version. Right now it's a little anti-climatic because I live in a mountain cabin with all-wooden walls, so the wood-on-wood is a little silly. It'll be better once it's hanging on a normal-colored wall. But I don't care. I still love it. I just love this simple little phrase on these plain wooden planks, and it will hang in my house for the rest of my days.
I thought today was as good a day as any to illustrate the age-old question of why Donald Duck thinks it's necessary to wrap a towel around his lower half when he gets out of the shower. It makes no sense, right? This oddity was first pointed out to me by Chandler on an episode of Friends: "You know what's weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about?" Personally, I'm less focused on that question and a little more curious about what Mickey is doing in Donald's bathroom in the first place.
How did I end up here?! Why are our punctuation symbols fraternizing with one another?
Do you ever think of numbers and letters as boys or girls? Because I totally do. For instance, in my mind, R and T are guys and they're both in love with S, who's a girl. And M and N are fraternal twins (M is the girl). I think of most even numbers as girls and odd numbers as boys, with the exception of 4, who I think of as male and kind of a jerk. Z is irresponsible. B is stubborn. 7 is a bit of a show-off, but he's still my favorite. Is this normal? Too much sharing? Anyway, I discovered today that I don't have pre-conceived gender roles for punctuation marks, so I made this up as I went. Originally it was going to be the dollar sign hitting on the ampersand, but that seemed a little too busy and curvy...It's like they might be distant cousins or something. So I went with the exclamation mark instead.
Happy Easter! I know, I'm a day late. It still counts. Happy Easter.
I recently had a friend ask me if I could create some artwork to go with a talk he was giving at a church, and this is what I came up with. His "instructions" had been pretty open-ended, so I decided to start with a layer of spray paint for the background...I sprayed some yellow...and then I decided to add some red. I added some black...Next thing I knew, I had created my very first entirely-spray-painted painting. It was the quickest I've ever painted anything - I love how fast spray-painting goes!