acceptance/pliability

nativity for mother

pulling a needle out of the eye/worship/in your head

bunny jam

doodling

it feels like the season/mistletoe

where three become two become one

fruitwalk

girls in the forest

sometimes you want to run or there are so many running voices in your head but you have to wait/endurance.

during a critique at school, my teacher would ask us to identify our strongest and weakest pieces. often the pieces we thought were weakest were what he thought were the best.
I think sometimes we don't like what we don't recognize.. allowing, accepting something outside of ourselves, something foreign and new, into our selves.
the danger of the comfort zone.
give me open eyes to recognize those things I don't understand that are good for me
give me an open heart towards those things that require my pliability in order to accept

tolstoy thoughts

My heart has broken after reading Tolstoy's Hadji Murat.
A brave, sincere and honest minority being crushed under overwhelming forces, but standing unswayed and determined until the end.
What is it about this theme that grabs our hearts - and why is it in our world that the minority is never allowed to win?
Maybe the important thing to be learned is not in their lives being saved -
We cling to the importance of life. We try to protect and maintain it at any cost. Life can seem a threatened spark in the night.
But there's something more important than life..
Something larger and more beautiful than what human bodies can bear to contain.

"unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.."

snow outside

lovers in heaven

snakes/what've we done/blood that can't be washed off

the stars looked like eyes and dancing idly in the garden until noticing a dark shadow looming from behind

monkeys feel your love too

seven degrees of separation after cutting off your finger into sea creature

i thought it was convoluted but you disagreed (it was all beautiful in the end)

hide me find me

"Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood."

Yukio Mishima

more // drawings

"the transcendental face of art is always a form of prayer" - john berger

"god becomes god when the animals say: 'god'" -eckardt

ps,
scott rothstein of art found out has featured me on his blog this month.. i've always appreciated the artists and vision he promotes so i feel very honored. please check out the many other artists on his blog!

"oh"///thinking

i think mozart knew what heaven sounded like
or heaven moved through him
because i think his music is genuinely transcendental
it's like this pure jubilance that we can't put emotion or description or name to, it defies all definition,
i think it's music as light
it's sound as light and it takes you away
it makes your mind light
and you're seeing light
and you feel light within you
i just can't understand it because i'm so not used to heaven, living on earth here
i just gape and bask in it, i'm just questioning it in its brilliance

2 paintings

and some drawings

recent thought forms

I spent the last month sloooowly working on a cover for a comic I did last semester - you can now pick one up (and maybe even purchase it and take it home!) at quimby's and chicago comics! horay!

In other news, here are a bunch of sketches made over my month long absence from blog-world:

more new//some recent

also i found this image in the library and it's one of my top favorites/influences at the moment: