Same wu tang clan caricature from earlier, this time colored. I think I like it better this way. Drawn with one line.
Trying to keep my mind from rotting at work, so I’ve been drawing the avengers. I guess I’ll get to Iron Man and the others this weekend.
Shit lighting courtesy of the sun.
Discovering new artists is always a dramatic, life-changing, cataclysmic event for me.
These are times where I realize I totally, irrevocably and passionately SUCK.
And I crave these moments, because it means I am about to challenge myself to become AWESOME.
But right now, I really need The Smiths and alcohol.
Yesterday evening I had the privilege of seeing This American Life’s live broadcast of The Invisible Becomes Visible in my local theater. A huge fan of Ira Glass and TAL, the show had many treats, but one story that caught my eye was about the now deceased Vivian Maier, apparently and eccentric and private woman who took over 100,000 photos since the 50’s, yet never showed them to anyone.
And here’s the thing: They’re really good.
When John Maloof purchased the lot of abandoned bins from a storage unit in Chicago, he’d had no idea what his $400 would uncover. Thousands of negatives, breath-taking works never seen before that seemed to rip their candid scenes right from history came to fill his room. So when he eventually discovered the name of the work’s creator, a search on the internet only turned up one thing: an obituary from just a few days before.
John, though quite aware of Vivian Maier’s private nature, now spends his days scanning the negatives and bringing them to the public eye. The vast majority have yet to be seen, but as time goes on and more works are brought forth, she has quickly become solidified as one of the greatest photographers of the 20th century, whether or not she wanted to be.
Anyone who thinks sex education is unnecessary needs only to go on a fanfiction site and see some of the things people think actually work as lube.
Seriously, the first step to my sex ed was unlearning everything I learned from fanfiction.
>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call forcey fun time “rape”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun”
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”
“I am so thrilled that, um, with the reluctant permission of my husband, Brad, I’m going to do what I call my happy dance.” [x]
ADORBS.
I STUMBLED UPON THIS LISTENING TO “SUGAR HIGH” BY COYOTE SHIVERS. IT SYNCS UP PERFECTLY.
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