To a flame.

There are few things more disappointing than spending a fair amount of time on a piece and not being the least bit happy with it upon its completion.



And with that, I'm going to bed.

Home & death.

The last two moth pieces:

"With the exception of a scratch, or so, I am very well."


"My search would be ended and I should be a deal wiser in all things than I am today."


My phone was doing some serious zombie action earlier. I was scared for while there.

Friday it will be exactly one year since I began the process of settling myself on the New Hampshire seacoast. It was also the day I met Leah. We're celebrating our "anniversary" with a hangout session that will surely be amazing. It will also be exactly 8 months since I moved into this house in Portsmouth.

With the exception of a thing or two, I'm very happy here. I've never been happy anywhere before. Especially not for this long.

Weekend woes.

So my scanner crapped out. If anyone has any recommendations for a replacement, I would love to hear your suggestions. Really, really.

I put together this first piece today, although all of these moth drawings have existed since the beginning of summer. In the process I spilled a significant amount of silver paint and glue. I am currently too drained to express my overall fury here. This piece also has the longest title ever, which of course, is taken from the back of the book page. I'm going to share the whole passage with you, but underline the part chosen for the title itself:

"What is happiness?" said I. The Tinker removed his hat, and, having scratched his head, put it on again.
"Happiness," said he, "happiness is the state of being content with one's self, the world, and everything in general."
"Then," said I, "I fear I can never be happy."
"And why not?"
"Because, supposing I ever became contented with the world, and everything in general, which is highly improbable, I shall never, never be contented with myself."

Yeah, it's been one of those weekends.



And I've posted this one everywhere but here..

"Such emotion was foreign to his taciturn nature."

But I'm only protesting myself.

I forgot that I hadn't "announced" this yet to (most of) you guys, but I'm showing in Philadelphia! September 6th at Studio 27.28, and my goal is to have between 20 and 30 pieces (hopefully closer to 30). I'm both excited and nervous. Nervous because I haven't traveled alone in a little over a year now, but I'm sure it will come back to me quickly, as it's always felt natural and right.

Almost done with the last shirt design for PaperRoot. I'm ready to immerse myself in show work for the next three months. I need to be as busy as possible right now, I'm taking on commissions and projects and I'm probably going to burn myself out, but it is entirely necessary for my sanity.





Song:

Tiiired.

I am 100% indifferent towards everything in this post.

This scan is pretty crappy, I apologize.


"Why, we need you more than you know."


(This doesn't have a title yet.)
And I don't remember what species of insect this is, and that annoys me. Apology x2.

Studies (still struggling).

I don't keep much of my art. Now I need an outside-of-my-website portfolio by this week. I am most likely screwed.