Perhaps if I had long underwear I would be more apt to explore my surroundings, traveling coffee mug in hand to warm the throat. When I have all day to play the winter blues can't catch up to me.
December 30, 2008
Remembering fall.
December 29, 2008
Playing with Potatoes.
What is TTV anyway?
December 25, 2008
December 24, 2008
home sweet home.
Here's wishing that you too find yourself in a place of gratitude, warmth, and love ♥.
December 22, 2008
TEXT-ure :)
I love writing in it only to obscure it during the layering and impressing process, painting on the still wet gesso and swirling it around, pressing found textures into it, scribbling, adding masking tape and pools of dirty paint water, and finally dripping gooey wax from the candles I had lit for ambiance.
Is it a work in progress or a finished journal page? I don't know. I do know that I like it just the way it is and that I'm afraid of killing it.
primary colors.
Fun fun fun ♥
December 11, 2008
Updates.
❶ Agent Pineapple and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary November 1st
❷ Agent Pineapple is now employed as a barista and loves it
❸ We have a new friend! She's a talented photographer and is bilingual, double score!
❹ I am now bespectacled in the dorkiest glasses I could find
❺ Went to the Chicago Underground Film Festival for the second year in a row, caught three features, and ran into an old friend on the train and dragged him along for the ride
❻ I've developed an unhealthy obsession with watching MeTV, very bad I know. Perry Mason, Roseanne, Green Screen Adventures, Hart to Hart, Police Woman....
❼ Finished up my last Fall semester at community college, unless I stick around to take fun classes on the cheapo before transfering the next Spring.
December 2, 2008
Space Helmets or Anti-Satellite Apparatuses?
If you are finding yourself in need of a space helmet/anti-satellite apparatus then follow my directions below.
Materials:
○ 1 large balloon.
○ 1 roll of tin foil.
○ masking tape.
○ aluminum tape.
○ scissors.
○ bits and bobs.
○ your head.
- Inflate balloon until it larger than your head, tie.
- Wrap it with sheets of tin foil a few feet long until it is entirely covered 3-4 times over.
- Cut small pieces of aluminum tape and crinkle so that it will blend in seamlessly. Place on any trouble areas where the foil is popping up.
- Insert scissors in the bottom, pow! the balloon pops, and cut a hole large enough for your head to fit through. A lot of trial and error with this one.
- With your masking tape, cover the interior of your soon to be space helmet. This will strengthen it and preserve its form.
- Cut a hole for your eyes to peek through!
- Cut longer pieces of aluminum tape, crinkle, and stick around the edges of the hole you just cut. You may want to put more masking tape on the other side so no sharp edges irritate yo face.
- Trick out with detritus from your junk drawer and make it look spacey.
Agent Pineapple's mask features a small tin hat and contrasting masking tape trim.
October 1, 2008
flotsom jetsom
The kitty cats (I affectionately call them boobie faces) would like recognition for their contributions, they were "helping out" while I was taking the pictures of my journal by laying in front of the pages and playing musical chairs.
Sensi
Anais/Anna Bear/Slut Muffin
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September 29, 2008
mandala.
"The earth is a living Mandala--a structural matrix through and from which flow a succession of changes, elemental forms, and primal urges, each surpassing the other in an infinite variety of organic structures and impulses, crowned by the supreme attribute of reflective consciousness. It's flow, though working through a relatively well-defined structure, is subject to the infinite processes of growth and transformation by virtue of the ever-changing relationships both internal and external to its basic structure." --Mandala
Contour Party On-The-Go.
okey.
dokey.
artickokey.
Notepad + sharpies + a human (or representations of a human) = portable fun.
I do these at work, in class, between classes, at coffee shops with Agent Pineapple. We are each trying to complete a notepad with contours of each other; we have quite a ways to go but projects make the mundane bearable. Not to mention, the results are often hilarious.
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August 23, 2008
Saying Yes to September.
Come August I become consumed with tunnel vision fixed upon yet another fall semester at community college, still wading in life possibilities. It feels much like drowning in the amorphous rainbow that is a McDonald's ball pit with nothing substantial to latch onto for the sake of self-preservation.
I noticed that once engulfed in the clamor of The First Day I become hyper-aware of the social dynamics my peers prescribe to. We are lonely souls ricocheting off one another in the search for a tribe, a cult, a gang to call our own--any connection substantial enough to transcend the collective memory of social networking sites into something more concrete. Something accompanied with nicknames concerning canned food items, spirit animals, or sexually explicit catch-phrases. Something which includes forcing nicotine in and expelling it out of our lungs in one shared self-destructive, self-aware breath. Something which has everything to do with quantity and nothing to do with quality. The more bodies you can claim as your friends the better. Resigned to this being a necessary and unavoidable aspect of my social development, I realize that I need to open up, reach out, and connect with individuals my age. It is too easy to withdraw, to burrow oneself deeper into that proverbial ball pit and spend your precious free time watching every Gilmore Girls episode you own (which would be seasons one through five--the good ones). Or maybe that's just me ;)
In September I want to focus. Focus on academics and a few goals that are within my capabilities to make tangible such as creating a space that Agent Pineapple and I want to be in as opposed to just sleep in. A space where creativity, academia, and relaxation can flower. This means consciously filling the well; it is imperative to keep the well half-full by default, to focus on the bigger picture and grasping at anything to keep it saturated with soul water.
Therefore today I have been spending my precious hours of "Lara time" organizing, musing about art, listening to the mix-CD my sister gave me, and playing dress-up: all well-filling activities in their own right. I am breathing. It has been so long that I was worried that my body forgot how.
August 12, 2008
Shiny pom-pom!
For Self Portrait Tuesday; theme: Shine.
This little gold pom-pom pounced on me on my way to work and I just couldn't resist it. I bounced it in my hand and rubbed it between my fingers the rest of the way, mesmerized. It is a magical worry stone; I'm glad it found me :)
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August 11, 2008
sunflowers.
happy happy happy.
i forgot where i was going with this.
my lovely brought me sunflowers.
they make me giddy and smiley
and look perfect on my altar in
the happy mocha chai bottle
that i knew would be of use
one day
♥
August 8, 2008
Gratuitous mirror self portraits.
August 6, 2008
So we meet again, August!
Regrettably, it seems as though you're already over. Let me be clear: I'm not blaming you. It's just that every year around this time my proverbial plate is piled thicker than that of a trucker's in an Old Country Buffet. Next week I work 40 hours as opposed to the usual 25. The week after that, Wednesday the 20th, to be exact; Fall term begins. Then, add to that the flaccid condition of my work/school schedule. It's unfortunate that so much stress is associated with you, August. Regardless, there are some things I would like to accomplish/work towards in these coming weeks.
In no particular order:
1. Fix bike. Bike. Bike rides. (Put the fun between your legs!)
2. Prioritize and organize.
3. Write a "manifesto" for Walking Wednesday, Walk your Wednesday...whatever.
4. Delve back into the art journal. Draw, paint, tape found objects in there...whatever.
5. Wake up with yoga 3-5 days a week ♥
6. Work towards achieving balance.
7. Start doing whatever needs to be done now to prevent my sanity from fleeing on account of fall term.
Thank you, for trying your best, August, in the face of all this adversity. You are a stand up chap. Perhaps you could send a surplus of mild, sunny days over my way here in Chicagoland in order to make up for, well, you know inadvertently sucking.
Sincerely,
Larushka