Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Upcoming Shows
Artist:
Asbestos
Cherri Wood (moi)
The Dark
Kngee
Know Hope
Opening Reception:
Saturday June 21 8pm - Midnight
Will go through:
June 21 - July 20, 2008
Location:
Carmichael Gallery
1257 N. La Brea Ave
West Hollywood CA 90038
Contact/ Info:
323-969-0600
art@carmichaelgallery.com
wonderful group show featuring a ton of artists (+Cherri)
Opening Reception:
Friday, June 20th 7-10PM
Will go through:
June 20 - July 21, 2008
Location:
Gallery 1988 San Francisco
1173 Sutter St. (At Polk)
San Francisco, CA 94109
Contact:
415-409-1376
So come come : )
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
button + penny
it rained throughout the night and into the morning.
the outside world looks nice at the momment...but that's because it's 9am
i was cleaning up today and thought of posting some pictures of my sketchbook.
i think i have before but it was just two pages. despite the fact that i normally work with a white background, i try to make sure my sketch book isn't a clean white surface. i feel more comfortable with a bit a stain and dirt throughout page or at least a shade darker. i'm also quite obssessed with text and old pages of books. i tear out the ones i've read and paste them here and there throughout the sketchbook.
i am making some new sketches and hopefully will manage to get my lazy hands to grab a camera and take snapshots.
hmm. what else? oh, i finally managed to get so this is goodbye by the junior boys (i'm so in love with that album)....now i need to get last exit.
* the lily cole drawing to the right is by david downton (my hero...*grin*)
-bye y'all
Friday, June 6, 2008
the scooping girl
scooping (watercolour + acrylic + india ink + raspberry mix + carmel soda )
closeup:
i keep having dreams where i am knee deep in dark water that is ice cold and my hands feel like they are on fire. i keep seeing a reflection of a very tall boy running around me laughing. there would be a bird coming from the blank west dropping small crystals that slice me. i want to speak but my mouth is sewn shut and the sky keeps going from dead blue to grey. i feel like i have ten heads and twenty fingers. toy guns float around me and someone is playing a drunken fiddle.
goddamn.
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