11/14/22 UPDATE: I’ve Taken Both “Naruto: The Last King, The Last Priest” And “Therapist R. J.

On one hand, seeing an in-progress artwork can be a fascinating and enlightening experience. You can see the steps that the artist takes towards their final vision. You can take comfort in the fact that even the most wonderful piece of art was a scribbley piece of shit at some point. On the other had, OH MY FUCKING GOD DON'T LOOK AT MY SHAME I'M NOT DONE YET JESUS.

Returning to this painting for the first time in well over a year and just obliterating it with saturated colors.

Also finished this painting but need to find the cables for the scanner to actually get a good quality picture of it.

Dreamed that my cat, Winnie, had kittens. I knew that cow milk actually wasn't good for kittens, so I was frantically searching the Internet to figure out what to feed them. Dreamed that I was downloading the music of a band called "Intervesante." The band's lead singers were a set of Jewish-Jamaican teenage twin girls. I really wish that band existed in real life.

My INSANE gory elementary school science fair display set-up that I have created for these paintings…

Gather 'round for the tale of the apartment horrors I have just escaped!

At the beginning of March, upstairs neighbors' fish tank leaked through their floor and my roommates' ceiling. Landlord came by, said the water was cleaned up, we just needed to open windows and run a fan, not a big deal.

In a semi-basement apartment. In the pacific north west.

I requested the place be inspected for water damage and mold. Landlord said he'd have the upstairs neighbors bring over a fan.

Just... A regular fucking fan.

I sent another request, this time citing local landlord/tenant law. Landlord agreed to get the place inspected.

Over the course of two weeks, we had THREE different inspectors, NOT including the city inspector.

1st inspector said they'd need to open ceiling and wall and deep clean.

2nd inspector said the place had foundation problems and seal around underground walls was cracked.

3rd inspector said they'd need to open ceiling and wall and take out the carpet.

3rd inspectors came in, opened the ceiling and found mold.

As well as asbestos.

(BTW, my maternal grandfather died of asbestos-induced lung cancer.)

So the landlord ~generously~ allowed us to move from that unit to a vacant unit. Which probably also has mold and asbestos.

While this was happening, I was having to take off from work and cancel appointments at my internship to meet inspectors and tenant advocacy groups.

I lost my appetite, barely ate.

Developed new anxiety symptoms: Heart palpitations & shortness of breath.

I found a studio apartment, smaller than any place I've been in so far, shared kitchen, more expensive, but nicer, in a nicer neighborhood. It basically wiped out my savings, but I was able to move out and get my name off the lease.

Landlord is now trying to make upstairs neighbors pay rent on the unit we vacated. He hasn't done any repairs in their unit or that one. They, and my ex-roommates, are lawyering up.

Idk if I'll get any of that deposit back but I'm fucking O U T!

To those of you that bought art from me or gave to my ko-fi, I can't even begin to say how much that meant to me. It really did make a difference.

How to Practice Drawing Hands

- have two essays due

- work on the essays until you're frustrated

- draw hands instead

- draw hands until you're frustrated

- go back to working on your essays

- repeat

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I've been doing some portraits in order to push my acrylic painting technique. Working on the constant goal to loosen up my paintings.

Painted entirely during my Monday night shift in the campus library.

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original illustration - bats

available for $35

sold

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So, along with working part time, taking a summer class online, applying for scholarships, doing art for zines that I've applied to (provided my work is accepted), finding an apartment and preparing to move for grad school, I want to finish this painting over the summer. It's of Saint Christina the Astonishing, and it's going to be a gift for my therapist.

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I dreamed that, even though I'm not on testosterone, I grew facial hair along my cheeks and jaw. I was going to visit family and I'm not out to them, so my mother insisted that I shave. Even after I shaved, there was dense, white blonde hair along my sideburns, like the feathers of a baby chick.