Scary lounge singer, or em-boobed drag queen? You be the judge…
This one lives in Anchorage, with a very special young lady. (Holla, knees!)
Archive for February, 2009
27
Feb
09
From The Vault: Hmmmmm
25
Feb
09
Read It Up
A piece from back in the day, now painted over, now becoming something else.
22
Feb
09
Mignola
“Reinterpretation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
This piece I called Mignola, as a shout out to the artist that inspired it, Mike Mignola. He’s the creator of Hellboy, and my eyes have been keen on his art for many, many years.
Its just a small panel from one his comics, that’s where the character came from. A small panel. The look and feel changed as I worked on it, as creativity is wont to do. I’m just along for the ride.
This work is sold, btw.
21
Feb
09
Rain Forest Couture
That’s Jamie. I got love for her, she had love for my clothes. The skirt I made (and showed at the AKFO), the shirt with one of my stencils. We’re at Kalani, romping around between A-frames getting good pics.
That skirt was actually one of the first things I ever did sew, besides that pillow I made back in a Home Ec class in the eighth grade. That project came after we learned how to make pigs inna blanket.
Below is Maggie:
She’s rockin’ a skirt I designed, using a heavy upholstery fabric that had a great flow to it. And it has pockets!!! My sewing mentor James was the man in getting it together, I learned so much from him. His voice is still in my head when I sew; it’s a good thing.
The top is my ninja stencil with a shirt we tore apart and tied back together. Now that’s jungle fashion!!
20
Feb
09
What I Really Want
14
Feb
09
Senta, Glad I Met Ya
I’ve found inspiration from the East again and again. Tokyo street fashion is some of the most alive I’ve ever seen, the shapes people can take. It embodies one of my philosophies, that fashion is costume. We’re all wearing it, we all choose (ok, except our babies) what we put on our bodies, even if we say we don’t have a choice. Even if we pick it off the floor, your choice. That is what style is to me.
My semester at fashion school was disappointing in that, as I had two teachers keep telling me that I wasn’t creating fashion, but costume. I found their evaluation of my creative process to be very short-sighted. So I left before I submitted myself to a herding of the bright young things into following a form that is out of sync with what any fashion magazine will tell you what fashion is about. And, I left with straight A’s, I might add. Peace to them.
12
Feb
09
Brown Paper Baby
Me and my RnB puns…
I love to draw on the kind of paper grocery bags are made of. It’s got a texture that lets a pen glide. I went through a whole series of drawing on brown paper, a lot of them are out there some where. Maybe one day I’ll come back to it.
This one hung on my wall for a year, I just liked her, that flip of the hair, that ‘what?’ ’So what if my boobies are hangin’ out? What?’
Like that. Good company.
09
Feb
09
Once Was
It had possibility. Which I realized after I painted over it. But we’ll always have the digital could-have-been.
I painted this after dealing with a guy. Nice connection, fun time. And then somehow his best friend got involved, and had all sorts of opinions for his ear. That ear bent and gone it was. The painting was looking at possibility someone offers. I think we all deal with that in the dating world, the possibilities get us. Aren’t they sexy??? The possibilities.
And the reality is that what I painted over it will probably transform now too, as it’s sat there for awhile. But maybe… there are still possibilities.
