Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Mother Ship

This is a piece from the past. This little boy imagines
he is connecting with the mother ship in speaking to
his belly button, the communicating mechanism.
Odd, yes. Fun, you bet.
Medium: ink

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Buns Of Steel


After a week and a half of a virus with an unfun bout of hivey rashiness on my arms and legs, I am recovering. I smell like oatmeal (compliments of Aveeno oatmeal bath) and GoldBond cream. I'm thinking of selling the aroma to Vera Wang for a new perfume line. I think she'd like it.
I go for a short run today, which is torturous after lots of couch time. This is one of the cards I may put into production here soon- I can use it myself.
medium: sweat, tears, colored pencil, ink

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Really?


Unemployment + cold + hives = no fun for Steph

hives? hives?!!

While an oatmeal bath sounds like the epitome of luxurious living, it is not. Anti-itch cream, while a good good thing, has a hearty ben-gay smell attached.

Happy thought: my online-store, in which i will sell cards and calendars, etc, is soon to be up.
Stay
tuned.