Tag: drawings

Notebooks

meisajDaily Life

I have started to pear (pare?) down my notebooks. Or at least use them up. So I finished a Bullet Journal I started a while ago. Now I I am moving to a half finished notebook from several years ago. The address in it says Lake Ave, where Sam and I lived last in 2016. So not quite a decade, but for some reason I stopped using it and moved on.

While most of the notes in it reflect work and aren’t anything important, but I have some great old drawings in there. So why not have some great drawings here.

Darlin’ Ukulele

meisajDaily Life

2016-11-14-ajcddDarlin’ ukulele
That I’ve been dreaming of
Darlin’ ukulele
That I love

When I’m in San Francisco
I’m dreaming all the time
Deep in the park
Where the constellations shine

Darlin’ ukulele
That I been dreaming of
Darlin’ ukulele
That I love

Dreaming by the ocean
Walking by the sea
Talking to a starfish
And the mermaids sing to me

~ Jolie Holland

Maybe I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately.  It’s calming.

Killer Corn

meisajDaily Life

I had this crazy dream last week.  So much so that I had to tell everyone I could about it. Simple because it involved killer corn.

The dream started with my co-workers and I talking about my father.  He was being pushed out of his job and forced to retire.  I was pretty upset about it, but my dad told me it was ok.

At this point I realized we were looking into a lobby of a mall, or space ship, or something similar to that.  If those things are similar or can be similar.  Or at least it was a wide open space in a building or vehicle of some sort (I stick to it being a space ship).

Scan_20150120There were massive crowds of people, all happy, until…. the Killer Corn came in.  It was potted corn.  Tall stalks of corn, each clay pot holding one corn stalk.  How they moved, I’m not sure.  It was more like a herd of potted corn stalks.  They moved up to people, and the corn stalks opened their huge mouths and ate people.  And the people they ate then popped out as evil potted corn stalks.  The best example was a girl with red pigtails, who became an evil redheaded pigtailed potted corn stalk.

And with everyone they ate the herd of corn stalks grew.  I was up on the balcony watching this happen.  I ran to an outer window ledge.  Evil potted corn stalks ran past the window chasing all the other people.  I crawled out on the roof, but it wasn’t a roof, it was some terra cotta shingles covering and engine or some sort.  I sat up here listening to people being eaten by the corn stalks.  I sat and looked off in the distance, not really worrying about the quickly multiplying corn.  Instead enjoying the heat from the engines and the view of fields in the distance.

And that’s when I woke up.  All excited about killer corn.

PS – How about a dream soundtrack?  This dream’s soundtrack – King Killer by Barkinghaus.

Drawings

meisajDrawings

So in addition to posting more often (as every new year I say I’ll post more often and do for at least a few months), I’m goings to put any drawings I do on here as well.  If I manage to finish scanning in my Daily Drawings – of which I stopped keeping up with a long while ago – I’ll post them there.  But any new drawings, I’ll put here.

So, here are some new drawings from today.

20150119 20150119-2

A Day Off…

meisajDaily Life

I’ve forgotten what a day off feels like. Not the weekend. Weekends are recovery. This is a strict day off. Nothing to it. I’ve done only what i felt like. Nothing crucial. And it rocks. And leads to me to write about things I’ve intended to blog about for a while… like:

Band-aids. Hate them. Don’t even believe in them. Give me some athletic tape any day of the week. I mean come on, band-aids fall off at the slightest bend, athletic tape… that will stay on. You can even use it to brace sprains (and I have). It works wonders. Also, looks better than a band-aid any day of the week.

Work. You know what, I have nothing bad to say about work. I work a shit-ton of hours, but still wake up every morning and look forward to going to work. Even on the most stressful of days (and I have stressful days like you would not believe) I still enjoy coming to work. I like who I work with, what I do and where I work. If you don’t, well, I hope someday you find yourself in a place you enjoy coming to work like I do.

Drawing. So my sister asked for a drawing of mine for Christmas. I’m inclined to either a) scan it in (on my awesome scanner… thanks to last year Christmas) and have it blown up onto a canvas or b) work towards a larger drawing done by hand on a big piece of paper and framed. Thats not the dillema though. She asked for a neutral or happy one, which led me to thinking, are all my drawings depressing. I recently asked my friend Pat that and he said they were “mellow.” Hmmm…. I know last year, as opposed to this year, I was more depressed than I had been in a while. But even this year’s drawings seem to have that mellow tone to them that Pat described. I think it stems from the music I listen to. I’m a big lyric person, so even if its upbeat music, I focus in on what the lyrics are and go from there with my drawings. I can see that influence on my drawings.

Bunion. Ow.

Gammo. I’m getting attached to that stupid ferret. Although I did purchase her for Sarah, I’ve been her solo owner for a while. I got an e-mail from Sarah yesterday saying that she would be getting her own apartment in 3 – 4 months time and was looking forward to getting Gammo back then; and I did say she could have Gammo when she got her own place back when we broke up. It’s just been a while since I’ve heard from Sarah or thought about not having Gammo. Makes me wonder about getting a replacement pet when Sarah moves and takes Gammo. Even more so than me, Oscar (one of my cats) seems to love Gammo. They play and entertain each other every night. I don’t know if another ferret would be the same, or even if Oscar would take to another ferret like he did Gammo, but if it keeps Oscar from being as attention crazy and scratching up my furniture like her used to it’d be worth getting another ferret. I don’t know. And its still a long ways away anyway.

Sam. For the last two weeks I’ve been hanging out with Sam on a regular basis. We get along pretty well. Plus she lives in Tremont of which I’ve had little chance to explore since moving to Cleveland. (Is it me or do I look fat in pictures? I swear I’m not.)

Wine. Seriously Mim, I want some new wine to try. Just a little hint. You rock. I’ll be seeing you soon for Christmas and then later in the Spring when I come visit.

Christmas. I’m 31. I don’t really feel the need to create a Christmas list this year. To be honest I haven’t in a long while. Its not that I don’t like getting gifts. Its just that, well I’m 31. When does Christmas stop being about giving gifts. I’m not sure how it is for everyone reading this, but I don’t see my family often. Most of my family I see twice a year. And you know what, I enjoy it. It makes every time I see them important. Its not a casual family dynamic, seeing relatives (siblings, parents, nieces and nephews) is a special event. We get together in July for a family vacation and all we do is lounge and enjoy each other’s company. Why is Christmas an event where its about giving gifts. It almost takes away from the fact that we’re there to enjoy just getting together. No offense to my brothers and sisters, but I’d rather spend a gazillion dollars on my nieces and nephews than I would on you. But that’s because, I don’t know, they’re young, and I feel they might appreciate it more. And that the idea of family is that it progresses. And Wyatt, Rider, and Takara are the progression of our family right now. But I’ve been told its too late this year. I need to make a Christmas list of some sort. And I suppose that means I need to shop for everyone in my family.