The past couple of days for me have pretty much consisted of: sticker-making (drawing, coloring, printing, laminating, cutting), coffee-drinking, cookie-eating and TED watching.
Left to right: The journalist/diarist, the cookie chef, the yogi, the stoic painter, and the tooter (complete with three toots of assorted size)!
Journalist/diarist … same thing, right?
I’ve always kept a diary, or tried to, off and on. This is pretty much what my journaling consisted of:
From the ages of 9-14: angst!
18-21: angst! sex!
22-23: I’m a professional. This is dead serious.
24: All of the above
25: It’s only been a few days, I haven’t figured it out yet.
All of this, of course, interspersed with random poetry, song lyrics, doodles, napkin-poster-magazine-trash swatches, spit, tears, and photos.
Tasteless, I know, but pretty funny. Think of the possibilities with these stickers!
This is who I tried to be all through art school: cool-ly detached, observant, and deep, tools of the trade slung across my back, evidence of my violent creative process smeared all over my pants (the last bit I could never get a hold of; I’m much too anal and neat of a painter. I use a rag). Needless to say, I failed horribly. I’m still terribly antisocial, terribly uncool. But I do have a sweater just like this now.
This set is up in the etsy store here. One thing – I would NEVER condone actually putting five girls in a pouch. Not without their permission.
I’m going to be really corny for a moment, but I have to say it: I am so grateful to everyone who buys these little stickers and everyone who’s helping me live the dream of being an independent, thriving artist. I think about this every day when I wake up, and every night before I go to sleep. There’s so much craziness and chaos going on, and I have so much to be thankful for. And it’s all because of you, I really mean it. How could I ever thank you enough?