February Life- Silver Skulls, Books and Coffee

coffee and my art journal

January held the kind of intensity of a dump truck running over my body over and over- but not in a totally bad way. Mostly it was the month full of challenges at work, trying to figure out if wearing heels was worth the professionalism boost vs the fact that i’m still not adept enough to run around rapidly in them and the subsequent decrease in speed that would bring. It was also the month where I didn’t get much done, artistically speaking, due to coming home from work dragging the stress with me till I finally fell asleep much too late into the hours past midnight.

Coffee and Tumblr

Not an over-all bad month though.

February though, i’ve got plans for you. I have 4 books I’m pretty much going to force myself to get through if I have to, just so I can get back on the reading horse, since it seems my ravenous love for books has taken a backseat to anything and everything else and I really want to blame tumblr for that and the way it sucks me in for hours on end reading what amount to essays on the upcoming Captain America movie and marveling at gifsets and edits for even the most overlooked characters/moments in films and books. It so easy to obsess over the things I love on there and gods if it’s not my most severe addiction.

Saga, Welcome to Night Vale, The World Is Curved - random books I read

But, books! Currently just a couple of pages away from finishing the Welcome to Night Vale novel and I still haven’t decided how I feel about it. On the one hand the writing is excellent and my head conjures up images of used car salesmen howling on the roof of broken down cars much easier than when I listen to the podcast but on the other hand…there is something lacking that I can’t quite put my finger on. The World Is Curved is something I picked up on my last ill-advised trip to Half-Price books (ill advised because I always come home with twice as many books as I said I would) with a couple of other economics themed books I’m honestly excited to tear through as it means I’ll be closer to being able to buy those econ books that don’t hold your hand while dumping all kinds of insane theories at you. Saga was gifted to me by the boyfriend for Christmas and if you haven’t heard of it I really suggest you go give it a look-see. The art is amazing, the characters startlingly unique and the story is the perfect blend of humorous and heartbreaking. The last book i’m getting through is The Cosmic Perspective but honestly, it’s not really a book you read through, mostly because it’s actually a textbook and something I picked up as a reference source for a project i’m working on, though for a textbook it’s terribly engrossing and makes me want to walk up to people and be like “DID YOU KNOW-” about space things.

words and more words, fables and coffee

Apart from dealing with pharmaceutical intricacies at work, plowing through a mini-stack of books,tempering my addiction to tumblr, and trying to finish art projects, i’ve also been writing. There are currently 6 legal pads filled with inane ideas, store outlines, world building, plot points and character arcs and while i’m still editing the last project (Whiskey Runner- the Ocean Is Spilling) so I can feel more confident about shopping it around to agents, it hasn’t stopped me from dreaming of treasure hunting space pirates colliding with honor-bound tech savvy marauders, Djinns on roadtrips across the great heartland of America, and messing around with the idea of Empaths and the idea of what love could mean to someone who very literally, feels everything. My best friend has put up her services to help me pick which will be the next project, so heaven help her with that honestly.

Skully and Slytherin

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,
~m

P.S
The silver skull featured in the photos above is named Skully because I was very tired and feeling really unimaginative the day I got him and you’ll be pleased to know the the lady at the furniture store I purchased him from gave me the weirdest look when I told her I would be putting him in the loft where I keep my books. But you tell me where the f*** else am I going to put him, the garden?

The White Queen- Art Journal Tuesday 

I’ve spent this last week wondering what this year is going to be like. The past year, according to the common concensus that i’ve seen from all the time I spent on tumblr, just pretty much tried to kill everyone. And I can’t even argue with that, 2015 was rough- to the extreme. I don’t know anyone who didn’t come out of it without a few scars or mental breakdowns, myself included.

So, 2016, what will you bring?

art journal monday, the white queen

For me, last year was the time span where I changed jobs 3 times, finished my first novel, bought a house with the bf, lost touch with literally all of my friends, bought my first new car, developed an obsession with fancy trousers and silk scarves, and thats just the stuff I can remember.

2015 was the year for growing up it seems, and while I don’t think I particularly did a fantastic job with that, I think I did enough that I can spend this year doing the things I love.
Like traveling.

Gods I miss traveling. From that first whirl wind brush of an idea of where you’d like to go to the almost stressful part of planning it out to even just the packing part of it. I miss the little roadtrips I used to take to random towns all over North Texas, finding weird little places like the Futuro House or the odd hidden gothic trees in the water just outside Rowlett.

a lovely addiction, art journal monday

Winter weather is something fiercely ugly here in Texas though, and I can’t quite motivate myself to go out and find the beauty or even just the strangeness out there, at least not yet. I am however, planning a roadtrip for my birthday in March. Currently the plan is….New Mexico, most probably to Santa Fe. My first ever roadtrip was about 3 years ago or so, to Santa Fe and I think it would be cool to do it again when I have more time, a new car that can better handle the distance and more importantly, a bit more spare cash to have more ill advised adventures with.
(Well, I did say I hadn’t quite mastered that adult thing yet yeah?)

the white queen

Songs on repeat this past week:

I Know You Are But What Am I?– Mogwai
Dead Reckoning- Clint Mansell
Für Alina– Arvo Pärt
Mountains- Hans Zimmer
Hold Me Down- Halsey
Afraid- The Neighborhood

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,
~m

Random Artsy Things, A Texas Mind in Flux

20140625-130640-47200321.jpgLife gets busy, life gets all over the place, even during the idle days of summer. Currently i’m working fulltime at my day job as a pharmacy tech, which leaves precious little time for all my creative passions, not to mention adding in trying to brush up my Spanish skills a bit more (and thinking about another language to add…German prods at me, but Russian seems like a good idea for my future career choices….) and trying to get myself into better shape as well (oh jogging, here I come apparently) . My letters to pen-pals are starting to resemble a modest mountain, my books to read have gone from being lovingly displayed on shelves to getting buried under swatches of fabric, and my product sketches are starting to fall into my art journal and have a hard time finding their way out.

Singer Sewing Machine Canon 60D My Love

Steve, the Pink Alpaca, wearing my headphones.

Steve, the Pink Alpaca, wearing my headphones.

Still, i’m learning to move my mentality from “tomorrow, or idk, how about waiting till my next day off?….” to  something more like “ok, get it together you noodle! Go do stuff! Actual stuff, not Tumblr!” . This isn’t to say i’m still not floundering on tumblr over photosets of Chris Evans and/or Sebastian Stan, it just means i’ve started avoiding blogs that deal exclusively with yummy human beings. Which….that makes me sounds a bit like a cannibal doesn’t it? Wells, just going to leave it at that anyways, the sentiment is similar enough.It's All Moot Pink Alpaca Feet

A cheery almost- end of June! Enjoy a cool mix:

 

 

 

Inspiration for March on a Tactile Scale

These past couple of months, whenever I needed inspiration, something to get the tiny hamsters in my head running, I would usually turn to online sources. From Tumblr,  to Pinterest boards, browsing posts allover the blog-o-sphere and reading articles from many spectrums of publications, old and new alike. It’s wonderful, the huge world that is online, all the many thousands of people who are brilliant and creative and all just a click away.

But.

There’s something to be said for the inspiration that can come from more tactile sources, like magazines and books. Right now, whenever I look at books I feel unbearably guilty (probably because I keep buying awesome, amazing books and  then keep piling them all over my apartment and they’re probably all getting to know each other and preparing a mutiny) , and so, magazines it is. I needed to pick up a new journal for my newest artsy project (er, in short, making an art journal and documenting the process, with the end goal of a chunky fantastic journal and footage to splice together for a music/arts video) and while I was at the book store, I took a peek and dive through their magazine section, and these are some gems I found.

~ Yvi (http://www.yvimag.com)

~ Mark (http://www.frameweb.com/magazines/mark/mark-47)

~ Hi Fructose (http://www.hifructose.com/2013/12/17/hi-fructose-volume-30-preview/)

~ Flow (http://www.flowmagazine.com/ )

Some of these i’ve read before, some are new ones that caught my eye, and while i’m not sure if i’ll be buying all of them again, they will hopefully help grow the urge to push myself further into the areas i’m interested in but haven’t yet quite dived into. My confidence is a quiet and small thing, and while I wouldn’t wish it to be a rampaging elephant, I could at least aim for the calm certainty of a steady river.

Slipping my fingers over the glossy pages of Mark, I get the rush that comes from  the beauty of perviously unseen and innovative architecture, and I acknowledge that perhaps i’m too afraid of being noticed, of making ripples. This issues of Yvi focuses on the theme of Liberation, and I can’t help but think that on the heels of the last thought, it’s oddly fitting. The cover of Flow features the quote ” Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.”- Erich Fromme and that is yet another domino falling in the circle of things that point to the inexplicable fact surfacing that perhaps fear is good when it comes to creating, but i’ve been fostering it too much, to the disservice of other emotions. And Hi Fructose is. Well. A cornucopia of fantastical images that sear a desire in me to burst color onto pages and images onto film. 

The first page of any journal is insanely nerve-wracking and gets me all twitchy with the thought of making horrid mistakes, (same with sketchbooks) but… today i’m feeling that maybe I should put the usual fears into a cleverly constructed box and not take them out till a good deal later.

I wish to create, build, innovate, with all the cells in my body humming together in agreement, and all the worlds contained between the pages of those magazines make it feel just that much more possible.

~m

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