Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
There is just no available scanner-- which means a whole lotta backdated entries when I get back home! Jeez, will I be working overtime. (As if I haven't already.)
For now, I have a plethra of figure studies. I have been moderating an after-school open drawing class at Parsons Paris with a live model, Stephanie, who's pretty awesome. Today was our last figure study-- wahh-wahh-wahhp. It was fun while it lasted. But here are some of the results... I mean, OF COURSE I draw other stuff than myself in cartoon form!
(WARNING. NUDENESS IN FULL EFFECT.)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I really regret not bringing my scanner overseas. I certainly have been drawing, but with demands at my job lately I don't even know when I'll get a chance to really sit down and put the comics up... Nevertheless, here's a video I took in the Metro, on the way to Parsons Paris this morning.
There was definitely a man behind me playing accordion, but had I taken a good shot of him he might have charged me some Euros. Gooooorrrr-ges, right?
A shoutout to my girl Elena, who's giving a daily account of our travels in Paris on her blogspot-- http://elenagsimon.blogspot.com/. Footage of us RAs at work, and more footage of the beautiful scenery that is the Ile-de-France. Czech it ouuuuut!
Friday, June 20, 2008
It was only fitting that we showed up dressed as Jazzercise Instructors.
I'm going to miss Jacksonville when it's time to leave again.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Why do you think Barney always told us to share everything?
Somewhere in middle America is a lonely little Marxist girl, dreaming of having the best Christmas ever.
Poor Dave. Always holding up the Eastern European references on his Slavic shoulders.
(This is really just a ridiculous inside joke that doesn't stop.)
Friday, June 13, 2008
The root of my friends' obsession with commies, runs back to my days at Douglas Anderson School of the Arts. Mr. Wilson's printmaking room, a favorite haven for my friends and I, shortly became a clubhouse for the Communist Club, the unofficial Douglas Anderson chapter of funny-hat-wearing art majors who liked the style of communism. It was a great fashion statement more than it was a political statement; but more than anything else, "commies" was our favorite punchline to every joke. And it still is.
Clockwise, from top: Bailey Romaine Lettuce, Mr. Wilson, Chuck Shuck, Paul Wall, Kelly Pope, myself, Kylie White, Andre Grüber (deported to Venezuela, June 2007), and Christine Miller.
And now, my friend Arlando and I have decided to carry on the legacy through song and synth.
This is a salute to my lovely leftist readers.
There is also more to come in the next couple of days.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Nobody saw this coming. I mean, my ex's prom date + me = freaky telepathic connection? This scenario is so random and uncomfortable and funny that it's AWESOME.
I probably shouldn't think it's that hilarious; but it's just one of those things you have to laugh at, in time.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The number of similarities we share in our comics is absolutely hilarious. She even gave me a [signed!] copy of her Girl Stories sample accordion book... Seeing as we both love drawing Morrissey, ahahaha.
She spelled my name "Suzanna" but I don't care, I'm a sucker for irony as well as I am a sucker for her comics.
(Me = nerdnerdnerdnerd)
Saturday, April 19, 2008
So this is what happens on a Saturday night... when you lock a bunch of weird kids in a New School dorm room, filled with unusual instruments. From the center, clockwise: Erik, myself, Gary Busey playing Tyra Banks as a walrus, Nick, Ali, and Max.
Try looking us up. You may not get it, but the songs sure are catchy.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
And then we came up with this:
We're hoping to pitch it to Bravo soon. It could very well be a hit.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
If this ever comes to your college, don't be afraid to try it
I'm so glad I did. However personal when it came to the testimonials--
I was the first to speak... and I feel way more in touch with the school community as a result of it. There was so much energy in that march, and I hope there's a bigger turnout next year.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Maybe not in costume. But--
Rare footage of "Cookie Sale Girl"
www.myspace.com/grillscoutz. "Pimp My Vest" = my first claim to fame.
We were so straight-up gangsta' we pumped a total of $2000 out of the suburbs selling cookies. Can you say bling-bling?
So. this one goes out to my ladies slaving over Samoa sales-- it's a good way to learn your capitalism. Even if it means you have to make a fool of yourself in tin foil grills and bandanas.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Actually, I meant to write "1962"
I'm considering using my printmaking class as a vehicle for activism. This is a rough sketch for what will probably be a rough monoprint, but nevertheless it gets the point across.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
She said a lot of awesome things. I wish I could travel the world as she does, and listen to people's stories. Even if they do involve fistulas and other utterly tragic, an horrible things. Tragic and horrible truths, that people often overlook. And she made a good point-- the terror is not just in Africa, nor the Middle East. Injustice is right here, right now in our own United States.
I'm afraid I can't dechiper her handwriting, thoguh. Did she write "Vagina Blessings!" or "Vagina Blossoms!" in my copy of The Vagina Monologues?
Hahaha. Well, we will never know.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Sometimes I think I might go back to Girl Scout Camp, just to relive the golden days of working in the smelly horse stables and sing punk songs all day. But then I realize the magic was really in the company I kept for the summer in the middle of nowhere.
Camp friends never forget eachother. And my camp friends happen to be pretty bad-ass.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
about my hometown while Winter Break is still in full effect.
Expect a plethra more in the next couple of days!
For now, we must reintroduce Kylie White and what really goes on at the local (she'll kill me for saying this) hipster discotheque.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
[And how on earth did he shrink?]
My unconscious and I. We obviously don't talk much.
This is probably why I have really crazy dreams.
And then illustrate the best ones later:
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Y'know, also to keep you in tune with some things you might've missed.
[Also, take notice of the chronological order I am making of this;
as you descend on this page, you are descending back in time.]
Oh, the drama I sometimes create for myself.
(Beneath the drawing: "I don't have the heart to even reproduce the moments preceding this