Showing posts with label artsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artsy. Show all posts

14.12.10

Secret Santa

Three presents. Each under ten dollars, given to the receiver every few days mysteriously.
My imagination went crazy.
a small sample of the lists and plans I made
Broken Down
Plain bag from Daiso: $1.50
Compact mirror: $3.44 
Charms for necklace: $2.25
Pearls: Half of a $5 strand
Crimps and spool of string: $2.75
Fimo and white acrylic paint for charm: already had it
Total: $17.42 + intensive labor




She found out who I was by the first gift. But that's okay! I still had fun.
And it ended up that we had each other. The "pick the name from the bag" did not work at all.

28.11.10

The Nutcracker

Lately, it's been a goal for the female parental unit and I to, "end the day better than it started." Because honestly, the days have been pretty shitty. So after getting killed by Black Friday, we decided to see the Nutcracker!

Added my own doodles to the card while I was waiting
My friend was one of the dancers, and had three parts. Because she rocks. She had two solos, including the Mouse Queen, and it wasn't because I was biased that I could say that she was easily one of the best dancers.
Photography wasn't allowed, but I forgot to bring my camera anyway.

7.11.10

Instead of Homecoming...

School spirit? Who needs that? Instead of going to the homecoming game/dance last friday, I ate hors d'oeuvres and browsed art galleries.
This was my first First Friday, and probably only my second art gallery that wasn't a museum exhibition. (Did I ever go to anything other than the Gray Area gallery near Slim's? I don't remember)




Every gallery needs a treehouse.
A whole entire wall of found gloves and their painted pairs.

Mine's the little red one in the corner. I drew Freaky Scissors Guy from MadTV.

The ridiculously talented Jaclyn Alderete
Another of Jaclyn's in the corner.
My favorite stranger of the night. He came with a cane and everything.
Barbara Weiss' dental nightmare

My stomach on steroids
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My goal for the next First Friday? To make it past three blocks. I'm ashamed of myself; steroids are supposed to make me manly.