My husband just drew this for me using me as the model as an early birthday present. If this picture was a song it would be by Crystal Castles. All I need is a unicorn horn!
Jason and I are still preparing for Stuntkid & Friends Show this coming saturday in Norfolk VA. It’s pretty rad having a bedroom full of art by artists that you’ve admired for a long time through the warped lens of the internet. It’s better in real life.
In stark comparison my studio area seems to be full of unfinshed paintings. I may need to get a dehumidifier to deal with my paint refusing to dry to workable point.
This weekend I got to take some concept photos with the adorable burlesque performer Marla Meringue. Which means no one will see anything that came out of it for quite a while, but she definitely helped me plan on a few future paintings.
Here’s a peak at some portrait studies from school and home.
Jason and I had a really great time visiting Pennsylvania and my teenage stomping grounds. We attended the Speaking in Tongues art show, met rad artists, saw old friends and family and got to search out some of the weirder places(real or imagined) of south eastern Pennsylvania, or central, or whatever.
We went to Centralia PA which is a mostly abandoned ghost town 3 hours north west of Philly. In the 80s the coal mines caught on fire and the fire spread under ground endangering the residents above. There are a few hold outs still living there, but the rest of it has been demolished.
Jason and I visited to check it out. I had never been there despite growing up in Pennsylvania. The ground is hotter than normal. You can feel it through your shoes. There is coal scattered everywhere and steam/smoke rising from holes in the ground. Part of route 61 was rerouted due to the highway splitting like a loaf of risen bread.
It is also the home of a lot of amusing and stupid graffiti as shown below!
Indeed! It truly was B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
We also attempted to visit…Satanville! Which only really exists in drunk or bored south eastern PA teenage hearts! Being adults with a fear of arrest, we didn’t get out of the car to trespass to find the fabled Culthouse/Satanic Church, but we did find the road it’s supposed to be off. Oh well, maybe next time! The weirdest thing we saw was a tree spray painted ‘Baby Tree’.
Have a hilarious clip from a documentary about Satanville PA.