I feel like this one might merit explanation.
If, for some reason, like never having been a determinedly romantic and dreamy 13-year-old girl, you aren’t familiar with Dante Gabriel Rosetti, behold: I love a painter who picks one … Continue reading
Introducing another childhood fear!
Can I just say that if you have a young child who’s already terrified of the dark, and showers, and being left alone, and spiders, and needles, and, really, life, … Continue reading
Oh, Beardsley. You naughty scamp, you.
Have you ever sat and looked through a large book of Beardsley prints with a bunch of really young college students? I did, back when I was in grad school … Continue reading
Sometimes I regret my choices.
Which is why I went back and redid the caption for this one — as I recall, it was my first art owl and I hadn’t quite worked out the … Continue reading
Because didn’t you always want to see an owl in a chastity belt?
This is not going to help my Google search terms list.
Talking to other humans, eep.
And I agree with him. Making phone calls is terrifying and a leetle bit panic-inducing and nauseated-making. In fact, my most hated part of my job is the phone calls … Continue reading
It’s VAN DAY! (That’s a thing now.)
Y’all! Y’all! Remember this? Remember how I said it needed expanding? And then I waited with bated breath and you guys probably forgot it existed because you have lives and … Continue reading
I’m not great at drawing cars.
That’s supposed to be a Gremlin, just so you know — not because that’s what I drive, I have a reasonably reliable although somewhat elderly Honda Accord named Kaylee, but … Continue reading
Happy 5774! (Or, y’know, random day of 2013, if you’re all Gregorian and shit.)
‘All Gregorian And Shit’ is my new band name. So if you haven’t spent the last day or so eating brisket and tsimmes and challah with honey and apples with … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 