Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Tag Archives: personal stories you didn’t want to hear

If you find charcoal drawings inaproppriate, you should really consider your life. Happy Saturday!

  I make odd choices at life drawing sessions.  Sometimes, I frame things strangely. Sometimes I have extra time at the end of the pose, so I draw feet. Sometimes … Continue reading

March 2, 2013 · Leave a comment

In which I post a little something special for this, my 50th post, and then wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Not really.  This blog brings me and all five of my readers a certain amount of joy, so yay blog.  Aaaanyway. . . He reminds me of the owl. What … Continue reading

March 1, 2013 · Leave a comment

Saturday! Time for a change of pace.

Sometimes I make dolls/sculptures/doll-like things. This one was for a Fiber Arts Guild gallery show years ago, and based on ‘She Walks in Beauty like the Night’.  She’s pretty large … Continue reading

February 22, 2013 · Leave a comment

I feel like his initials may have let him down here.

So yes, I should have posted this in time for that holiday we had, but I drew it after the fact.  Anyone else remember making mailboxes or decorated bags for … Continue reading

February 21, 2013 · Leave a comment

In Defense of Neurotic Owl

First of all, now I have Stephen Lynch’s ‘In Defense of a Peepshow Girl’ in my head, so thanks, me. The thing I’ve been thinking about, though, is this.  This … Continue reading

February 21, 2013 · 4 Comments

In which I talk about serious shit because it’s my blog and you can’t stop me.

So if you don’t know about the silver ribbon, go read this: http://thebloggess.com/2012/01/the-fight-goes-on/   Then go ahead and read everything else The Bloggess has written, because that shit’s hilarious.  ‘Sokay, I’ll … Continue reading

February 15, 2013 · 5 Comments

I should draw baby owls more often.

  So usually I don’t do much to these in Photoshop beyond adding the frame and taking out that stupid smudge I can’t get off of my scanner screen, but … Continue reading

February 13, 2013 · Leave a comment

His novel is roughly the size of my (unfinished) undergraduate thesis. Did you know those things were only supposed to be about 20 pages?

. . . which is why I teeechnically shouldn’t have graduated the honours program.  I meant to finish it, I really did, but I had to go talk to the … Continue reading

February 1, 2013 · Leave a comment