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11:30 am | 02 August 2004 | mia galleria Below: Fancy panoramic view of the "Studio" (euphemism) So, I talk about making genius art a lot, but since I slack so aggressively I don't have a website where y'all could go see said art and SOLID GOLD BREATHER (after Warhol) THE SECOND HAPPIEST WHY YOU GOTTA MAKE EVERYTHING SO SAD, MY MOM SAID (SELF-PORTRAIT WITH CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AND BEES) SELF-PORTRAIT WITH CAPGUN (art-group assignment) "...AND NOW I CAN'T GET A DATE" "OHMYGOD DID YOU SEE HER BAG" "KINDA BIG DONTCHA THINK" LIQUOR & MAFIA WAS HELL And then here are a couple of the quick project-specific sketchy-illustration portrait-y things I did on Saturday once the pizza ran out. They are charcoal, china pencil and oil pastel on plain printer paper. I did 'em off photos so you might recognize the self-portrait from an LJ usericon. *This comes at the end of a long chain of events, as follows: Ahem: I was paid last week, but the bank held my check over the weekend to punish me for no reason. I was therefore limited to the meager amount of cash I had on hand, except wait--was that a heavenly choir?--Yes! Domino's takes checks. Compounding the gluttony was a really stranglingly awful period, which sorry** if this grosses you out boys but it's the clutching clotty truth, and I would normally have just stayed in bed with a hot-water bottle pressed to my stomach and a cool beer bottle pressed to my lips, but due to certain events of out-of-control (OOC) drunkenness Thursday last I am on a no-drunk hiatus, and furthermore was raised in a money-don't-grow-on-trees you'll-eat-what-we-provide-you finish-your-dinner-young-lady home, and when you put all these things together, you will see that it was, of course, very necessary for me to eat a whole pineapple-and-jalape�o pizza on Saturday, and this coming after I had ten windmill cookies for breakfast. Sue me. unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |