Felis felix est. It's a happy cat.

Fun with Crayons!

There is a top-secret lab complex on the other side of the tree line. This poor guy was an experiment gone horribly wrong. He is shaking his fists at the injustice of it all.

Okay, I am actually kind of proud of this one. It looks better in real life. I like drawing trees.

IN CONCLUSION: Crayons are fun times.

This Post Does Not Contain Euripides Blockquotes

No new doodles today, so here's another snippet from last semester. It's from the Bacchae again: more Crazyeyes Agave!

from my notes on Virginia Woolf

"Probably," said Jacob, "we are the only people in the world who know what the Greeks meant."

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

A Thought for the Day

"Poetry turns all things to loveliness; it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful...It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes..." (A Defense of Poetry, 1840).

Oh, Percy Bysshe Shelley. <3

Another Blast from the (recent) Past

Portrait of the Artist's Sister. Christmas Day 2008. Crayon on wrapping paper.

Blasts from the (recent) Past

I'm clearing out some backlog while I'm in the mood for posting. These are from last Spring term--probably Canterbury Tales. I am firmly resisting the temptation to self-critique.

This turned into Alex Drake from Ashes to Ashes, a show with which I have something of a love/hate relationship...more hate/inexplicable fascination, really.

I don't even know, you guys. Probably she crawled out of some river and is going to steal your soul. Then eat it.