January 2011
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Poor, Unartistic Me
Sadly, I have the artistic talent of a flea. A blind flea. With no flea legs or flea arms, who is deathly allergic to flea creativity.
I’ve never been able to translate the art in my head to art on a page. The little that does survive the journey gets lost in translation. Things seem straightforward and crystal clear in my head, but the end result? Fast forward to a lot of bad sketches and...
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I think I'd like to buy a new notebook tomorrow... →
God I wish I could draw. Or paint. Or sketch. I’m a doodler, and a poor one at that.
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I wish I'd never shown Jory the Partylite...
“What about pancakes? Is there a pancake-scented candle?”
“Ooh what about Vintage Leather? I love leather! I bet it smells great on fire!”
Jory: “Dude, these smell descriptions are super gay”
Me: “Of course they’re gay, it’s a freaking candle catalogue. What were you expecting, scents like Beefy Dudes Post-Workout?”
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Minimalist Packaging →