Ready already?

Is she hesitating or is she preparing to jump? I am slightly irritated by her indecisiveness. Yeah, you heard me: am irritated by imagined indecisiveness of a character I myself created. I am telling you, am like a therapists dream.

Perfect Sunday

 

It is the Sunday morning that makes it all perfect.

One of my favorite times in a week is waking up and staying in bed till as late as possible on Sunday. It is especially gratifying when the rest of the week was super busy (including Saturday) and Sunday is looking pretty much the same (which is pretty much my life). And if I went out the night before and had a great time and completely have to have very indulgent breakfast on the account of all the alcohol and my stomach that needs saving.... I tell you, that is the moment: all the work seems worthwhile, being single seems like blessing from God itself, even being busy later seems to make sense. So I wake up, make breakfast and coffee, come back to bed with my computer and read all the shit ( sorry, it usually is) I find. Sometimes I like to put on an old black and white film, some romantic comedy with Doris Day or Katherine Hepburn and enjoy beautiful dresses and apartments and life in general. It's one of the rare times I can confidently say I am in the moment, I am there and then and there is nothing else in or out of my head.

Happiest day of the year

Not sure if you know, but scientist have calculated that today is the happiest day of the year. Let's just put aside the absurdity of calculating happiness, and enjoy this fact. Have to say, I am kind of cheery lately. Life is good... Nothing much changed, and yet I am just generally very satisfied. There are still issues and uncool stuff and "not quite where I'd like to be"  and all that, yet I am good. Few things come to mind, that might be the cause of this, but in the end it's not really important. Cause even if I knew exactly what it is, it's not like I can "fake" it at times when I am not so joyous. It's not like I can pretend there is sun, pretend that I care, pretend I am in love, pretend I have a purpose, that am succeeding. So in the end it doesn't matter what's behind it, all I can do is enjoy it while it is.
Though, looking at the illustration, am leaning to one conclusion; it might be just up to the change in attitude.

Wishing on a star

Ok, just to get one thing straight: This girl wasn't suppose to look worried. She was suppose to look like she is leaning on her hand and daydreaming. But I couldn't get her lips right! I just couldn't get that slight curve in it, so that at the same time it would look both prospectively correct and communicate a right feeling. So if you could just imagine it, I would very grateful. But if not and you can, maybe, identify with looking glamorous and worried at the same time... You're welcome!
Am still in the working mode. Still working on 3 jobs. Still have a fantasy of just getting out of my body and drawing day and night. Really, I have this thing where I would just love if I didn't have any physical needs like eating, sleeping, company etc. and could just draw and draw and draw. Am working on paper again and have to say until they discover some kind of screens that allow you the same amount of interaction that paper does, digital will never feel as satisfying. And working in large formats is especially fun! I tell you, action painters were on to something...

I get you bridezilla

My favorite thing ever is when it turns out I understand or can completely empathize with something I previously judged or ridiculed. And not like a cynical loving it, I mean seriously love it: I love how it shakes me out of a set reality and reminds me for the umpteenth time "Things are not always what they seem!!!!".
Obsession with the perfect wedding is the newest one. I am doing this series of drawings and the theme is weddings and brides so I have been scouring through bunch of wedding blogs and O.M.G!!! Like a proper American-mall-hanging-teenage-girl OMG. There are so many beautiful things out there and that industry, I feel, is being a bit mean. They are taking advantage of a delicate emotional time in peoples lives and "selling them happiness" in the form of sets and lace and candles and flower arrangements and ribbons and cakes and table cloths. AND there are seriously cool stuff out there! Not only things that my aunties would like. I mean properly cool designer shop/Urban Outfitters/ Anthropologie kind of cool stuff. And I can absolutely see how in that moment, when you are having a party to celebrate your (fingers crossed) only marriage to a person you think is very very cool you would want only the coolest napkins ANYONE has ever seen. I totally get that now.