"We've seen your kind around here before...BRAH. How do you think we ended up on Suicide Island in the first place?"
"But as long as we're all here, what the hell. Let's play a game (giggle teeheehee)"
I was really into experimenting with different kinds of ink pen textures, particularly colored gel pens here.
Part of me wants to buy a set of different color inks to see what I can do differently with them than watercolors, and another part that sounds like my Dad tells me that we live primarily on disability and have already been working on ways to budget better as it is. (no shit, if you could hear in my mind, you would really hear that dialog being said in a voice that sounds like my Dad. Also, you would hear white noise and sine wave)
Yesterday me and Eric & some friends caught the show up at Museo del Barrio of Belkis Ayon, a 20th century Cuban printmaker who's work involves the mythos of a patriarchal secret society, the Abakua, and the one female figure in the mythos, who is a transgressor and rebel of sorts. So needless to say, Cuban, magickal, rebel girls, and an eerie black and white aesthetic--yeah, I'm pretty much all over her work.
