K.I.S.S. MY ART

I'm getting back to drawing, more illustrations next time. though I do have a few paintings in mind. I need more space, dammit. So I have 2 pieces up at Avenue A Sushi restaurant/gallery. My sis came and so did Kevon, Dapo, Jen & Robin, yay. The waitors put on K.I.S.S. makeup for the halloween weekend and I wanted a group pic. The 4th member was busy so I opted for the photoshop version that evening. How creepy do I look? Rock on.


After that, we had some soul food at Mama's. SO GOOD. I loves me some fried chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and mac & cheese. Then we went to Lit Gallery, which featured 200 artists. Place was packed. Here are some pics:

R.I.P. iPOD

So it's another day of work, i go to the train station, F comes, I rush to catch it, caught it. It's rush hour so it's crowded, put my earphones in, whatever. One song ends, with broken wings "My August" starts, and I'm thinking "hmm, do I want to hear this now?" sure, 10 seconds into the song, it stops, I thought the music skipped which sometimes it does. 3 seconds later, no music, wtf? I pull my ipod from my earphones to find nothing on the end, okaaaaay. look through my bag, no iPod? look on the floor, no iPod? search my bag frantically, no fuckin' ipod? then my stuff falls out from the side og my bag?? And then I noticed someone sliced my bag open and took my iPod.

Are you fucking serious. Cutting my damn bag for a fucking iPod. And this probably happened within a few minutes. And I felt nothing, usually, you feel something when your stuff is being touched. And I'm careful with my shit, sometimes paranoid. I wasn't falling asleep or sitting down, straight up standing in a crowded subway cart.

After I noticed the tear, I asked people if they saw anything, nope, nothing. Wow. I reported it to the transit bureau later. I don't expect to get it back but just to report it. Maybe it's happen before, maybe there's a chain, maybe. Doubtful they'd sell it, I dunno how many people would like an iPod with ".misswang." engraved on it. wait....maybe that creepy she-male who tried to impersonate me on myspace a while back, hah......ughh.

SKEEVY. Look out for lurkers. Be safe. Don't use the white earphones. R.I.P. to my dear iPod. >=O

mann.eeee.qu.ughhh?

Nip/tuck photoshoot in New York.


Not really. I dunno whether this is trash or for display or someone's art or someone tryna sell their stuff. Bit creepy if you ask me. not to fond of baby dolls...but I do like babydolls. mmm.

flames or tears?

It's a full day today.

Preview.

..yet another one, eh?

Yep, this accessory whore slash internet whore now has a blog...spot. mmm.

So back in school, we had this "visual literacy" class that was required to take if you're a graphic design or advertising major. One of our projects, we were given a big poster paper that had boxes like a calender. Each box was one day out of the month, and you were to draw/create something that made that day memorable. No drawings yet, but pictures will do.

So here I was waiting for the train to come. Cute girl infront of me, she looked white and/or hispanic. Cute bum, bad pic.