Shari can paint.

Sort of....

Well, comparing a painting from first semester to now, I think I've improved a lot.

Observe.

Exhibit A: first semester, acrylic. A black and white self-portrait. I honest-to-god had no clue how that stuff worked.



Exhibit B: thrid semester, acrylic. A color painting of an animal. This cat gave me nightmares.



Exhibit C: third semester, acrylic. A color painting of whatever we wanted to paint. I painted a very very sad little man.
Ta-daaaaaaaaaaah!

The scans are terrible. Especially on the last one. Damn those demons of reflection!

Till next time.

It's cold.

I was thinking of the cover of "Les Misérables". And this happened.


Also please check this out:


"The Waif of Persephone" by Nick Cross. He's one of my favorite cartoonist, and I love his obnoxious style and storytelling.

My stupid dress

This majestic 1970s vintage find is probably the most revolting, disgraceful, repulsive dress to ever be worn in our decade.
And I couldn't be happier knowing that I own such a terrible beauty. I love my dress. I love it because it's so ugly. And I'm proud to know that the victims of the fashion industry will spit in my face for wearing such a vulgar demonic piece of clothing upon my body.

Here's a real-life picture of it.

I found this treasure at Buffalo Exchange for about 10 dollars. I love thrift stores.

New Year

I know this is kind of 10 days late but...

Just pretend they're all really really drunk.