Category: Art

All’s Fair in Love and Unicorn Love

Once again, I have failed to write about my serious times feelings regarding the lay offs at my work. It’s a complicated ball of bullshit.

Besides, I found something way, way more fun to do.

The Bloggess also posted this on her awesome blog, so my life has basically peaked. And I’m ok with it.


I’m also working on making myself into an icon in other ways.


The original, for reference.

Of course, it’s not done yet, but what do you think? Doesn’t it just scream “Hire me, I’m personable and I totally care about making you awesome!”

Don’t worry, the end result will at least have a smile.

Or will it? Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion of stuff I draw on my phone.


P.S. Happy International Workers’ Day.

Take that as you will.

Dramatic Palm Conclusion

Yesterday, I talked about iconography, and how I would make trace after trace in order to get to a clean icon. As you can see, my sketches got uglier and uglier, but also simpler and simpler.

Eventually this:

Became this:

A printer friendly palm tree that can be used for any kind of merchandise at almost any size or resolution.

I also made these guys for fun:


They’re not too printer friendly, but they look pretty good to me.

So now we’re done with the palm tree saga. I hope you loved it as much as I did. Time seems to disappear when I’m working on graphic stuff, which can be a blessing and a curse. For example, I was just going to refine some edges and lay out text in photoshop after work, two hours later I’m still in the office like a clown. I have to get home to my boyfriend and my terrible dog, who I just learned took a dump on our carpet this evening.


Get dog training, they said, it’ll make her better, they said.

The Iconography of the Palm

The way I was taught icon design was that you start by making as detailed a trace of the original as possible, then a trace of that trace, and a trace of that trace, so and and so forth, making design decisions along the way, of course, emphasizing and downplaying features as needed. Eventually, all that’s left are the essential divisions of light and dark, at once simple and direct.

For example, this rooster magnet started it’s life as a trace of a photograph of a real rooster.


Yes, I know, someone stepped on it. It was me. Sorry rooster.

So, as part of my current project, I thought I’d work on palm tree iconography.


This is the first step, a detailed trace of an actual palm.

Then I doodled some more.

Scratch pages and random mid-project doodles can show options, test theories, and clear my head of tired, trite shit that’s taking up important space. As you can see, by the end of the second page I’d pretty much run out of gas, but I have some good direction for tomorrow, when I plan to start pulling everything together for presentation on Thursday. I know, I’m cutting it pretty close. I don’t usually operate like this, but that phone thief really took the wind out of my sales.

Tonight we were taking pictures of my outfit, and I just had to pull this one out and show it to you.


Pepper defies gravity.

I know it ruins the outfit surprise, but I don’t care. Isn’t my dog adorable? We’re doing training right now, and it’s making her better in some ways, but worse in others. For example, she will now sit on command about 75% of the time, but she pisses in the house at least twice a day and only 50% of those make it on the pee pad. The rest are usually within about a foot of the thing, which just makes me think she’s doing it on purpose. She’s also more terrified of the outside world than she’s ever been, but she appears to be happier and more relaxed with Ben and me. We asked the trainer about it, and her answer was basically that the change in routine is freaking her out and that as training becomes a part of her day, she’ll gain confidence and stop being so fucking lame. One can only hope.

Sketchbook: Palm Trees and Suns

When that jerkoff phone thief stole my phone, they also stole the only copy of some initial sketches for a project I’m working on. Tonight, I tried to remember what it was I had in those scratch pages.


This one is my favorite, but it also feels awfully familiar. Anybody else recognize it?

Obviously, these are just black and white sketches, but even with the scratch pages missing, they laid a good foundation for the next step, which is to refine these main concepts into some real options. The Aztec suns are way too angry and scary, but I think I have some solid ideas that I can expand on, and go into further detail for over the next few days.


Fuck you phone thief. Can’t stop. Won’t stop.

Crafted at the Port of LA

Saturday we visited Crafted at the Port of LA to see if we could pick up some last minute Christmas gifts before we head up to Oregon on Tuesday. I’d been hearing ads for them on my local NPR station for months now, but I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Based on the fact that they could buy air time on a radio station, even public radio made me think this was probably a major entrepreneurial undertaking, but the idea of organizing handmade crafters into a successful commercial venture intrigued me.

I was kind of hoping it would be like the Grand Central Market downtown, but with hand crafts. On the subject of Grand Central Market, I really have to take a field trip there now that I have this blog. My dad used to take me when I was a kid and I thought it was a magical place. I wonder how I would see it with adult eyes.

Anyway, the market itself is totally inside the port in a massive WWII era warehouse that has been converted into a hipster paradise. Thankfully, despite the decor and Boba ni Taco truck parked outside, the atmosphere was decidedly unpretentious and welcoming while still being interesting and fun. Although, part of the mellowness might be because we arrived later, with less than two hours left before closing time. We ate lunch at the truck, which was wise, because there was no other hot food inside. There was a macaroon stall, and a beer station, but as far as I could tell, that was the extent of the edibles available once past the door. The verdict on Boba ni Taco is that they are decidedly above average, and their prices are decent. Unlike the expensive ‘gourmet’ trucks that lurk around my office on Wilshire, this was an honest old taco truck at heart, delivering simple food quickly and with skill. I especially recommend their hot almond milk tea. Maybe refrain from eating it at the same time as chow mein, because it’s really sweet, but if you’re a fan of almond, this is a hit.

As we walked in past a fundraiser/Christmas tree sale (with really cheap trees if you ask me), a DJ was spinning by the door. Believe me when I say that I usually hate the obligatory DJ spinning by the door situation that almost every popular spot in this city has right now. But unlike every other DJ, who’s repetitive house/trance has to be screamed over, this guy had a laid back hip hop and jazz thing going that worked well in the space, didn’t inhibit conversation, and chilled me out as I wandered through the stalls. The Crafted site has him listed as Frank Foreal, but I seem to remember him looking a little different, so it may have been a different guy, or Frank may be in need of some new publicity shots. Either way, I appreciate your subtly, sir.

I think because we came so late in the day, but it might also be because it’s already Hanukkah and getting close to Christmas, there weren’t a lot of people there and about 20% of the vendors were closed with large “CRAFTED” banners covering their stalls. But the people who were left were a really cool cross section of the crafting community that included fiber art, jewelry, wood working, horticulture and some food stuff too. The people we ended up talking to the most were the girl manning the De La Luna Designs both (I don’t think she was designer Virginia Ayala), the folks at Red Car Market, which is a local food collective. They even had some stuff made in Altadena, my home town. We also talked with a girl who we now swear was sitting in the Dogwood & Poppy booth, but she wasn’t making jewelry, which is what they sell Lisa of Oxford Accessories, who shares a booth with Dogwood & Poppy. She was making these really cute slouch beanies that she sold in mason jars. She told us we looked like we were made to be a couple. We decided not to tell her it’s from 9 years of the same eating, sleeping and exercising (or not exercising in our case) as each other, and instead told her about our secret twins who follow us around. (This is real. Well, mostly real). Maybe I’ll tell you about them tomorrow.

As far as pricing at the goes, there really was a wide range, frequently in the same shop. One artist, I want to say it was Ann Olsen Daub had a bucket of old keys for $.25 each mere feet away from some amazing necklaces selling in the hundreds of dollars (with good reason). The variety of styles was massive as well. I can honestly say, we could probably bring every friend we have and they would all find a booth they liked.

According to the Crafted site, what we saw today is just the first phase of their ultimate plan, which will be unrolled in three month stages, 100 venders at a time. They’re counting on a 1.2 billion dollar revitalization effort by the Port and the City to generate shopping traffic for their final form: two warehouses filled with 250 vendor stalls each connected by a courtyard in between them.

Vendors pay $500 a month in rent, but as many as 5 can share a single stall with what’s called a Curated Stall Agreement (I have a feeling that’s what Red Car Market is), and not just anybody can get in. There’s a vender application with sections to fill in your store’s flickr, facebook, etsy, and website URLs so that your merchandise can be appraised. Leases are 6 months, and there’s a $500 deposit on the space. Depending on the price range of your crafts, or the willingness of your crafty friends to share a commitment, it might be a sound decision for someone who’s already on the craft fair circuit, or pulling steady income from etsy. Also, it did feel like the different vendors had become friends, which is a nice experience if you haven’t been privy to fair solidarity before.

Even as I’m daunted by the idea of 500 separate handcraft vendors occupying the same space for at least 6 months at a time (think of the drama!) I love the intention of Crafted. I find myself wanting them to succeed, and succeed well. If this doesn’t work out, it won’t be for lack of gumption or cheekiness on their part. They’re definitely doing everything right from my point of view.


Aw crap, it’s Dec. 31st and I’m sitting here adding this to all my posts because I said I’d have it here until the end of the year and I didn’t. I suck I know. Still, support Planned Parenthood because they’re amazing and the things they do are awesome.


It’s Snot You, It’s Me

  • I am sick.
  • Ben and my anniversary (9 years, yay!) was on Thursday and we totally forgot about it until Friday night. He had a gnarly cold, so he joked that he got me sick for our anniversary. Then he actually got me sick. I feel like shit.

Honestly, this is all I have the strength for. Every one of the 147 words in this post had to be typed twice. I love you all. Except the shitty ones.



The Cutting Edge of Advertising

We got our advertising annual in at work this week, so like I do with all the design annuals, I sat down to sketch the major themes, and like I did with our last one, I used my Samsung Galaxy Note. Below are the major themes in advertising this year, as I see them.

Really, when is that not a theme?

I’m actually pretty fond of this one. But I can’t tell if it’s because of superior design, or because this is a picture of my awesome boyfriend.

No joke, there actually was a campaign highlighted in the annual where a clothing company disguised their pants as whiskey. To what end I do not know. Pants are basically the opposite of whiskey.

Of course it is. When will making fun of how stupid girl stuff is ever get old?


One thing I’ve noticed about the Note is that it can be more difficult to sketch on just because I’m worried about leaning my hand on it. If it were any bigger, it would be ungainly since I’d have to hover my hand and wrist over the drawing surface. As it is, it’s really only my hand that I have to keep away from the screen. It didn’t bother me when I first started drawing on the phone. Maybe I just wasn’t drawing as much back then, but you’ll see that some of these lines are a little shaky. That’s from me holding my hand over the phone and not having much leverage on the pen.


Oops. I published the blog without my winter holiday charity banner. What a terrible blogger I am. Donate to compensate for my shame.


Hello Sweetie

This has been an even longer Tuesday than my Tuesdays usually are. All I can do is add bullet points to whatever’s left of my completely addled brain and offer it to you before I fall asleep. I love you all. Except for the shitty ones.

  • I think my therapist broke up with me. At our last session, he said he was really busy, and he had a lot to do, but that he’d call me when he had room in his schedule. That was awhile ago now. Whatever, I feel like I’ve come to a place with my mom where I’m finally approaching her as an adult, rather than as a child. Also, I’m busy too, you know.
  • I drew this on my phone a few months ago. It’s us sitting in the lunch room alone, being bored. I look at it a lot because it’s probably the last time I got to sit quietly anywhere.
  • So today, I hugged two of my friends at the same time, effectively giving me a lady on each arm, and then I said ‘hey, I feel like a rapper.” Then I magically and awkwardly locked eyes with the only other person of color in the room. How do I manage to always do these things?
  • I am so tired right now, this is how I probably look:

    Why yes, that is our beautiful cat, Medusa. Living up to the name.
  • You really need to know about Pavel Petel, like, right now. NSFW.

The Cutting Edge of Design

I like to read my design books and make rough sketches of the things I see as being major themes and concepts in them. I thought I might as well capitalize on this opportunity to create content. So, I did the sketches on my Samsung Note instead of my sketchbook. Here’s what I see as being the major trends at the moment.

Guess Who’s Back?

If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you already know that we are once again, the owners of a much contested Rat Terrier named Pepper. I didn’t wake up this morning with the intention of getting her back, and in fact, in light of our conversation last week I called GBF this morning to check in and make sure he knew we’d be more than happy to take her. He told me it was still up in the air. So I kicked back and watched Romeos (I give it 8 out of 10, sometimes a little solipsistic, but still cute and touching.)

Anyway, by the time Romeos was over, there were two messages on my phone, one from my Uncle and one from GBF. Apparently, right after we hung up, GBF got his 30 days to quit notice from my grandma, and he decided that we should come and take the dog, since he had to get everything out of her house and garage and try and find another place. So Ben and I drove up and got her. This time, GBF signed and dated a note saying that the dog was ours. We’ll be getting her licensed as soon as we take her to the vet, get her a check up, microchip, necessary shots, and confirm that she has been spayed. So, no dicking around this time, the dog is really, truly, unequivocally ours.

She’s pretty excited.

And not very interested in staying still for a photo shoot.


Right after I took this picture, she ducked her head under my phone and licked my neck.

I don’t know if you can see it, but she has a little bit of a snaggle tooth, and her lip keeps getting stuck on it, so her face looks funny. We think it’s adorable.

I knew all along everything would work out fine, right?

Oh, and I illustrated another tweet. I think I have a new hobby.


He meant the dude was fat, and it’s hot. But I had other ideas…