I’ve been listening to the mikachu-oonkaoon-peek-at-chu song on repeat and I feel like Trevor Brown’s been helping me. I thought “Black is such a strong colour, don’t use it if you don’t know how” and it was like he was thought-talking about magic and not really art but they’re one and the same. (I’ve always outlined everything in black… but I’ve outlined in white on brown paper!) (And deeper yet some part of me thinks that was a love letter to Marlon…)
This is a practice piece! Of Louise Pentland ^_^ #sprinkleofglitter
I’m trying to combine all the artists I’ve ever liked, I think. Also I remembered that I am good with watercolour and oil pastels … the thing that put me off was the standard colour palettes
Okay so I’ve no idea if I’ll come back to this tomorrow or not but I really don’t feel like I did this – at all. In a good way. ^_^
Louise and her baby aliens. It’s 2AM and I’m going to sleep
Today – as in seconds ago – I realised that Darcy is a soul fragment of my sister. And a guy I hung out with in Denmark about three or four times. Possibly less. When I’m attracted to people girls flock to them, and they pick those girls over me. They regret it of course but it doesn’t change the fact.
I think Darcy is a little bit of a Jinx…
Louise reminds me of a childhood bestfriend. She had asthma and liked Eminem a LOT. I have a memory of her and I visiting the local swimming baths… we were running back and forth in an empty locker/changing room screeching “I’M THE QUEEN OF THE CATWALK – MEEEEAAAOWWWWWWWW” – also she had a swimming teacher that used to get students to warm up by lifting their arms in the air and rotating them saying – “you swing your arms round and tooch your ear”
She’d never admit it but my sister used to like the Smashing Pumpkins. A lot. This was a song someone I went to a secondary school with for a year, called James Arthur sent to me… and it’s very weirdly relevant, years later.
We named a chihuahua after him. When I was tiny, I was gifted a bracelet worth thousands and I took it off. I was about two or three? Can you blame me?
And then after that a guy I met off Habbo Hotel (yep…) he gave me a cross necklace and a ring. One of his middle names was James. I only really liked him cos his room was super popular and he wore eyeliner and at the time if-he-wore-eyeliner-he-was-hot (even if he wasn’t). Then I randomly rang up James-Arthur (the one who sent me this song) when I was at London College of Fashion. We started hanging out. His mother worked for Sothebys and he bought me antique lalique jewellery with green crystals and lots of boxes, because he knew I loved those.
And she liked that friend of mine too. Makes sense. I remember once my sister cuddled her – she had a pretty ample bosom before she had her reduction, and I remember that friend once said “She hugged me and I squished into her big boobs!” So… kids do have a thing about women’s bodies. Whether grown ups like it or not.
As a little girl, my sister used to tell people that we had pet dolphins in a swimming pool.
I read a thing about funding for “breast feeding” awareness. Awhile ago I did a really – really fucked up meditation with my spiritual teachers. I realised that the first thing a newborn child feels is thirst. Not even shock about coming out of a body – thirst. Literally just mad-painful-thirst. That is the first physical sensation you ever felt. So uh, have that formula ready? Germaine Greer (I mentioned this before) said that mothers and their kids have pretty sexual relationships – and I think most kids are traumatised when their parents stop breast feeding them. It’s intimate – there’s a lot of energy in that interaction. It’s not a necessary practice for bonding.
There’s even a joke in friends – Joey says he sees a mother breastfeeding twins. It’s not a big deal and it’s nothing to be uncomfortable about. It probably kept cave-men watching cave-women when they were too busy to fend for themselves against mammoths and sabertooth tigers and stuff. (I’m being 2% sardonic)
Iunno – I’m really not okay with breast feeding. I think it’s gross. I think the people I’ve met that were breastfed have mostly been really fucked up. I mean, everyone is fucked up in some way and that can be the most delightful thing about a person. But it’s probably a weird – not-cruelty as such but something worth evolving out of.
I know hippie mothers sometimes breastfeed their kids until they’re like 15 or something but I HATE hippies
EDITED TO ADD
I spent most of today asleep sort of -_- but I did carry on a bit (again – thinking very much of/sharing energy with both Trevor Brown and Mark Ryden!)
Louise Pentland became Aphrodite! She’s not finished. Once again. It’s 3:20 AM so I’ma go maybe brush my toofs and stare at the shower but probably not bother with it even though I have to go out to the bank tomorrow.
It’s now 4:44 AM
I’ve no idea if I’ll ever finish this but I do like it a lot even if I don’t really feel like I did it. I mean I did it but I don’t feel like I did it. I was at least 90% helped. But if you don’t believe that when you think of someone you share energy then I did it awll by my selfies
It’s 5:39 AM.
Well I should go to the bank but I can’t cos I’m doing something important ok
I watched a Jeffree Star video & he said “peach” so I changed the palette a little