scopophobia is the fear of spectators, of being seen.
soteriophobia is fear of dependence on others.
spectrophobia is the fear of specters, of ghostly beings.
stenophobia is the fear of narrow spaces.
this summer i have enjoyed many comic books. pornographic ones, ones about ghostly spirals, and one [치즈 스위트 홈] about a cat with large, expressive eyeballs. i […]
“undr” is my new mantra.
yesterday i rested and made:
1. fluffy paper
2. dead blue pig-dog (he’s ugly)
3. tragic bear (held together by pins until i can find proper joints)
4. necklace (my favorite braid to make)
5. thaumatrope
the thaumatrope is an old optical toy: a paper disc spins on a string, merging the two faces into a single […]
i can not post more, because i’m working on my incredible novel.
it’s a love story, of course. the one magnificent line i crafted today:
“his hair was somewhat brown, as were his long pants.”
i haven’t posted any paintings, because they are too large to scan.
in march, i made a booklet (20-page story) for someone,
and i liked it so much that i’m going to make one every month.
i illustrated with a sharpie and a letraset marker…
simple tools, nice break from big paintings.
here are 12 pages from my diary. i […]
I.
“where did i leave my last breath?” a silk moth despaired.
because her sense of direction had been impaired,
she reached for a compass — but her arm wasn’t there.
phantom limbs clutched at nothing and pointed nowhere.
II.
you can buy another shirt with my pictures. i’m glad this was printed because i thought of my cousin when i […]
I. PAPER DOLLS
i made many paper dolls on friday, but i only kept these two: the elephant, who keeps stories in his nose, and the blue lady, who is adrift, adrift, adrift on the swift tides of some proverbial sea.
II. A DRIFTER…
adrift on a wind-driven sojourn to traffic with phantoms on long deserted highways, to […]
why sticks and stones when words will do the trick
i still remember this grotto and these small forces in mid-metamorphoses, not yet living, and suggesting character and gesture, but still stone. the stones are still; the impression of motion is just your mind racing to catch up to your eyes.
like skipping a rock across water, […]
having a defective gimphole of an ear means i can’t hear and manage my own speaking tone. maybe i softly whisper, “help! help! there’s a fire!” and maybe i holler, “I WONDER IF HER VAGINA IS AS CUTE AS HER FACE! ohohoho! (=^_^=)”
i just do not know. i must be so cautious these days!
new year’s […]
i’ve been a creepy, creeping insomniac these days. i read a lot, drink a lot of tea, listen to bach on repeat like a crazy person. i make paper; pressing the pulp reminds me of pressing buttercups and queen anne’s lace as a child.
what else? well i have been thinking about really, really ridding my […]
today i suddenly thought, “the dugong is the cockatoo of the sea.” the sentence felt true but i didn’t know why, so i was furious. hours later i realized the association: tuna is called “the chicken of the sea.” my mind had a little accident with analogies.
these days, i am like a toddler trying to […]