los angeles, ca.

dominoe farris-gilbert

nate rothstein

cassondra carper (photo: dominoe)

mark bernhardt

jeremy stephenson

jules lacoste

jacinda mitchell

". . . i don't know where the sunbeams end

and the star lights begin

it's all a mystery . . ."

and,

just like that,

he disappeared with the clouds.

please don't prove me a fool.

cat power- naked if i want to

i finished my portrait of ashley.

well, 

actually,

i'm going to put it aside and come back to it;

you can't really tell, 

but,

there are a couple of different shades in her hair-

 i'd like to make them more pronounced.

i decided to make the owl less realistic 

so that i could take liberties elsewhere

and, therefore, meet with the original theme,

"fantasy reality".

don't worry about me,

i have the moon to kiss goodnight.

sigur ros- glosoli

my gypsy eyes 

have never been

more concentrated;

you instantly 

intrigued me into

complete devotion.

firework studies: pierre le hors

palm springs, ca

matteo eyia

bella eyia

self protrait.

watercolor.

2008.

fanfarlo- atlas

"time 

wastes 

so much 

time".

 in tomorrow 

lies

my favorite

yesterday.

your soul

is weighing 

you down.

i've kissed your lips a hundred times . . .

. . . in my dreams.

the "entitled" 

are killing off 

the "grateful".

"when you ain't got nothin',

you ain't got nothin' to lose"

-bob dylan

(also what my art professor tells me every time he catches me staring, blankly, at my canvas).

i enrolled in a painting class...
i figured it would be a good idea to take a break 
from all that comes with nursing school. 

it's been years since i've put a great deal of energy into creativity.

i forgot how amazing it feels to "make".
our first assigned theme is "fantasy reality".
i tend to attempt to capture femininity in all that i do,
and i chose to do no different this time around.

here are some photos of my current project;

my best friend, ashley, is my favorite muse.

i obviously have a ways to go...

i think i've decided to put some antlers on her.

ashley reminds me of a fawn-

so delicate and beautiful,

i hope i can portray her as such.

i should title this, "if ashley had a left side". (inside joke).

"never" is a very promising word.

fleet foxes- white winter hymnal

 great grandma jo and me at her 90th birthday party.

up until about 6 months ago, my 92 year old great grandmother lived independently; josephine mathewson is one of the loveliest ladies this world has ever seen. she is a woman that smiles with her whole being- you can see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and feel it in her hugs. my great grandma speaks of nothing but goodness. she will make you think you are the only person alive as she gives you a wink and listens to your every word. she only refers to you as "honey" or "love".

"jo", as her friends know her, loves to sing, listen to music and admire all things. she is an absolute lady- her long silver hair is kept twirled up, pinned with jewels. she is always dressed in the most elegant attire, and  mists herself with a heavenly scent. she is the epitome of a woman and still turns heads as she glides across the room.

her advanced age has brought her into her final stage of existence; it appears that her heart, is failing. 

it's a damn shame that we can live a life of goodness, and still have to live out our last days as a prisoner in our own bodies. 

i have a lot of my great grandmother in me- she has taught me to admire the simplicities in life, to smile even when no one is around, to respect myself, and to honor my family. she has taught me to write poetry and to view all windows as paintings.

after my family realized that my wonderful grandmother could no longer safely live on her own, we had to unfortunately change her living situation and move her into a facility that could give her the proper care that she needs. 

we then took our time going through her beautiful home. this woman collected treasures and cared for each one throughout her life. i can't begin to explain how sweet she is to everyone and everything- her home was full of nothing but items that could only be owned by a true lady. 

i was fortunate enough to be given many of my great grandmother's prized possessions- my beloved studio is basically her home, transplanted into mine. 

here are just a few of my most valued inheritances:

 wooden box (1940's), framed photo of her garden that i knew as a child, hand held mirror (1950's).

 chair that she rocked every one of her grand and great grand babies in, side table with upholstered top.

 5 foot long rug that she created (1970's).

 another one of her creations.

traveling case for beauty.

i can only dream that i'll leave a legacy as inspiring as hers.

palm springs, ca

cassondra carper

sergio macian

 aqui se acaba la tristeza.

love asks too much of me;

i don't have the time, 

the will,

the patience,

the care.