I am still slightly alive it may seem; hopefully I shall start doing some more paintings and work. In the middle of getting moved and all the wonderful things that have to do with moving and working.

Just be aware that I haven't dropped off the face of the earth! -- yet!

Lots of love,
-Bliss

PS;
Tirian, send me an email. I'm building a light table soon-ish so that I can get back to work on the Graphic Novel; I haven't forgotten, and I hope you haven't either!

Sketch: $5 - 10
Inked Sketch: $ 15 - 20
Inked & Coloured: $ 30 +

If you want a commission, just send me a PM!

Alright, classes have begun and I am embarking on one of the biggest and most tedious projects I've ever done before.

Lets start with criteria!
"Beautiful Garbage"
Create an object, item, or other sort of form which consists of 10lbs of a single, repetitive material.
- Ex. 10lbs of Pens, 10lbs of Bottle Caps, etc.



PROJECT CHOICE IDEA
Chainmail Tunic crafted of Safety Pins.

Are you ready for the specs?

10 lbs of Safety Pins adds up to about 10'080 individual safety pins.
Ordered from the US, market price of $98.-- (plus shipping) which leaves the price so far at $171.--

Money aside and all of that wonderful stuff, lets think about this together. I am going to have to open every one of those 10'080 safety pins to attach to one another, find a working pattern to attach them all fluidly, and of course, make a nice shirt template with long sleeves.

Welcome to insanity.

I shall keep everyone updated as this project continues.

Well now that I have an actual working, absolutely amazing Printer, which doubles as a scanner, a photo printer a copier and much much more!- I will actually be able to go back fully into traditional art and be able to host it here. I personally think that's brilliant myself.

Well, Monday, January 7th, school starts. Yes, the brilliance of art school. I am excited, and for some reason have this strange urge to write poetry, drink tea and smoke weed, BUT, only the first two will probably happen.

... then I need a job.

February? Perhaps. Yes? No? Fuck! Maybe.

Stay tuned for the next episode of ...
Never mind.

......................

We find inside each of ourselves an endless eternity of everything. Moments, memories, pain, happiness, a forgotten smile, a forgotten scream. Tribulations of each word taken in turn sour, and even in the light of hope there is a dreadful fall where the cliff ends.

And we scream... even though the deaf are the only ones to listen, the blind the only to see the pain.

To live in a painted lie, oh its so beautiful tonight. Smile and waltz, they wont tell the difference. They can't tell the difference for those who look are colourblind. One day they will listen and hear the silent pleas. One day they will look and see the dry tears behind the painted smile.

And oh!

I love.
I truly LOVE.

But it separates me.

If I could take my soul and rip it clean from my heart and tell it seporate from my mind's contemplations to stop aching, I would. But I cannot. Even in the silence it continues to wail.

I was happy once.

I still am.

8:00AM.
20mg.
Glass of water.
Swallow and smile.

Swallow and fucking smile.
Don't worry, we don't feel the pain anymore. Not until the pills wear their course in the middle of the night - that's the time we cry.

A split course of thought. A split everything.

I am sorry, I love you.

Contemplate and fail? Life is so fulfilling when no one supports you.

Courses in for Emily Carr - On the wait list for a few. Second semester is the fail, but that is alright, I'll catch up over the summer hopefully.

Ceramics, sculpture ... perhaps I can carve my heart and replace it.
I hear tempered clay is harder than flesh.

... we will see.

How unfortunate I woke up today.

Something about the way you look at mememememe... and when I turn my head, you're there. Perfect perfection. And we should go for breakfeast before I lose myself and it slips into my veins like a sickening illusion of my own death...

I enjoy it though.

Dont you?

...and you sleep.
I love you; I said.

Are you listening?
...you're still breathing.

So it didn't work.
I love you too.

- - - - - - - - - - - _intermission_- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Emily Carr, hurry the fuck up.
I want in.

Two days.
Two weeks.
Two letters.
Nothing from you.

I'm fucking waiting.

And I'll take you down with me
an artistic furr-
-eeey of fire.

That'd get me in.
Too bad it'd get you out.

\\ sorry.
The pills arn't in my veins yet.

Care to tear my skin and put them in?

//onetwothreefour
and there's water.
Down they go.

Rest and wait THIRTY minutes.
Colour will appear again not in just red.
It will be alright
so they say.