"An open letter to a boy who was sky-soft brown" or "A fairy story about love"

I know a boy who is sky-soft brown
I know a boy who is sky-soft brown
The dirt leaps for joy when his feet touch the ground.
His strut is peacock
His eye is burning brass
His smile is sorghum syrup drippin' slow-sweet to the last
I know a boy who is sky-soft brown

Toni Morrison - The Bluest Eye.

Once upon a time, I loved a boy who was sky-soft brown. A beautiful boy with a body and a smile that could make a girl just cry to look at him. Even the scar on his left hand was beautiful, perfect in its history. Languid dark eyes partially hidden by downy lashes, and skin as smooth and brown as polished mahogany. It was a premature love fueled by a passion I did not believe could still exist and a feeling of safety I desperately needed. I loved a boy who was sky-soft brown, a boy who hands filled the matrix of my body with the most exquisite agonizing pleasure. But he did not want love



To be continued...

She is after all, ill equipped.

Life isn't equipped to give us what we want or what we need.

Ok. I lied.

I am a bad blogger. Fine. I'm sure your bad at some stuff too. But Hey!!! Look!!!! I come with hair updates!!!!

I am about 3 weeks into my locing progress, and I have some nice (albeit dirty) new growth.


root shot, 2/4

I've already washed and twisted my hair once, and I will do so again this weekend after my ski trip. I'm hoping the chlorinated water from the indoor pool will promote spontaneous locing and I will have beautiful long locs by the time I get back *le sigh*. So here is some visual goodness:

The last set of TST I will ever put in, Jan 17:


Root Shot:


First Washing, 1/26



root shot:




Stay tuned for more stuff including my new obsession with handmade jewelry, and my new obsession with finding, collecting, organizing and even cooking new recipes!!!! yay!!!

Big decisions for '09: Locs

After experiencing some serious loc envy of my dad, girls on the train, and Lauryn Hill, after toying with the idea for a few months, I have decided to loc my hair. Last night I put in my last set of two strand twists. As much as I love my twist-outs i cant take the combing and re-twisting any more. And i have seen people who got their locs into BEAUTIFUL spiral curls, so I'm not giving up much.

While researching locs, I learned that I am a product junky. Right now I have 2 different bottles of shampoo both half filled, and 3 bottles of conditioner, and several different types of twist gels. I decided that I am gona give up as many products as I can in favor of all natural and or homemade products. My first test:
A Honey Olive Oil twist gel.
2 tbsp Aloe Vera gel
1 tbsp of Olive Oil
1 tsp of honey.
1 vitamin E capsul
next time add: a few drops of maybe lavender EO
Pros: Holds like white on rice.
Cons: I don't like the smell, but a little bit of essential oil should fix that next time. It also got sticky after a while and I had to keep a wet towel handy to wipe my hands on so I didn't gunk up my hair.
Verdict: I will keep using it, it held really well and my hair feels really nice.

I will keep you guys posted on how things are going, and as soon as I get back home form Ganny's house, I will upload some pics.

Lifesavers...

don't actually save lives. In fact, the increase your risk of death by dentist by 56% per package eaten. Gummie Bears on the other hand are quite handy in tight situations.

the big red balloon

Moe just came back from the circus, and look what he's brought back!!!




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Going back the way you came to find out when and where you lost your way

I was looking back through my old sketch books trying to find out when and where art stopped being fun, when painting became a painful chore instead of the joy of expression. I know it happen somewhere during sophomore year, and I am determined to go back to where I was freshman year and pick up there. I'm tired of catering to the needs and tastes of my fellow classmates to live up to some kind of imaginary and arbitrary artistic standard. This idea of going back to painting they way I used to, without trying to give it some kind of meaning or purpose in the art world, fills me with a sense of excitement I've missed over the last two years.

Because pigs CAN fly in my opinion...

Pigs fly in my world, but they are bad fliers and always wind up getting stuck on spits and half naked natives build fires underneath them and roast them and share the porky goodness with the world...

Illustration Friday: Pretend

Playing pretend makes friendships stronger. Little Moe and Teddy will be best friends forever!!!




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I can't draw. Honestly, I can't...

I really should draw more, but every time I pick up a moleskine and a pen, I get scared. I used to draw all the time, but now I'm lucky if I can scratch out doodle. Even my etsy shop is suffering from my inability to draw. Its like 3.5 years of at school has rendered me incapable of making art. Ironic aint it?