sitting bear likes to stare.
√ Pygmy Puff Party Favors
"Pygmy Puffs," 2014, polymer clay, acrylic paint, and pom pom balls.
These adorable creatures are by far one of my favorite projects from my Hogwarts-themed birthday party and I hope my guests were just as thrilled to take one home.
As you can hopefully tell from the pictures, the construction wasn’t too difficult, but the sculpting and painting was fairly time-consuming. Possible future addition to my Etsy shop?
Dolce Gabbana ss14 + hair colors | inspired by (+)
NY Times: Weekend Arts Outdoors
I got the chance to illustrate the section cover for the Weekend Arts section in today’s NY Times. This was for a series of essays that look at how being outdoors effects the way we engage with art (you can check out the article here.) Thanks to Richard Aloisio for this incredible assignment!
Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.
THE LITTLE PAW SHOWING THROUGH THE BOWL IM WEAK
*gets anon hate from the dog with a blog*
My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.
Yesterday when I was in between flights after I had been throwing up we were walking through the airport terminal and my mum was going “I just don’t know what brought this all on!!” and I said “I think it was the inflight food… It was all a little bit plane” and then I laughed so hard that I threw up again
Why is no one reblogging this its gold