Showing posts with label gosh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gosh. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Granada Pt.2 Pt.3

This is a cave where a bea hibernates.



And here where her guests carry their candles.



Outside the bea's bedchamber, a sink one must bring the water to and take the water from, and a gas stove.



Outside! You can sit here in the sun in the morning.



If you look left you see this:



And sometimes when you look down you see this!



And that is the end of the story of the bea and the two dirtylocks who lived up in the gypsy mountain.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Granada part 2 part 2

Walking up to Bea's cave at night.



Bea is actually hyper beautiful, much more than mentioned by these pictures.



And --walking down from Bea's cave in the morning! I am wearing her dress: notice what the little man in the traffic sign is wearing.



This is why we would walk down the mountain:



Down down down.



Bless Granada.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Oh.

Everyone should just make art their friends like.

Cuz no matter how special one's friends are, there are still tons of people like them.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

tomorrow i find out EVERYTHING. everything. times, places, fates, faces for the names. candy for the baby. all things!

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

OH my gosh.
So, some news is good news: Alison Bechdel DREW me. She drew me!



I---it's----oh! Man! Yow! (Mang I take comfort knowing my Bechdel self is much more articulate than the self I have right now. Whenever I am at a loss for words I will look to her, smugly logophiliac, recently caffeinated).

Look, she drew my arms and hand exactly as they are in the photo. My face is smarter in the picture, but my arms hold exactly what they held.


Trivia: Jaya Ch. took this photo when she visited me in Madrid in 2007!
Significa: Ben Stevens romanced this photo from Bechdel when she visited Bard. This was the exchange as documented by B. Stevens:

I started the Q&A by asking whether
she could draw as a cartoon someone from a photograph?

"Sure!", Alison said.

A photograph I had printed out from facebook? (I printed out three,
for options.)

"She looks like a cartoon character already!", Alison said.


Flummery: I did not request such a favor, but I absolutely implied that, you know, if I were to be in the presence of the creator of "Dykes to Watch Out For" and "Fun Home" I would definitely do something nice for any luckless absentee in my life. Ben, and Bechdel, went far beyond my wildest hinting.