one more thing..

I'm joining the Hellgate RollerGirls.
.....
that's roller derby for those that don't know.
fuck yea.


p.s. I need suggestions for my derby name!!

assholes...

I've determined that people cannot be trusted, no matter what you think.
People are assholes and always will be.

Someone (dickfacecocksuckercuntwhoremotherfucker) stole my bike on Monday.
The bike that I put close to, if not more than, $500 into.
The bike that was one wheel and one seat away from being exactly what I wanted.
The bike that is, technically, my only mode of transportation other than my feet.
The bike that was fun to ride..

you fucking fuck.
you better not be around when I find it, for your own sake.
I have never been so pissed off in my entire life.
or as ready to fuck something up.

i like

pretty sweet video..



Alex Pardee, you have good taste.

The Opening

The night when great I have to say!
All that worrying paid off in the end..
Here's a few pictures from the night.
Enjoy.

I hate this part...

So, it's all up in the shop.

I keep having these insecure moments where I just can't help but think no one will like any of the things I made for this art show. *sigh* I like most of the stuff I made, some more than others.. way more. They say hindsight is always the clearest and that couldn't be more true with me right now. I wish I had done more just abstract color things, instead of trying to get semi-technical with what I was making. I have more fun making the backgrounds of the art i put up than the picture in the middle, i hope it's not too obvious.


Oh well, next time i will listen to my heart and paint whatever feels right.
i think that just because this was my first show i felt that everything needed to be great and show some skill, whether i have it or not.. i kind of lost sight of the fact that art is as simple as an expression of one's thoughts and feelings and ideas in a moment..

I'm not saying everything i did was shit and that i hate all of it.
i'm just nervous to have people other than close friends see it for the first time.
i'm not good with criticism.
i'm working on it.
Al told me today that i have to learn to take it better in order to be a better artist.
he couldn't be more right.

i just want people to like it is all, like really like it... not just say they like it when they really don't.


I guess that's part of it though, not everyone will like it, and that's fine. I just want enough people to genuinely like it so i can feel good about what it is i'm trying to do with my life.
bleh.

"it will all be fine tomorrow"
that's what i keep telling myself.
i hate not feeling confident.
i've been feeling really good about myself lately,
but then again i don't normally put so much of myself out there for the world to see.
or judge...


now's as good a time as any eh?
time to share some Sarah with the world.
I'm gettin up in that asshole and spray painting "SARAH WUZ HERE BITCHES!"
yea, that's right.

umm..

I have an art show coming up on the seventh...
and I just finished painting the backgrounds/edges for all the pieces.

*now comes the hard part*

drawing up the rest of it and putting them all together...






Bring it on.
p.s. I'll post some 'in progress' pieces as soon as I feel like taking the camera out and snapping a few ;)

seriously people

If i could have one wish right now it would be to have an entire week.. make that month.. where not one single person would comment me on my tattoos.

I mean really... is it *that* shocking to see a girl with a full sleeve? I think to some people it has to be.. either that or they've never ventured 30 miles outside their podunk middle of bum-fuck nowhere town to see a diverse community that does not all where overalls and straw hats and think a tweety bird tattoo is the shit.

Today we went shopping. every single place we went into at least one person said something about my tattoos.. asking if they're real, telling me they're very pretty, asking if they hurt, or just plain staring for 10 minutes like i'm not a fucking person that can see them staring!

seriously, i'm sick of it.


i didn't get them so people could talk to me about them. i got them (and will continue to get them) because i like them. because i think they're beautiful. because they're something that can remind me of a time in my life or a person i care about or something i truly adore..

not so you can oggle me and feel it's ok to touch them. THEY'RE FUCKING SKIN YOU IDIOT! touch your own arm, i bet it feels the same.. unless you're a man and in that case the only difference is that yours is hairier.

i forget that i have them sometimes because i'm so used to them at this point... i just wish other people would forget too.