Chelsbunny

Girl, why you so pretty?

Venus Fly Trap

Another attempt at surrealism to counteract all my stress and worry.

The Scientists, Despite all their Efforts, Could not make it Fly

Jackson Inn

For Caroline

I read io9. This is the result.

The Grand March

Sometimes, I read Milan Kundera. Other times, I draw surrealist images when I can't convey how I really feel.

Hy-Dro, the People's Hero

After the tents were taken down, the OG's kept us all together. This one here is a force of good.

Waiting, as always, in Whitehall

OWS, Hy-Dro's Palace.

I drew this two days before the raid. I remember leaving camp, and my tent on the wall, thinking I would never see it again. Since time has moved on, I've come to realize that the movement is more than a maze of tents in the park. If the raid was needed to make us realize that, then it was for the best. Still, this three story complex made of crates, tarps, old doors, and tables took the police 4 hours to dismantle with axes.

By the Bonfire on Guy Fawkes

DK Cannot Be Drawn Seriously/ Sheeeep

With that, Her Eyes Rolled into the Back of Her Head & She Killed the Entire Household (including the small pet dog).

I can't draw DK

Soldier Boy; Passed Out Buddy

Yes, Pray, Little Man

HOWL: what I know to be true

Lame Party Tricks

Dr. Sketchy Visits Delaware - Turns into a Night of Cartoons

The (almost) Adventures of the Little Banksy Girl

Sometimes, You Just Gotta Draw Yourself as a Superhero

Back When I Was Four...

Turing in Her Drug-Dry Sleep

Some Faces You Will Have Seen Before

Yoga, aka Hippy Times

Portraits Del Fuego

It's Been a While, Old Friend

Those of you who follow my blog know I hardly just have a just written post. But what I am kidding, no one follows this blog.

Between the occupy movement, finding actual work, finally graduating, and life in general, I don't have time to update this as much as I like. If you notice (people who do not follow my blog) I tend to update scans all on one day, then go back and change the dates to when I drew the sketch. There, you found me out.

Last night liberty park was raided. The one place on earth I could publicly display my art is gone. I know thinking like this is selfish. When I first came to the park on Sept. 20th, I started doing sanitation. Three weeks later I came back to DE to hostess. I starting doing research into DE tax laws for OCDE, and began to fight against H.R. 1070 & H.R. 1965. What can I say... I'm a one woman army. Not that it matters. I did strike me as I sobbed over the loss of friends and a purpose in my life while watching the other99 live feed that I was one of the few artists to sketch the tents and shanty town that was Liberty park before it was raided. Two days before the raid, in fact. With OWS marchers to DC arriving tonight I don't have time to update this image, still.

With everything else, I just want to make art. Godspeed You Black Emperor's "Dead Flag Blues" on repeat forced me to start another oil painting, the likes of which I have not attempted since I was 18.

So, void, I shout into you again. And the void shouts back:
"sugar pie honey bunch, I don't want to lose you. Can't help myself. I love you and nobody else..." and so this song on the radio reminds me.

A Night to Relax off the street in Park Slope

Edith Warton style

Night time mic checks in Liberty park

This was the saturday night following the troy davis march in union sq. GA was moved to downtown liberty park to form a closer group against growing police force. I can't covey the sense of thousands of flashing blue and red lights striking the dark night, nor the feeling of coming doom.

One Little, Two Little, Three Little Piggies

Saturday night they came to surround us.

There's a Moth stuck to the front of your car.

After babe was done working in his macho way I had him smear his hands over a blank page. I couldn't figure out what to do with the concept til after I saw the dead moth. I am a disturbed sort of artist, I think.

Actually Serious drawing of an ATV engine.

Babe likes to ride ATVs. I like to draw. The two forces combined adds up to me drawing while he fixes things around the garage.

The Fateful Night When Barbie Became Self-Aware

Sometimes I try and draw something serious like a complex and highly detailed study of legs. But it turns into something like this.

I really bonded with this girl. She kept saying how awesome I am. I hope she realizes how awesome she is, too.

A firespinner from madison dr., a soldier from my past, his lady friend, and some Old Crow lyrics

Sometimes I just draw whatever is there

Attempt at drawing from inside my own head. the two parts go next to each other.

I feel like this deserves some explanation. I haven't drawn from my imagination in a while... and the more beer I drank the more came out. I guess I watch the news too much, because I somehow worked in Michelle Bachmann, both Libya and Syria, and the UK riots. Add into that my personal feelings and experimenting with different cartoon styles... and I scare myself. Seriously, this one is my The Bell Jar.

Arden Fair, Quick sketches (but aren't they always...)

Buddy, Madison Drive

Behind a Hilton, outside of Venice, is an abandoned Villa.

Petite, on a napkin, as a cartoon (which he was, really)

Virgin Mary, same relief as the other, same cafe as always in Venice

Sitting on the Dock of the *Grand Canal*, Wasting Time (around 4am)

What hides behind Jack's Stall

Mykonos, Greece. A lovely little town. I mainly just saw a perfect cafe on one of the side streets and the back of this building.

My parents often complain that when I travel with them I just sit at cafes or bars and draw. I see no problem with this.

Dancing Couple (while waiting for Petite to arrive)

Ancona, Greece. I didn't actually leave the boat.