A She-Rat for Günter Grass

Humor Survived to the End, 2012.

Six Nights in the Hermit Kingdom

Here are some photos from my trip to Korea. I'm responding well to these particular images at the moment, but my reactions might not be so reliable since I just returned from close to a thirty-hour, almost entirely sleepless journey home. I probably shouldn't type anything else, lest I say something regrettable. 

So, here it is. Korea.

needles

I want to finish this gown before I go to Korea. I've been spending my nights sewing and listening to Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps). Over and over. And over. There's a tiny hole in the tip of my middle finger, due to the constant pressing of needles through broadcloth.

Don't tell anyone, but this thing is part of a series of garments that were inspired by inane Yahoo news articles that I accidentally clicked on at some point in 2011, while trying to access my inbox.

I need to generously embellish the bustle and add more structure to the sleeves. Also, the underskirt is made of salvaged bits of old formal gowns; it would be really cool if some of that material could be visible. The dress probably weighs like six pounds. I swear it's going to rip itself apart of one these days, right on the hanger.

Gonna bleach the hell out of this bastard and dip it in shellac, I reckon. I need to draw up a detailed representation of what the finished installation will look like. 

Korea?

Whistle Thirst

Haven't made a comic in a while. Spent the past few hours working on this guy:

I'm tired. And scared!

zillions

I couldn't sleep so I made a tumblr containing images of my three-dimensional illustrations. I now have too many blogs. I never thought I would become the type of person who exercised reign over multiple blogs. Blog megalomania. Who am I?

http://chickenmccaitlin.tumblr.com/

planks

The Pink Corridor

character study, appeasement of faux bois fetish

Maybe I have bronchitis.

“Space and space again is the infinite deity which surrounds us and which we are ourselves contained. Height, weight and depth which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus protect myself from the infinity of space.”

- Max Beckman