BIRTH OF A ROLE MODEL

All ink on 11x15 watercolor paper. Maybe like... 7 hours??? D8 D8 D8 hella days

Alternate title:

• Mommy, I can haz Barbie?

I messed up the arm of the mom on the left... but... ahhhh what am I gonna do. I might try to revisit this one day.

IN OTHER NEWS:

Hey look I wrote a poem about being Chinese what

I was born in Canada, raised in Californ-i-a.
I took pride in being Chinadian,
although after my fifth birthday I was MIA.
I hated America because it hated me.
But I loved America out of hypocrisy.

I used to say Chinese like it was some kind of
disease.
Chinese used to mean
high expectations, exotic objects, weird smells and
bad driving.

Then one semester, thanks to
the Multi-Cultural Center
I thought, why do I hate who I am?
So now I'm learning:
to stop society from oppressing me.
To stop blaming my mom for oppressing me.
And to stop letting myself oppress myself.

So I'm learning and
I'm learning.
Now being Chinese,
always being Chinese,
means my mom wants me to try my best.
It means the food tastes like home, sweet, home, I confess.
It means yes, I am learning a different way
to love my parents and
myself.
I am now as proud to be Chinese
as I am to be
all the me's.

A CLEAR ROOM = A CLEAR MIND

And I do not have a clear room. SIGH. This was from last week. My room still looks the same, if not worse.


At any rate, changed the layout a tiny bit.

WIP barbie birth

I'm more interested in WIP's than anything else, so here is one. about like two and a half hours already D8 D8 D8 i work slow lol and iono how to use inks. Hoping this will turn out good!!! Eventually I will learn how to do lights properly...

It's fairly straightforward, but I guess you could go a couple ways with it. Birth of Barbie. The main surgeon dude or whatever is a man and the nurse is a woman and she is far away and real or unreal and I'm not sure who the mom is [maybe she is a child, although I have to say that I intended her to be bigger. Perspective. OOPS. But who the mom is doesn't matter at this point. Once you exit through those doors, you're stuck in TVLand.

In music news, more and more I am losing taste for nerdcore. Just a fad. It's got mostly the same values as any other rap, with less of a catchy beat. Also, more and more I find my true calling in electronic music with heavy bass beats even though I don't have a subwoofer or anything. Dubstep WAWWAAHAHWAAAAAHWAWAWAWAWAaaaa Trashy electronica

Assignment that was due like a hundred years ago

I was thinking about Jean Kilbourne's speech about body image, and then I was thinking about an image of thin body juxtaposed with a burger, and then I thought about a skull and mcdonalds burgers, and then this happened.

The assignment was to create a grid of drawings in charcoal. I didn't use nice paper for this because I haven't had a chance to go to Utrecht, but this is one of my better ones anyway. Fuck nice paper, it's so expensive 8[


My thoughts:

I wanted a realistic skull and a realistic Ronald McDonald [reference here] juxtaposed with a crude, cartoon-y burger.

We idolize BURGERS as some sort of luscious and even sexy god. It's really weird. We give fast food fat names, voices, personalities, sex appeal, and more. Yet we don't see it as a real problem sometimes.

Ronald McDonald is sort of the human entity of The Burger, and he is real, yet he's not. He's just some painted white-face dude with wrinkles and a limited career.

And skulls are real, but the one I used as a reference is actually a wax candle that my aunt gave to me. The drawing in itself is a sort of an embodiment of the real thing. The drawing is of a real thing, and is a real thing. And now it has what I intended to be a tongue, I'm not sure if that's translating correctly. I was thinking of the exoticism of The Burger. Nowadays, advertisers aren't even subtle about it.


That's super disjointed, but I'm still processing it. Hope I don't smudge it before critique BUHHHHHH