8/14/2022 Don't Be Fooled: Black Dogs aren't BlackTito, oil on canvas 20x16" . A special commission in progress.
I start with the eyes. That always makes them come to life and then I feel like they're monitoring the process start to finish. Speaking of starting things, during this piece I started listening to Ocean Vuong's "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" and it struck me for a few reasons: 1. Perhaps a dog's only fault is their short life spans. 2. immediately this book launches into the complicated life of monarch butterflies and our personal monsters and.. the narrator is nicknamed Little Dog... who happened to be the subject of my studio attentions for the duration of the book. I felt like I was entering the twilight zone wielding my paintbrush. There are few things artists find more challenging than rendering hands, ears and... black animals. My advice? From someone who never went to art school, take it from me. A black dog is really not a black dog. If you look at the palette I posted on my instagram story, black was actually completely absent. Ultramarine and Burnt umber will take you far enough into the darkness. There are certainly pet portrait artists concerned with picking out every whisker but I leave that business to the laser jets. If you want a painting? There is always room on this easel for dog portrait commissions. Now that my solo show 'Pink Lions Paper Crowns' is up at Cole Gallery, I'm looking forward to getting back to personal projects. I have several loose ends to revisit and then onto some really weird new adventures I've been dreaming about for far too long. Runaway Foxes, VI: With Ghost
24x18" oil on panel, available at Cole Gallery as part of my August 2022 solo show Pink Lions Paper Crowns There will be days you cannot run away. There will be days you are more ghost than girl. …. “Worthiness is not earned, it is claimed.” It finally clicked. A quote from a yoga teacher rocketed me back in time. I packed this piece two days ago to go to Cole Gallery for my solo show, after painting it almost a year ago. When the first 5 in the Runaway Fox series left my studio, for the Vulpine Tap Room, my walls were missing them, but not as much as I was I was. So I painted No. 6. And it wasn’t working. What do we do when a painting isn’t working? I say it all the time: We kill our darlings. We paint over the parts that we loved because maybe that tiny corner isn’t serving the whole composition. I did a lousy job painting over it. Whatever. Onward. I’d fix it later. Then, two foxes came racing, one after the other, bounding across the studio shouldering the ghost fox on the panel. They boldly took their final poses. One flying high, the other, crash landing. Up. Down. And they didn’t frighten at the sight of the ghost who came before. I learned many hard lessons from this year of incredible injury: a broken shoulder in the summer, a severe contusion to my sternum/clavicle that made breathing painful for months this winter, and most recently, a wildly painful ankle injury I have no explanation for. As a marathoner, you see it all the time: people tied up in their PRs, FKTs, Ultrasignup ranks, defining themselves by their ability to run far and fast. I was that way too, except I was using running to escape and numb what was too hard to confront in the moment. To outrun what I’ve spoken about as ‘bear days’. I’ve learned over this year of doubt and pain that injury never took running away from me: I had mistakenly tied up self worth and identity in this activity. You are so much more than what you can do, or used to be able to do. There will be days you cannot run away. There will be days you are more ghost than girl. And now I understand what I was painting was about so long ago. Little Wonders III: A Song to Sing in the Dark
16x12” SOLD, before the piece is even finished 🔴 Hey @horijefe I wrote this song about you. I’ve spoken about Jeff before, he’s a musician & owner of @hiddenhandtattoo. He’s not just any tat artist. I call him the “grand daddy of the Seattle tattoo scene” - Find anyone who would disagree, I’ll wait. To cut a long story short, as fate would have it, years ago I found myself under the needle of Jeff who brought the tiger on my leg to life I needed to see. Every. Day. He even threw in some cherry blossoms, free hand. You wanna talk about trust?? Years later, I had visions for a sleeve telling the story of my life, with all the totems and important people who have become part of the 30+ year long chapters. I wouldn’t trust anyone other than Jeff with this task: A fox at my wrist gazing up at the moon, following a blaze of giant monarch butterflies, leading the way up to the mountains, into the crescent moon light on my shoulder… encountering a forest, marigolds and yes, even a unicorn on their journey toward the star-lit sky. In my work, monarchs are fluttering beacons of hope in this sometimes dark world. Hope flutters in the dark. That’s also where it begins. When I heard Jeff has to battle stage 4 cancer, seeing my leg, my sleeve, he has been top of mind every day since. I learned a lot from Jeff, he is one of the only people outside my immediate family to see this journey of sharing my art from the onset. Always supportive and encouraging. Celebrating all the moments along the way. I painted this piece as a tribute- half of the sale is being directly donated to his gofundme which you can find in his bio @horijefe . Prints will be available in a few weeks with every sale above cost to print & ship being donated directly as well. I’ll speak more on it when this is final. I wanted to share today as the original has just sold and I finally got to share it with Jeff. 7/26/2022 Mood foreverStory time :
A coworker mentioned showing up an hour early on accident forgetting it wasnt Monday hours yesterday. I told them I had once taken a day off in advance and accidentally showed up to work, they were like “clearly you didn’t have anything big planned.” I don’t think parents understand me and my need to have a random day off without an agenda or obligation. I suspect creatives might understand this. Or maybe it’s just one of my quirks. This morning it came to my attention that *I* don’t understand parents of human children. Check this out. I was listening to the radio- 1 06.1FM,Jubil was taking advice on the confession line which I don’t normally pay any attention to but for some reason this caught mine because I was jamming out to the song they were playing right before the talk segment. Anyway, this dad is on the line with a confession and a hack about how to take your child’s sass away here’s what he did. She was 9 years old and a serious Minecraft player , I’m no gamer. I played N64, we had mariokart growing up. Just mariokart. Anyway, while messing with his daughters phone, he accidentally deleted 3 worlds from her game. She was devastated. Instead of apologizing and taking responsibility for doing this himself- he takes the opportunity to tell his daughter, who has a bit of an attitude, that ‘sassy girls often have glitches in their computers …and that’s probably why it happened.’ The dad remarked this move worked well: her behavior was swiftly checked for a few days. I cannot with this! My take? However you feel right now, you gotta know, is an appropriate response to this world. 😂 It reminded me of my Royal Foxes shining those Savage Crowns. “👑🦊 You’re like a little wild thing that was never sent to school. -M O He’s a little moody. I think all of us has a little bit of the Royal in them… some are just a little better medicated, that’s all 😆.” Mood and monsters, FOREVER!!!!✊ Tl;dr :However you’re feeling, right now is an appropriate response to this world. Don’t fall for toxic positivity. Everyone will always tell you to be happy. Part of my purpose in sharing my work and thoughts is advocating to normalize the emotional spectrum. You’re a human. You’re entitled to the full range. It’s a package deal. 7/8/2022 Nobody warned me about the spots14x11” oil on panel , study in progress with this new palette I’m learning!
My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud. H Rollins Just continuing to get a handle this new palette with some new creatures. “What spurred these random new creatures?” 👀 Asks my best friend who sends me photos of giraffes every single day. 😏no body told me the spots were going to take this exercise of colors to the next level, wow giraffes, I gotta say. That first layer took a whole heck of a lot longer than the 17 sec reel I posted yesterday ! All I Need X 24x18” oil on panel
There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But, who wants easier? Mary Oliver Part of my show next month @colegallery . Can’t wait to tell these stories. You can pre purchase a few of these directly from colegallery.net Pink Lions Paper Crowns, August 2022❤️ 7/4/2022 New Tricks 12x9" SOLDNew Tricks. Oil on panel 12x9”.
SOLD 🔴 before the paint even dries to a wonderful collector 🦊 I have learned that we cannot choose who we love in this world. I have learned you cannot trade your love for someone to love you back. I have learned that there is a tiny keyhole in my chest and if you unlock it, paint and canvas and brushes fall out. I have learned that there is a little girl with a paintbrush in my heart, and she has painted thousands of foxes about you. I tried to tell you how much you mean to me But all that came out was this painting. And I hope you know, It’s the lyrics to all your favorite songs. And the words to all your favorite poems. This is how I can tell you everything I don’t know how to say. Learned some new tricks (and a whole new palette) in a workshop by @jen_art at @whidbeyislandfas last weekend finally got to finishing it! If you ever get the chance to learn from her you better jump on it. Worth every 💵! 7/2/2022 They Forgot We Were SeedsIn progress on the easel. 🦊 🌸 🦊
“They tried to bury us But they forgot We were seeds.” Do whatever brings you to life. Follow your fascinations. Paint what you can’t help but paint. These strange little creatures are what keep my heart thumping. I spend so much of my time alone bringing them to life I hope you know - It makes my day when I hear they resonate with you. Thank you for taking a moment ❤️ 6/29/2022 Long Live the Outcast. Edward, 10x8"Edward. 10x8” oil on panel.
Disclaimer: I first posted this piece and got some fiery responses given the recent attention Johnny has gotten in the media. Quite frankly. I don’t feel like any of that deserved the time or attention it received. This is- in absolutely no way- a tribute to the actor who played this character. ‼️This character is so much more about Tim Burton than it ever was about Johnny. —-- But if you had regular hands, you’d be like everyone else. This is an important one. Edward Scissorhands, beyond the commercial kitsch, continues to give voice to the sometimes voiceless. It speaks to deep layers of individual expression and that still feels alive and relevant to me. As an adolescent, the films of @timburton made me feel seen. Like any one of his imagined misfits and outcasts, I too felt like I didn’t fit in with the main crowd of jocks and pretty girls. Beyond any outward rebuke of any personal affectations, I often found or felt that I simply didn’t belong because I wasn’t interested in whatever was cool at the time. I listened to punk rock, I dyed my hair red and sometimes green or blue depending on my mood, and I spent a lot of my lunch breaks in the photography class room where I would hide, sketching my little monsters. I am thankful that Burton is still a household name. And so the collection of misfits continues. Long live the outcast- @modsun 6/28/2022 Atleast a broken heart is openA new series of the weird little creatures I just find wandering around the studio these days.
In progress. Oil on panel 10x8” In that part of my heart where it is always winter and the rain falls forever, there is still a line I want to hear. Heartache is real, But atleast a broken heart Is open. These fennec creatures have been in my story since I was a kid and I think they will probably continue as long as I do 🥹 The Calling Collection, No. II. Oil on panel 12x9”.
🔴 SOLD🔴before the paint even dried. ☀️NEW Limited Edition prints of this baby and more as well as the original study available now! “Loneliness is a kind of winter. And you drag me, kicking and screaming, into some kind of bright summer.”- pleasefindthis 🐺🌅 It took me 12 paintings, that poem and a song to understand what this collection was all about. There’s a song by @mummraofficial about a girl named Aliza with seasonal affective disorder. It’s called ‘Summer’, which happens to be the name of my identical twin. I’m not saying it’s about me but I’m also not not saying that. To whoever buys the remaining 6 of this collection, I hope you see these on your wall and are reminded everyday - the sun will shine again. ☀️Here’s to screaming into your own some kind of bright summer. The Calling Collection No. 1,2,3 🔴SOKD 4 and 5 available @colegallery 6/25/2022 Onward.A bunch of new limited edition prints now available ❤️ I don’t think anyone can escape their childhood. “The life before had happened to me as childhood happens to everyone. The mark of adulthood is when we happen to life. This is everyone’s story and everyone’s duty: to reach adulthood and then do the hard work of unpacking your childhood, your family, the weapons you picked up to protect your little body. Exposure to human stories reminds us that we're all human.” - @jedidiahjenkins 🐇🐰🐇 Rabbits represent my childhood in so many ways, surrounded by them, reading about them, playing with them. We had a bunny named Aussie who had free reign of our home, I carried a stuffed animal named Hoppy VanderHare everywhere I went, I even read Watership Down when it weighed more than I did. I didn’t grow up in this city where I now live, going to the ‘mainland’ was always an event. I am more familiar with wide open spaces with actual trees and wild life than with grid lock traffic, shopping malls and sky scrapers. The island did have a county fair which was the big event of the summer. That’s actually where all the wild bunnies came from, legend has it. A couple escaped one year, and well, you know how rabbits are. Sharing these creatures is as close as I can get to taking you by the hand and bringing you on the ferry to go to the island full of wild bunnies and the broken child hood home I came from. That’s what these chaos bunnies are all about. Escaping chaos before the damage I’d spend the rest of my life trying to heal. I have more to say and I’m learning how to use fewer words to tell the story: fewer marks to express the full spectrum of my experience. The rabbit chapters will continue to evolve and grow as long as I do. Onward. 🐇 6/21/2022 Sometimes you're the bugWhen I was a kid I listened to a lot of rock and roll. One of the songs that was often playing in the house I grew up in was The Bug by Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Sometimes you’re the windshield Sometimes you’re the bug. First day back at work since getting sick and I found myself relating a lot to that 🐞 Here’s to better days. and a lot more of this 🎨 The Royal King Fritz of The Forest Commission oil on panel, 36x24”
in his most perfect home. You all know by now, I am super particular about the commissions I take on. I won’t take on anything that doesn’t inspire me , I won’t enjoy painting it and it would probably fall flat. I was so excited to bring Liz’s vision of this magical fox to life and even more excited to see where he gets to live. I feel so grateful to have collectors who make room in their lives for my work and also share theirs with me. This is what Liz wrote: “Take me to the place -- Where the white trees grow. Take me to the place -- Where I only know. In my home -- Where the shadows run tall. I am king -- Neither big or nor small. My world is mine -- My breath is free. I am strong -- True royalty. So come with me -- If you’re dark and alone. When you feel lost -- You can share my home. Your world isn’t perfect -- I don’t expect it to be. But when you feel sorrow -- You can gaze upon me. In my home -- Where the shadows run tall. You can be king -- Neither big nor small.” 👑🦊 6/15/2022 Cecelia and The Satellite IIICecelia and the Satellite III, oil on panel 10x10”, after the song 🎵 by @amnthewilderness
She’s almost done🪐🌘🐻 Of all the things my eyes have seen The best by far is you. How sad is it To be somewhere else When you’re here. Preview for my show in August ‘22 @colegallery ❤️ I know I’m not right. I knew this when everyone around me was wearing pants and I insisted on wearing only overalls until 6th grade. I was terrified pants would fall down. I had probably the 10 pairs I’d rotate, and even fancy ones that I wore to formal events. As a girl who never really got into what the popular things were to wear or listen to on the radio, I spent a lot of time hiding at lunch from mean girls (and the rest of my high school) sketching and painting my monsters in the safety of the photography classroom. I also spent a great deal of time listening to music. Many of you know music influences so much of my current work, but I believe we are an amalgamation of everything that has come into our lives for better or worse. Something Corporate was one of the bands I listened to a lot, in addition to a lot of punk music. In college, this became Jacks Mannequin… in grad school to present time, Andrew and the Wilderness. Andrew McMahon was the genius behind each of those projects and there are albums like North that I can listen to that rocket me back into an exact period of my life. ✨ You can imagine my surprise when he actually liked one of these posts the other day. Thanks @amnthewilderness , I’m not sure in what other life time you would ever see what I paint. You made my day and many more. PS- I figured out the pants thing. You can trust elastic just as much as suspenders. ✌🏻 If you’ve never listened to the album North start to finish do yourself a favor and stream that . It’s pure gold. Flight School Series: Run Before You Fly. 24x12” oil on panel.
Site-wide sale is on until June 15th, subscribe to newsletter to get the discount code 💖 🌘🦊🦅 This is a story about a little fox who think the night will last forever. He makes friends with Moon and learned even on the darkest coldest night, even in the deepest fox hole, he isn’t alone. Raven teaches him to fly so he can be with Moon, his love. -- Dear little fox, You don’t know me, but I’ve painted you moon-gazing for a very long time. I can’t teach you to reach for the moon, all I can do Is reach for it myself. And so as the author of this story, I painted you a black bird, a professor of flight, to show you the way. But first, You need to learn to use the feet you have. Run before you fly. Dear reader: 💖How do we learn to do the impossible? One step at a time. This is just as much a love story as it is a story about learning you are capable of so much more than the limitations you set for yourself. Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. Keep some room on your for back For wings. 🦅 To the moon 🌙, Aliza —-- How many foxes have I painted looking up at the moon? So many. This imagery has been such a part of me it’s actually part of my tattoo sleeve (by the ink sorceror @horijefe !) It was during the creation of this new series that I fully realized how important it was to create characters and scenes that make us feel more alive. ✨ I’m looking forward to sharing the rest of this new story of mine. Original coming to Cole Gallery (@colegallery) as part of my August ’22 show! Available preorder via DM. Flight School Series I. Oil on panel 30x24” Limited edition PRINTS NOW AVAILABLE (link in bio to shop!) And the June sale is ON tomorrow!
🌘🦊🦅 “You’re never going to kill storytelling because it’s built into the human plan. We come with it.” --Margaret Atwood. And this one has been going on well before I started painting it. This is a story about a little fox who think the night will last forever. He makes friends with Moon and learned even on the darkest coldest night, even in the deepest fox hole, he isn’t alone. Raven teaches him to fly so he can be with Moon, his love. How many foxes have I painted looking up at the moon? So many. This imagery has been such a part of me it’s actually part of my tattoo sleeve (by the ink sorceror @horijefe !) It wasn’t until a few months ago the storyline actually came together and I cannot wait to share it later this summer Portrait by the indomitable @somerrunner
How you do something shows your grit (Some say talent, I say there is no such thing). Why you do something reveals your character. No, I don’t keep most of my work. This gift of mine Is for giving. It’s Tuesday. It’s the first days of summer. It’s getting down to the wire finishing up the creatures for the big dance I’ve been working on for the last year of my life. I woke up today and realized I’ve told many stories about foxes. All of these series: Little Talks, The Runaways, All I Need, Riot of Flowers, Flight School, The Royal 🦊 And I wonder if you knew That most of them Aren’t even about me. I’ll never really tell you what they’re about. They mean something to each one of you who has made a home for them, and I don’t want to pollute that with my own. But I was listening to a Billie Eilish interview on David Letterman while I was wrestling with two large tigers and I’d like to talk about one tiny moment that wasn’t about Billie. It was about her brother, Fineas. As the duo gained popularity and acclaim, Fineas became known for song writing and producing genius and expressed his frustration over articles saying how it must be nice now to not “just “ be known as “Billie’s brother.” What people might have missed in this quick blip was a moment where Billie shares she wanted to write a song about her not being here anymore. And how Fineas sharply objected. He wouldn’t indulge her in this endeavor. As anyone touched by sadness knows, when it’s too dark and you can’t see the light switch in the room you’re trapped in, sometimes you need someone else to turn it on for you. Or atleast, crack open a window. “That’s all b-s. ‘Billie’s brother’ is all I EVER want to be.” He’s not talking about being in the shadow of her success, he’s talking about her still being here to call her that. I felt that. 5/25/2022 They Didn't Know We Were Seeds📸 by @somerrunner .
A lot of you don’t know that before I was a nurse practitioner, I worked as a nurse in a hospital for 5 years. I was on shift the day of the Marysville Pilchuck school shooting in 2014. The victims who were not expected to make it were transported to my hospital while others airlifted to the level I trauma center in Seattle. I’ll never forget seeing the cafeteria filled with devastated families. It’s been 8 years and that level of heart break is just… indelible. I’m having a really hard time with this one. This should not keep happening. I’m furious. I’m sad. But I’m still here, hoping for change. There are many things you cannot talk about working in health care, there are many experiences and feelings I don’t even know the words for, but I’ve always leaned into painting my way through the worst of it. As an artist, I want to respond to what I see, particularly the things that break my heart or spark me up in such a way that I can't help but also tell my own story in the paint. And maybe that’s what this is all about. This is me holding together and keeping alive the fragmented parts of the world and myself. I had some big news to share, but right now, my heart is with Texas. ❤️🩹 I posted some of this on my story and I’m completely overwhelmed by the messages you all have shared with me. I’ll be working on responding - just know I’m incredibly touched, but completely buried. I heard a fantastic quote that I’m holding onto: “They tried to bury us, but they didn’t know we were seeds.” I’ll figure this out. And I hope you’re all finding peace in whatever ways that looks like for you.🌱 5/15/2022 Runaway Foxes 4, Print release!The Runaway Fox Series. “No. 4”
Oil on canvas 24x24” NEW LIMITED EDITION PRINTS AVAILABLE ❤️ Check out the full collection in canvas print format on display in the Vulpine TapRoom !@lfpvulpine ✨ The good folks at Vulpine are doing the most to build community in LFP- swing by today to check out their pop up art market and support local artists! ——orig caption- “I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.”-Mary Oliver You are a witness to what’s happening right now. At the height of 2020, I wrote this to myself: I think the me five years from now would look back and tell me in this moment: You’re an overwhelmed nurse practitioner working during a pandemic that is disrupting life as we know it. I’m telling you, in five years You’re going to need all these stories you are a witness to. Write about what’s happening, especially the heartbreaking things. Paint the things you can’t help but paint: all the heartbreak you can’t find the words for. These stories- your paintings, may just become your most prized treasures. You will leave your story behind when it’s your time to go. And you can be proud: You had the courage to remember all of it and you were brave enough to share it. Art connects and you have no idea who you might inspire to do whatever makes them come alive. Keep doing your work. And most importantly, share. 🦊✌🏻 “What happens when people open their hearts?” “They get better.” -H Murakami 5/13/2022 Pink Lions Paper Crowns II PrintsLimited Edition Prints Now Available !
Pink Lions, Paper Crowns II. Oil on panel 40x30”, original available for my summer show @colegallery August ’22. Don't let anybody tell you you can’t, or to not be afraid. It's okay to be afraid because you can't be brave or courageous without fear. The idea of being courageous is that even though you're scared, you just do the right thing anyway. And that’s how I feel when it comes to standing in front of my work in public. The thought of doing so absolutely brings me to my knees but I know that if I want to be in the arena and telling my stories to the world, I need to be able to leave the safe bat cave of my studio to be part of the story. Thank you for supporting me, and just know that it’s absolutely been worthwhile to show up and face the big scary world with all my monsters. 5/8/2022 Little Wonders 20x16", NEW PRINTSLittle Wonders. 20x16” available from @colegallery
/ colegallery.net I was listening to a pod cast that really hit on the spirit of this little series of a tiger beholding some unexpected winged creatures. The podcast dug into the unfortunate consequences of what happens when people are disconnected from the natural world and our spiritual life, which is increasingly easier to do with our increasingly online and virtual lives. But more importantly, and what caught my attention was the discussion of awe. Awe usually happens when people are outside their comfort zone, experiencing something new and sometimes, when they’re in danger. The world needs more awe. That’s the essence of wonder. All spiritual life starts in wonder and where does this start, for most of us? Especially those of us who didn't grow up in the busy cities we now live in. It often starts in nature. Usually outdoors, when a child is crawling through the grass, turning over a rock and realizing for the first time maybe he or she is not alone in this world. What you put on your walls affects you, every single day. The art you surround yourself matters so very much. I know and feel so fortunate that my little monsters go to homes where they will be treasured. Truly, I couldn’t ask for more than that. Thank you for making room in your homes. Thank you for keeping room in your hearts. Stay curious. 5/5/2022 Riot of Flowers: My Wild Heart, 5x4'Riot of Flowers Series: My Wild Heart. Oil on canvas 5x4’.
“Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why ribs are cages. And we must be the gardeners of all that we find in our hearts.” And this piece has most of the creatures that have wandered around mine my entire life. It has been a week, and it’s only Tuesday! I was sharply reminded yesterday why I paint wildlife and that’s because I’ve always painted as an escape from how awful people can be to each other. The health care environment is incredibly stressful and brings out the worst in both patients and providers. I say this all the time. It is imperative you learn how to speak without hurting people when you’re stressed. Take a moment. Deep breath. Think about how what is about to come out of your mouth will land on someone else’s ears. Just a reminder to be a little more thoughtful. Driving home yesterday, I usually tune into the radio and a familiar voice of @saulspady was on 97.3fm and he was sharing his own story relating to the leak from the Supreme Court yesterday. It was vulnerable content, you could just hear it in his voice. This was something hitting incredibly close to the vest. He asked for listeners to text in and share their thoughts. Eight minutes in, I was mortified hear him read aloud someone with a gripe about some road construction going on. How freaking callous have we become? I’m going to go home tonight and paint the creatures that make me happy to be alive. Humanity, do better. Second photo by the indomitable shutterbug @somerrunner 5/4/2022 Wednesday, 7x5" SOLDSome girls are Malibu Barbie. I’m Wednesday Addams. Oil on panel 7x5” . SOLD.
“It’s funny to see a resurgence of rock and roll alt punk in fashion. Vivien Westwood always said punk was a fashion aesthetic before it was a sound. So I embraced that. I think it’s great, I’m rooting for all that. But at the same time, I kind of want to stick up for the underdogs. I want to stick up for the people who got made fun for this, that got bullied for being like that.” - @modsun on his song ‘Rich Kids Ruin Everything’ I wish when I was a kid struggling with getting bullied for being different and wearing punk clothes and dying my hair pink that someone would have told me ‘The people that made fun of you and bullied you will one day be embracing everything that you were- the weird, the interesting, the outcast.’ I didn’t know Netflix was coming out with a show on Wednesday directed by one of my fav artists Tim Burton when I painted this. I painted Wednesday because this character made me feel seen at a time in my life when my the few lady friends I had were starting to become obsessed with boys, MTV, and fashion. My guy friends were starting to treat me differently. And she made me feel like it was okay to be strange and unusual. With all of the things that make up Wednesday- She’s a little wicked with a deadpan sarcastic charm, she’s got a steadfast ability to remain weird and different from other people and speak her mind. You have to admit, even if you don’t like Wednesday: She is a force to be reckoned with. Second photo? Grade 11 Aliza. By @somerrunner . Long live the outcast |
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