My life works like this. My uncle randomly buys a bag of chicken heads, sets it in the fridge and leaves for St. Petersburg. My grandpa finds the chicken heads and decides to make chicken head broth for him and me and to feed the heads to my dog because apparently, he loves my dog. When asked to serve my dog a few heads I freak out and nearly gag, because the …
Chicken Heads — Travel Sketchbook Paper Instagram Project [Read more]
While on my way to my greatgrandmother’s house in Beshtau (Stavropol region), in Moscow I met AntiMona. Allow me to introduce you. AntiMona is my very first attempt at da Vinci fan art, and she is also part of a new project I’m working on. I’m still thinking of a proper name for the project, but essentially it’s a paper sketchbook take on Instagram. When I was getting ready for my trip, …
AntiMona — Travel Sketchbook Paper Instagram Project [Read more]
I really value both space and connection in a relationship. Being together, but remaining distinct individuals. In this respect the idea of a tandem bike feels off-putting. I mean, your both pedaling, and both putting in the effort, but one of you has zero control of the direction you’re going in. Some tandem bikes even have a steering wheel on the back seat. That you can’t use for steering. Maybe I’m being …
Both J. and the Dogster modeled for me for this one. J. — while finishing up another work project on his laptop, the Dogster — half asleep and indulging in a belly rub from the both of us. I was still thinking of intimacy, feeling safe and close to each other. Feeling that you can relax and let go, feeling aligned, like there’s a direction the two of you share. Knowing that …
This is another piece I created for the gender stereotype project N. and I are working on. The man in the interview talks about a relationship he was really happy in. “We had warm conversations, we could talk about cooking, fashion, things one or both of us were interested in (science, art, music), or we’d sit sharing a pair of ear buds, listening to the same music, for hours. <…> We were …
After finishing Moon, Cheese and Mustache I urgently needed to work on something personal. All my work is personal, but I needed personal personal. I could barely wait to finish the last of the circle and line pattern in the background and started this pic, with my hips and J’s face, immediately as soon as I was done.
I started this piece after reading a story from the gender stereotype project N. and I are currently working on. In this story a man shares his long moment of trepidation in the store: he is contemplating probably having to buy this fancy cheese, because he’s a man and has to be generous and a provider of goods…
Here they come, the mouse and the flying cow, caught up in conversation. I’m fairly sure it’s something deep. I tried to take a peek at the cow’s manuscript, but I couldn’t make out the words. I’m nearsighted.
As I was working on this, I was still thinking about mermaids. A friend of mine dropped a few days ago and said that clearly, mermaids would not be interested in sex, because they do not reproduce in the first place: the way the mermaid population grows is through young miserable human women drowning themselves.
I started this piece a few days ago, it might have been a day off, or J. was home on sick leave, he had just washed his hair and was curled up on the sofa hugging the Dogster. Those two spend a massive amount of time cuddling. Sometimes I almost feel jealous.