In my house

In my house
There are boys in bed together
Cat-curled and sex-escaped
Inevitable and small
In my house
There are notions of service
And flirtation with the right
He cries,
I never liked that
It's like vomiting: men's tears
Furtive and contageous
Please don't do that
In my house
In my house
My art is hiding.

Breather

I lurk
Steal smoky silk
Across the hallway,
Form a web of sorts
Teeming with my ilk.

And smoking is such a nasty habit,
Why do I court it?
I have courted folksy Korean monsters (an analogy).
I mean,
'I am free'
Seems all too final
I am a breather; wee birds, they're all so lovely
They're tall.

Wrought out of black
And blackouts
You should have never tried
Put a seatbelt on me
We could never finish a trilogy
Tellingly.

Mexico

I try not to think of you with her
Bright-named with burnished skin:
Your eyes bluer every day.
I tell myself it's only right that you
Don't mention me anymore
But then I remember August, Mexico
The plans I never told you
And resent you for not knowing.

Yet life goes on over here
I wear a crimson skirt and chain mail
That Frida would approve of
And speak of gin and weekends
Where I din't sleep.
You wander the lands
Promised lands promised to another
Don't worry, bear up, it will keep.

If I drew you, I loved you.

I know now that if you don't inspire me to produce art, and to write, so ecstatic am I, that it's not love. It's not worth my time. If I drew you, I loved you.

Zine Plotting

I think I want to create a zine for Zinefest 2011. I don't know how to make the pages align but surely a person who is learning to design newspapers can make such a thing possible.

An autobiographical collaction of illustration and poetry. Mainly re-purposed from diaries and moleskins, outlining the life of a 20 something girl with a head full of flies and Korean folk art.

Christmas giving

We, perfectly copy. Watercolour and pen. 2010

Bella. Watercolour and pen. 2010

Moleskine, moleskine

My shadow

Dancing sans Wolves, watercolour and pencil, 2010