Posts tagged ‘sketch’

November 4, 2010


november is always a fuck of a month.  a grey descending into frost.  a lack of colour or warmth – in our impossible climate and the citizens who are ______ enough to call this place home.  NO JUDGMENT BEING PASSED i just do not get you at all at all at all.

november :: wherein our hero dabbles in memes, combines them in order to make a list of things that she is not loathe to draw.

00 themes

01 :: me! drawing, me! blue hair not included. the real right hand is my signature style. it’s drawn in a mirror. i am left handed. you be the judge.

01 yourself

02 :: some one you ‘like’
i do indeed like my breakfast partner / fellow cat toucher. we drink coffee and young blood.

02 some one you like

03 :: a / some / all friends
i chose an absent friend. i think about them a lot. i hope they’re okay.

03 a friend

strangely enough

as i am getting pretty sick of this town, i seem to be more and more interested in the local acts.  before it was sacrilegious to live here and say you did not like the arcade fire.  now there is a chanting in my skull ONE OF US ONE OF US. but their newest release ‘the suburbs’ is pretty catchy.  good for walking to work those early saturday mornings.  a definitive soundtrack to a deserted boulevard st laurent.

valleys is a local act i wish i had $5 to spare to go and see [yes! i am indeed that broke!].  they opened for xiu xiu all those weeks ago and i’ve been haunting their myspace ever since, which is kind of useless considering i am not getting the same interrupted spiritual agreement i had initially.  this is where recordings fail in some respects.  a seance is not sonic.

one of my favourite things about the beginnings of a doomed relationship is musical sharing.  they brought a silver mount zion to my attention – quite possibly the ultimate soundtrack to an oncoming winter.  pair it with grouper’s ‘dragging a dead deer up a hill’ and the coasts collide.




December 3, 2009


i am pleased to announce the birth of a new mythology

[i have taken his name.  faecesbook notes H Elixabete Swimmerman-Utah]


Swimmerman is the new face of defeat, his pointed and sharp fingers pain both physically and psychologically.  nonsensical presence on dry land catches you unawares and nightmared.

underwater spoken smiling muffled heartbeat geometry.  bleeding.


if i had to commit suicide it would be drowning but Swimmerman slit his wrists centuries ago.

he is in the process of evolving gills.  his hair is made of worms, cutting you open and spawning your intestines to a new generation of boredom.

pen and immaturity