Mittwoch, 26. Januar 2011

say hello to my little friend...

one of my favorite movies, tony montana is great....
i were those carrier bags a lot and they seemd boring just plain white.
so i smartened it up a little bit...

i really did it.
i'm blonde now.
it was an accident, but i needed that change anyways....
i just wanted a lighter brown than it was, but somehow it turned out to be yellow.
from nearly black to blonde is definitely a  change.
doesn't look as bad as i always expectected it to be.
but actually i don't want to be blonde...
let's see what i'll do with my hair, but for i don't want to be bald-headed, i give them a short break before dying again.

Dienstag, 25. Januar 2011

my furniture

another cupboard door.
when i feel bored i start to doodle on my furniture....

Montag, 24. Januar 2011

home, sweet home!

a door of my cupboard with oil pastels
basil when he was still in his turquoise world, before he was with Lilith

Sonntag, 23. Januar 2011

Freitag, 21. Januar 2011

Donnerstag, 20. Januar 2011

"you call it unemployment, i call it funemployment!"
to say it with natalie dee's words!

Sonntag, 16. Januar 2011

braintrash 5

 this is very, very old......
i found it yesterday, but i improved the ugliest things....
interesting what's been in my head when i was young.

Mittwoch, 12. Januar 2011

birthday!

canvas, my friends gave to me.
 happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me
happy birthday tooo meeeeee..........
happy birthday to me!

Samstag, 8. Januar 2011

happy new angry year!

Hi! bitte fickt euch ins Knie!! danke.
 40° fieber gleich mal zum anfang des jahres....
that's how you like it!
ich bin soooo wütend....
ich weiß nicht mal wirklich warum.
diese verfluchte wut macht mich noch wahnsinnig.
zeichnerisch krieg ich auch gerade GAR NICHTS auf die reihe.
das is doch totaler perspektivischer müll, was ich da fabriziert habe!!
aber leider das einzige, bei dem ich nicht komplett kotzen muss, wenn ich es sehe...
aber mein blog hat eine neue seite!!

und du kratztest wunden auf, die nicht mehr heilen.
wir waren zu verschieden.
wir sind zu verschieden.
und unser schweigen spricht bände.
mein schweigen spricht wände.