Friday, February 12, 2010

Zombitheluvfool, name origins.

I especially like how my cat, Hannibal, is looking at me funny. Super brownie points if anyone can guess what the drawing is behind Hannibal ;)

So, I've learned some things about myself and the WACOM \ Photoshop.
#1. I hate drawing hands and feet.
#2. Drawing plaid is NOT fun.
#3. My butt may be larger then I suspected, I am strangely okay with this.
#4. One day, I will get my broken nose fixed.
#5. Hannibal smells like my coffee, which means I should pour it out and get some more.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Feeling much better and creative!

I was drawing, writing and painting up a storm during my nasty flu, had some really crazy dreams and drank a lot of coffee (well, no more then usual)

I'm very used to my dreams being weird, so you know when you're a sleep and you may say "what the hell is going on?" I'm more likely to think "Yup, that's about right"

See, I don't get sick very often, but when I do, its like my body makes it a contest and all hell breaks loose.

My dream last night actually made even less sense then normal, where I did actually think "Alright, that's kind of odd"

I was in a huge walk in shower with a clear plastic curtain and wearing my black pj shorts and tank, taking a shower like its perfectly acceptable, letting the water hit my face. I didn't move, I kind of turned like a puppet to see a tall figure starring at me, he was smiling and although we could see each other fine, he pulled back the clear curtain and continued to stare, he too moved like he was being animated.

Then the next thing I know, I'm laying on a bunch of folded fabrics with giant beads, next to him and we are looking up watching "House - Medical Paranormal Investigations" It even had Hugh Laurie and Wilson wearing a hard hat (which made me raise my eyebrow) It's playing above and outside the box.

The lid to the box closes...

Then I noticed we were inside a giant jewelry box, surrounded by giant rings, earrings and the fabric was a scarf of some kind, there was even a mirror directly above us, reflecting us like dolls, laying side by side.

It freaked me out till I realized my hand was up his shirt and had discovered only one of his nipples were pierced, I laughed because I'm not a very forward or bold girl and to do this is just not like me at all.

When I woke up I wanted to draw the strange angles and try and look up any meanings online that this dream may be trying to tell me. I don't even own a music jewelry box.

Maybe I should buy one?

In other news, I've been sketching with the wacom, it sill stutters and drives me insane but I'm determined to learn photoshop.


When I lived in England there was this boy who was a few years older then me, I forget his name but he made it his meaning in life to torment me, one summer he actually tackled me down a hillside and to some it may sound romantic, but we hit every rock and branch on the way down.

What he loved to do the most was hold me down and lick my eyelids, it was horrible, I couldn't stand it, I screamed and kicked but he was much bigger then me, his mother and my mother would watch and laugh because to them, it was harmless play, but to me, I've developed a complex haha, I still have nightmares where I cover my face, thinking he was there, sticking his tongue out at me.

I can laugh about it now, but at the time...it was far from funny or cute.

I love bubble baths as much as the next girl but I do suffer from Thalassophobia, which even effects how I feel about pools and baths (usually its just the ocean, lakes, ponds, rivers)


Recently, I've come across three other people with this same phobia and I hear it is quite common, so I sketched this just for fun, did not plan on adding color but I really like the way it turned out. Although the monster looks different from what I think I see...My monster is more of a Cthuluskull with teeth for eyes.


This was done with some old vintage macabre photos, inverted then done in sepia colors, the clouds are air brushed and stencils, the trees were real trees, again inverted and sepia, then I put an old film grain and then a paper filter grain over it.

I call it "Dreaming in Coffee" because I was enjoying a really great cup of coffee when I discovered the vintage pictures, then the little gears in my head began to turn. :}


If you'll ever learn one thing about me it should be that I am a romantic but you should also know I enjoy the strange and obscure and although I may not practice in "Free Love" like Mary, Byron, Claire and Percy, I do deeply envy the night they all had together in the story of Gothic.

I've always felt like Frankenstein and his Bride should have lived happily ever after though...and Dracula and Mina.