Happy New Years everyone. It’s the last day of 2013 and it blows my mind to look back at everything that has happened in the past 365 days. Almost every major thing a person can change about their life, I’ve gone through in one way or another. I got a college degree, I moved to a brand new city on the opposite side of the country from where I grew up, I landed a job in my field and am happy in my position, I got my own apartment, a car, a pet! I both fell in love and had my heart broken. I experienced the greatest highs and some devastating lows.
I lived in 2013.
Now, on the precipice of tomorrow, I’m filled with incredibly complex feelings. I’m weaving from elation to devastation, and everywhere in between when I look back at the events of the past year. The thing is, every single feeling is helping to build the little-beth-universe that’s churning inside me. As tough as it can be to force myself to process everything, it means I’m growing as a person and there is incalculable value in that.
Last night, a good friend told me that it sounds like I’m living a perfect storm where the world I’ve always known is ending and that’s not a bad thing. I’m experiencing a transformation and with that in mind and knowing where I’m headed, when I reflect back, there’s nothing from 2013 I would’ve changed.
Hey. I’m still around. I’ve been working on new things that I can actually show you guys! I’m also gearing up to reorganize/refresh my portfolio site and update my internet image… you know… because my hair is longer now? That’s a good enough reason. Also because it’s been like 6 months since I’ve given you anything of substance. It’s like I made some art food, and put my art dishes in the sink a long time ago and haven’t washed them yet, so they just sit there, smelling in the back corner of the apartment, and I forget about them until I go to the art fridge, next to the art sink, and am forced to smell the consequences for a minute.
Great simile beth. You’re a real clever lady.
All of the images are from a zine I recently made.
What the Hell? Why are you illustrating this shit?
It started with a conversation with a friend of mine about first kisses. She told me she couldn’t remember her first kiss. I told her I remembered every person I’ve locked lips with (There’s a girl in there, ya gotta be inclusive). Then we drank our beers and recounted the kisses and relationships we’ve had over the years.
Being the obsessive list maker/documenter that I am, when I got home (still buzzed), I sat down and wrote a chronological list of every fucking person I have ever kissed (on the mouth). Then I didn’t know what to do with this list and it sat in my documents folder. I kept going back to it, and decided to make my list a visual one.
While some of these people I don’t talk to anymore, or they weren’t the right fit for me, I enjoyed being around them at the time. I probably learned some stupid valuable life lesson from them as well. There’s a few regrets, a dark spot or two, but that’s life. *shrug*
I’m honoring these human moments. Honoring the ones that I adored, loved and because of them I became a better person. I’m also giving a giant middle finger to the ones who were jerks.
And if I did a zine with every guy I ever slept with, it would be much shorter and less interesting. First kisses are the best kisses.
Why are you very specific about the kiss being on the mouth?
Because I kiss my grandma on the cheek, therefore, kisses on the cheek are greetings and don’t really count.
Why are you drawing kids?
I decided to draw the person how I remember them, hence the shorter stature and missing teeth (or braces).
You’re kind of a slut…/ What would your mother think?
It’s kissing. It’s a perfectly normal, human thing to do. According to my friend, “You’re still young, you haven’t even hit your real slutty phase.”
I haven’t find the destined lips of perfect smooching yet. And until someone puts a ring on this bitch, I’m probably going to keep smoochin’.
Go be a hater elsewhere.
My mom is probably going to roll her eyes at this when she sees this.
Sorry I’m not sorry.
Throw your love at my friend, she is hella amazingly talented and I miss her because we live far enough away that it’s terrible.
PS WE SHOULD DO AN ART TRADE GIRL.
trade you wolfsbanes for whatever you want <3
<3 Twin bunny girls <3
My friend Annalisa is a badass and this makes me want to do my own as an homage
Last time I checked, it was midnight during my sophomore year of college and I was struggling through some acrylic painting assignment, wishing I could just be done with it. If I knew how quickly it would pass by, my classes, my friendships, my quiet moments where I could stare at the falling snow or rain outside my window with a cup of coffee, would I have tried to hold onto it all tighter? I hope I did my best to soak as much as I could from my experiences but look at you now Beth, you are done with it. You’ve been done with it. You graduated college, got a job, moved to Los Angeles like you said you would. You’re laying in a bed you built in an apartment you can afford with a baby bird who you’re finally allowed to keep. With every day that passes you work so hard and you do your best to please the people around you but every time you take a moment to come up for air, another month has flown by.
It feels like there’s no time to check in with friends, no time to paint that idea that has been in your head, no time to just stare out the window, even though it doesn’t rain or snow here.
I turn 23 on Sunday, and I’m trying so hard to be in this moment the best I can be… and it’s so hard.
Everything needs to just slow down.
I’m making time to sketch and I needed a FB new profile picture to go with this incredible new header photo of mine. http://xab.xanga.com/453f8401c6335273929086/b218392700.jpg
I KNOW RIGHT?
I MISS MAKING MY OWN ART
Two weeks after graduating college, I moved to Los Angeles. Since then, I have started my job and played a LOT of Mass Effect.
That last part means I have no excuse for not posting… sorry guys!