"She helped me learn how to read, and I showed her how to swing" (One Cut)

These little boogers are getting harder to take pictures of.

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Daria (A Commission)

Do you mind if I commiserate for a second?

Cool, thank you. 

The studio space I rent, I share with four other people. The rooms are divided by a partition with a shared bathroom in the middle. This means when Candy farts, I can smell it. When Chris plays the drums, I can hear it. When I scream Drake at the top of my lungs, everyone can hear it. We just got someone new to rent out the largest space and I think he's living there. I also think he smokes cigarettes inside, because everytime I walk in the place reeks of butts and stale booze-breath. You know what I'm talking about...when your friend gets too drunk and falls asleep with their mouth open- the whole rooms smells like hot booze breath. Needless to say, its been an exercise of patience to continue to bring myself to go and breathe this in until the work is done for the day. I've called the rental company three separate times about it, so I'm not sure what more I can do. The paper needs to be cut, though, so I bare through it. 

With all that being said, Thanks to Hannah for giving me the idea to make such a rad paper cut out. The cigarette smell was giving me a mental block I didn't think was possible. 

Just practicing

I've been sitting on the idea of cutting this out for about a week now. I started this on Friday and put it aside because I didn't think I was going to be able to finish it without ripping it... I came in this morning, after taking a few days off and looked at it and refused to not at least TRY to finish it. I tried my hardest, and learned that I might not have the right kind of paper to continue to make such fine cuts... and I might not have the right kind of blades either. Either way, I'm proud of the outcome, even if its not perfect. 

Man in the Mirror (One Cut)

I remember one of my first cassette tapes was Michael Jackson. I used to play and replay the scene out of Free Willy where one of his songs was featured. I would set my stuffed animals up in a row and make dances up to his music for my "audience". I remember the day he died I was living in New Zealand, and told my flat mate through the door of my bedroom... I had to go to work an hour later. I wouldn't say I was devastated, but it was definitely the end of an era for me.

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The Come Up, Pt. 1

In hip hop, the idea of a Come Up is to FIND something that is of value to you. I found that art work is my Come Up, especially paper art

This piece isn't for sale, because I wouldn't even know how to sell it.

Built for Two

This little dude was definitely a challenge, and I figured I was going to have to cut it at least twice to get it right. I really surprised myself with getting it on the first try. 

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Love it to Death

I'm not so sure if I can explain the reasons why I decided to make this one. The title spawned the idea, that's all I really know.

A commission! It's like... my second or third commission!!!!

As a working artist, I imagine that commissions might be a difficult thing to deal with. The client has a vision, the artist has to interpret the vision and its our job to get it just right as per their idea. I can imagine that this could be a really trying thing to deal with, but my friends are fucking awesome and have (so far) given me the creative freedom to run with a loose idea. 

My friend Brandon and I just love Drake. I've gotten three people ask me to cut Drake out of paper for them, but Brandon seemed the most serious about it, so I took his order on first. Those Fleur de lis kept breaking on me in the middle of the cuts, and the shading on his face will look much better on my next Drake piece.

Always learning, always gaining 

Turned the page onto something new

Most of my ideas are probably subconsciously stolen from other artists, but I'd like to think that I get the most inspiration RIGHT when I wake up (usually the thought wakes me up) or when I'm at the gym, lifting weights and gettin' super huge.

I think on this day I was at the gym and gave myself the challenge of cutting elephants out of one piece of paper.... who knows why I keep coming back to the elephant. Maybe its my spirit animal. Maybe I think too much about spirit animals. Maybe I just think too much.

Let Go Totally

I unabashedly admit that I listen to self-help podcasts every day. Sometimes I listen to the same ones over and over again, and most of them surround the idea of the buddhist practice. I spent way too long on this one, lost a few days to cutting out the little pieces of the folds of his robe. I almost cried over this piece of paper, can you believe that? Not very Buddhist of me. 

A rose from concrete

I don't really know where the idea came from of making Tupac, but I think I really liked his poetry and lyricism and the whole idea of it being a real belief in his world that a rose could grow out of concrete.

My friend Bethany is a para-legal and has one of the most interesting and creative minds I've ever come across. On a pretty regular basis I send her text messages when she should probably be doing work asking for help in the middle of my works in progress. Most of the time its choosing a title, but on this particular piece she helped me a lot with the content. Hey Bethany, if you're reading this - Thanks for helping me finish this one. I love you a whole butt ton. 

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I don't even know what "Living room-ready" means

My dad is a selling artist (his medium is paint), and has been less-than impressed with the idea of me kind of putting the paint brushes to the side and putting my cutting mat down instead. While he continues to support my decision and help me along with my process, he keeps encouraging me to make things that are "living room ready" or, as a fellow artist friend of mine put it, "nursery ready"

I understand the concept, and really had the intention of making this piece of art to be one of those things..... I wouldn't say its QUIIIITE nursery ready, but I'm gettin' there.

Unrelated add-in: Before today I had maybe 200 blog views in the 4 or 5 months of having it. In the last 30 minutes those numbers have tripled. I didn't know it was humanly possible to sweat so much by just sitting still, but its happening. All over this new couch I figured I needed.

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"I see through your scamoflauge"

Alright. The hardest part of making artwork is having to explain the idea and intention behind it. So I'm just gonna be really fucking honest here:

1. I love hip-hop. I love the way it sounds, I feel the beat of it in my stomach and its almost impossible to not move to it when a good song comes on. This is a reference to SOME hip hop song and I don't even know who said it first. But its repeated over and over again in hip hop culture, so when I sit in my studio for 6 hours a day, 6 days a week these are the subliminal messages that are fed to me when I have on the music I really want to listen to. 

2. 6 years after being in a committed and monogamous relationship I made the decision that I needed to find me again. Finding me means that I have to explore the uncharted waters of casual dating, which is probably the weirdest learning experience of my life so far. My heart has been shit on a few times, and it's been cuuuhhh-razy hard to try to not apply past hurts to present relationships. So instead of over-thinking everything I make passive-aggressive art work thats mediocre at best. Here goes back to that thought from one of my former posts, "Sometimes I get the impression that I don't finish the things I have the most trouble facing"

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"Women"

This was the first piece of paper art I created and made myself finish. It's really interesting to be mindful of what I want to produce and how it seems to correlate with where I am in my life. I think most people struggle with anxiety and sometimes I really surprise myself with the dramas I choose to hold onto. 

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Mirrors arent meant for picking yourself apart

I remember when I was in high school, when my mom first got sober I would sit in my room and cut out little cartoon characters of my friends out of paper. Right after high school I moved to Wilmington and met a guy and fell so in love with him that I forgot all about who I was, and became his girlfriend, and not much more than that. 

It wasn't until I started this whole process that I was able to remember what I did before I tended bar, and before I became "the girlfriend"

I started on this one after having lunch with a friend of mine. She is absolutely gorgeous, young, talented and motivated. But her skin is a mess, and I get the feeling that its her form of self-harm. I saw a lot of what was a younger me in her scars and I think I needed to make this to tell myself that it's okay to look in the mirror and love what you see, warts and all. No more picking at myself, physically or mentally. I didn't finish it, but sometimes I get the impression that I don't finish the things that I have the most trouble with facing. 

A retraction of my former self

I started this blog with the intention of posting everything I made, and kind of making this a chronicle of my life and the evolution of my art. I can't say that I've done the best job keeping up with it, but I guess now is the best time to start with that whole process. I quit the only job I ever knew about six months ago, in a desperate attempt to force myself into a situation that left me hungry to produce (and hopefully...eventually) sell my art. The process has been, and will continue to be on-going and CERTAINLY not easy, but working with my hands is what I know... and I have ideas that are bigger than just posting a status on Facebook. I find that my process of making and producing is so cathartic that I make and add to to-do lists all the time. The work is never finished, and its the most freeing and therapeutic thing I've done to date. With all that being said, I started this whole thing thinking I was going to be a painter. I promised myself I was going to paint 100 paintings and then figure out where my style was, what I enjoyed painting the most, blah blah blah. I got to about 50 and really just felt like I wasn't doing what I wanted. The medium is SO much fun, but damn it sure is a hard thing to do. I'm not saying I quit painting, but I definitely have to be true to what I want to make and that's paper art. This whole life of ours is a body of work, so I'm just in the middle of one of my first chapters. So here goes nothin'...