los angeles freeway system: a haiku

i dreamed that i was
driving on the 10 freeway
in the rain; i died.

of love and rockets

also

how come when i set to work creating pictures of bands i end up creating pictures of mermaids? put that on a postcard and send it to your mother.

confessions from the workroom

truth, a good portion of my design hours are spent trolling the internet for visual inspiration. today's theme was mc escher, medieval churches, and vintage board games. my wanderings led me to conclude that parcheesi is *the* paramount board game for graphic designers, followed closely by chinese checkers. however, my favorite game as a child was always candyland, and if i could live in the following warm toned roygbiv paradise, i totally would.

desire: a geography

reality seems strange after you've returned from a few days spent in the interzones between trauma and the past. you are surprised to discover that you have a shadow creeping alongside you, scaling the wall among dried out leaves and branches. the ground rises and falls before you (really, just the effect of misplaced sidewalk tiles). everything is bathed in the golden light of dusk.

so predictable

roommate: where'd you go?
me: to get a donut.
roommate: oh, did you have a bad day again?

this kind of thing is just my bag, baby

i'm totally gonna do this!

the myth of the spider woman

boyfriend: i thought of a good haircut for you

inception

i caught the opening of inception last night. i've been diligently recording my dreams and it was really nice to watch a movie that captured the essence of walking through a dream. walking out of the theater is exactly like waking up in a hazy stupor. the one exception is that my dream levels happen vertically instead of horizontally. you'll know what i mean when you see it.

dream

riding roller coasters in the dusk. going our separate ways to a fish shack and stepping into an artist's residency in a house stuffed with boxes. you did something you never do and i gushed amber liquid all over you

morning light (two studies)

return of semi-confessional understated drawings

guess what guys! i got the scanner at current workplace up and running! sad that access to electronics is the only thing that limits my inner monologue (age of the internet, i greet you with suspicion). anyway, i am working on somethings which will slowly trickle online with the aid of this new discovery. don't i always say that?

on the dissolution of selfhood

identity is a funny thing, especially when the internet is involved. i may (and will) change residences year to year, but you can always trust in my email for a permanent address.

for an artist, a website is an important calling card, but what if your name is already inhabited by someone else? carolzou.com is owned by an actress and bilingual tv host, and it doesn't look like i can buy her out of her domain anytime soon. according to her twitter (also carolzou), she also lives in los angeles. if i were inclined toward the postmodern, 'meeting carol zou' would be an excellent title to a performance art piece.

transcript of a very strange conversation i had with the bro

him: i've been getting into this band called coconut records. have you heard of them?
me: no.... [discerns from wikipedia that it's fronted by jason schwartzman]. wow. you're so hip.
him: thanks. apparently the frontman's an actor too.
[silence]
me: ... you know he was an acclaimed actor first, right?
him: whatever.
me: have you seen rushmore?
him: is that a movie?

have i fallen into that age of making references that younger generations do not understand?

questions and their answers

where have i been for the last week? san francisco.



who was i with? le boyfriend.


(note our masterful command of the 180 degree rule)

what did we feast upon? piet mondrian cake.



what am i going to do with myself now? make some art!