Tuesday, May 20


I don't wanna draw anymore. I found my true calling in life.


Thursday, March 20


Today is the official first day of spring.
Peace out winter.

Wednesday, March 5


Last week:


Watched avant-nerd extraordinaire, Richard Foreman's play "Deep Trance Behavior in Potatoland". MIND-BLOWING. It's more of a performance art piece, than traditional theater because there's no cohesive plot, & everything tortures your eyes, ears, & stomach. i think it was the closest thing to a metaphysical meltdown i've ever experienced in my life. Good thing? Bad thing? Don't really know, but it was interesting. It's still playing at the Ontological-Hysteric Theater at St. Mark's. Free admission on Tuesdays last time i checked. If anyone sees it, don't go high because you'll probably kill yourself; it's that trippy.

After the show, Foreman answered some questions & talked about his work. When asked what inspired him, he quoted Hemingway in saying "All an artist needs, is to take a good shit." & apparently droppin' deuces works for him because he's won a dozen awards, including a MacArthur "Genius" Fellowship. Also, what's with brilliant people rockin' the crazy hair look? Other than Foreman, see:


Nietzsche's 'stache


Scott "CARROT TOP" Thompson


Went to a Penelope screening with Asia. Cait couldn't make it which bummed me out 'coz she was conspiring to get her Casper VHS tape signed by Christina Ricci, who did a Q&A after the movie. i bet she would've laughed at the joke 'coz she seemed like a pretty alright girl. She said her favorite actor she's worked with is Samuel L. Jackson "coz he's a baaad muthaucka", & that she regrets getting "Move or bleed" tattooed on her ribcage.

5 minutes into the interview:
"I think the girl next to me is having an orgasm."
i looked over Asia's shoulder, & decided to caricature the bespectacled girl's besotted face since it was too funny. [see above drawing]

Penelope was released on Friday, & is playing in theatres now, but Black Snake Moan fans would be disappointed. Penelope is about a high-society broad cursed with a Miss Piggy nose, & in order to get cured, she needs to bed a fellow millionaire. Or maybe learn to love her ugly mug for what it is? Sound exciting? Granted, it had it's L.O.L moments, but don't watch it, unless you also happen to enjoy fairy tales, & movies such as Never Been Kissed, The Princess Diaries, and like watching Hannah Montana with your little sister.

In other news, subway rides make everybody so sleepy lately.

Friday, February 22


'Sup, snowstorm!?

(yes, those are bars on my window because i live in a prison, & by prison i mean ghetto 'hood)

i have this foreboding sense of doom that i'm going to die soon. i don't know why, or where it's coming from. Maybe it's the dreary weather. Maybe it's the sounds of projectile vomiting surrounding me. Maybe it's the crazy homeless people of New York city who feel compelled to hit on me lately. Or maaaybe it's because i've got class from 3-6, & then work at 11 PM - 4 AM tonight, for which i've got to traverse through freezing snow & ice... clad in a little black dress.
Nah, it might just be my period & the hormonal fluctuations makin' me feel all weird inside. Damn ovaries & womanhood.

My heater is still leaking sporadically, & if i didn't go to bed with my winter jacket, & 3 layers of blankets, i'd probably have pneumonia by now. This lack of proper heating could be one of the reasons my roomie went back home yesterday, after pukin' up her virus all morning. The people upstairs came down with something, too. One time i was in the bathroom, & directly overhead me i heard coughing, & more barfing noises. You know what makes you feel really sexy? Hearing the disembodied sounds of vomiting when you're just freshly out of the shower, dripping wet, & naked. Ohhhh yeeeeah.

As for the city's crazies, everyone's got at least one good story about 'em. One time i was waiting for my train, & an elderly black couple sat next to me. The man had the most awesome voice, like what Louis Armstrong or Tom Waits would sound like after 30 years of downing absinthe, & smoking rocks outta crack pipes. To contrast him, his wife had a very high-pitched sweet, old lady voice. & this dialogue ensued:

Woman: "Do you want some candy?"
Man [looks at her blankly]: "... NO!"
W: "Why you so meeeean to me?"

& Janice giggles like a giddy schoolgirl while i'm trying to hold in my laughter.

What a slick, sweet-talker; almost as slick as this disheveled veteran that approached Shraga, Reb, & me during lunch on Tuesday. The senior citizen started talking about how he has Tourette's, & that's why he's into psychology. Said he likes talking to young people because it makes him feel not so old & cranky. Asked me if i was "full bred" (???), & then talked about how he was stationed in the Philippines, before he got shipped to Korea to fight in the war. He then asked me if i was in the girl scouts, because i was wearing a boy scouts jacket.
"Why are you wearing that? You're not a boy! Are you?"
"Maybe, i could be a boy-girl. You never know". Then Shraga tells him i'm really a boy. The geezer mumbles something about being a doctor, & that he could check to see, & walks away. WTF!? Did he just hit on me? "Totally, he just offered to undress you." Before i can register how gross that is, he comes back, & says "You know, for a boy you're not so bad looking. For you..." leans in closer to the table "I might even ..." leans in a little more closer, "turn into a homosexuaaaal". i told him it was the sweetest thing i've ever heard, & then he proposed we go hiking so i could earn a badge to put on my jacket. What a romantic! haha
Yeah, Reb & i are preeetty sure that he's killed someone.

& as for what i'm doing living the hard knocked life of night time hustlin'; i'm neither strippin' nor pushin'!!! & that's all anyone needs to know for now.

Sunday, February 10


Here's a pencil test of a 4-legged walk cycle exercise. Some things are off, but hey drawing is hard & making them move is even harder. That & i also can't draw animals. It's realistically done because i planned to ink it, but decided i should do that for a running horse because it's a more dynamic action and would be more interesting than this boring one.

Sunday, February 3


3 min. 7-10 minute drawings from some weeks ago.

Monday, January 21


It's 20 degrees outside right now, & my heater exploded & continues to spew brown liquid. This makes me sad. Sad & cold. My tears..turning..into...icicles. i wonder if breathing airborne pathogens consisting of paint debris & urine-smelling mold will cause early lung failure. Probably. & now i'm eating cereal. It's making me colder. Warm cereal should be invented for occasions such as this. Wait, i think that already exists. & i think it's called porridge &/or oatmeal. ...nevermind.


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