I still do this photo thing.

Tuesday March 30 2010 40/i365 "Sigh"

Wednesday March 31 2010 41/i365 "Pins and bags and things"

Thursday April 1 2010 42/i365 "Floors and messes"

Friday April 2 2010 43/i365 "Mornings into afternoons"

Saturday April 3 2010 44/i365 "Easter clothes"

Sunday April 4 2010 45/i365 "Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine"

Monday April 5 2010 46/i365 "The person I used to be"

Tuesday April 6 2010 46/i365 "Comme Des Enfants"

Wednesday April 7 2010 47/i365 "Teeth as consequence of genetics"

Thursday April 8 2010 48/i365 "A secret that not even you know"

Friday April 9 2010 49/i365 "Mister for my sister"

(I cover my mouth a lot when I am thinking, excited, nervous, worried or sad)

Becoming an identity?

"Why did you choose the subject matter?"

Please don't ask me again.

Next time someone does I'll say:

"To create a different kind of queer media through animation. I wanted it to be different from traditional media representations of queer identifying individuals."

or

"To get dates"

or

"To come out sort of without actually doing it"

or

"Um"

Overnight activist,

Becoming a feminist?

I'm uneasy about all of this.

Talking a lot about issues of

Representation

Identity

Gender

Sexuality

I'm no expert.

My animation is too

White

Story too

Basic.

It's very "Introducing queer people"

Instead of "Let's really discuss something"

Spectacle for straight people?

Boring for queer people?

Maybe.

"Same issues, nothing new here"

That's what the festival people might say.

What would Liss say?

What would Leah say?

What would Judith say?

What would Sadie say?

What would bell say?

I need to talk this over.

I keep showing people, and not talking about it.

Sigh.

Fitz and Fango Comics

coming soon?

Things I used to draw

Circa 2008:

Fun Librarian

Avatar Art

Quasi avatar art

The Comic I made for a day

Vaguely related to my twelfth grade novel:

Messes

Desktop

Locker.

Bedroom.

Life.

Sigh, cleaning.

A little break from you

You and her are all I have been thinking about.

Not in a creepy, sad sort of way, but in a

I can't believe I'm actually doing this and what are both of you going to think when you actually see it because I really can't believe that I'm doing this. What if someday down the road something comes in the mail-either to accept or reject, and its got something stamped on the envelope that mothers of girls who don't like to talk to their mothers will have to talk about, and this will result in an awkward, loud conversation over the phone.

Its also been thinking

I need to see you in real life.

This is the loneliest project in the world.

I see the same girl in the multimedia lab.

Me and her. I'm working. She's working.

I leave for twenty minutes, and she's still there when I get back.

She leaves for twenty minutes, and I'm still there when she gets back.

This is not collaboration. We are trapped in the same room with the same things keeping us there and not elsewhere.

We even have the same secret.

(We love working this hard because it makes us feel like we are doing something important)

I listened to Emma by Jane Austen after I couldn't listen to Regina Spektor.

I have exhausted my night singing, night walking alone.

I am tempted on the night that I finish

To rush to your houses at a ridiculous hour

And knock on your door, or sit on your stairs until Jeremy comes back

And force you to watch it while I am looking over your shoulder

Counting the keyframes.