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Makings!

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Remember the [ Bunny Ragdoll Shirt ] I made a few weeks back?
I finally finished her off this afternoon after having a long um-&-ah session on what to put on the nape print instead of the usual “Don’t Touch the Moon Clover!” logo (Which didn’t quite fit with the theme!) and…voila!

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The Heart is red chrome and reflects at a short distance, and I had a perfect excuse to break into it and try it out 😀

I wanted to get it up on Etsy this afternoon, but it got dark and rainy in a ridiculous amount of time…

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…Never mind (Although Jennifer enjoyed getting dressed up!), let’s try out a test print for ‘Madeline’…(With Silver patches & a Spectrum star eye)…

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…and get the Sketchbook out!

This is Katie – She was particularly fun to draw.
She likes Phil Collins, Hamsters, collecting Magic Trolls & tea with two sugars =^.^=

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 Sleepy Head:

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Rainy Day (Still not sure how I feel about this one!)

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Doodles · Life

Closure

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I finally finished a Collage project the other day that I’d started last year about a very intense and very spurned affection, and why you should keep a ring of barbed wire around yourself at all times.

Text reads:

I’ve been trying to find the way to tell you that I love you all year.

Happiness is a thousand stars exploding in a glass universe when she appears to him.
He is a dense and isolated Forest in Winter and she, a black butterfly in a pleochroic box. Her kaleidoscope gently touches his ice and they become twin suns which meet as equals at Dawn and part at Dusk. Their mould only produced one complimentary pair.

Autumn’s fierce rainstorms made her wilt and fade with the waning light. She sought comfort and oblivion and sank to the bottom of every bottle she tried to escape in. He surrounded himself in cinereal clouds until he could bear it no longer and pattered out that very irst gentle word. Her rainbow flickered and sparked after being left outside too long. He took his bright key and set her free.
Trading their friendship at the instant he unlocked her. His white flames destrpyed her prison and engulfed her black butterfly wings. She disappeared with the flowers.

Silence afterwards across a desolate plane as the stormclouds rolled ahead to blanket everything in sadness. She held her heart in her mouth and banished all interest, saving her lock for his key only. He was cruel – in his selfishness and sexual arrogance, he put his key elsewhere and kissed other girls as her devoted, heart-shaped cloud decended on him. A coward is the Man who invokes a Woman’s love without acting upon it.

She burst into flames, her heart amputated, and grew long teeth and claws to bite ad scratch all who came near. Her chest an open wound that refused to heal.

A year since he left. No flowers. No Sun and No Smiles. She heals anyway – he’d have only skull-fucked and screamed at her anyway – wanting her body instead of her mind. He is undeserving of the butterflies love and the abundance in which it was given, and he was certainly too selfish to love her back. Because he neither loves himself nor allows himself to love. She wasted many tears, but will never again. She places her heart in a box guarded by thorns and snakes – secure that it will be broken no more.”

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Doodles

Danger – 10,000ft drop

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Intimacy is touching the water inside a goldfish bowl – fresh, clear, comfort liquid sharply becoming stale, cold, invasive and tainted with the presence of things or people we can neither understand or come to Love.
A flash of bright promise from the side of a Goldfish in a ray of Sunlight to suddenly become a blunt and burned Orange shying safely into the dark, away from all contact.
Leave me be, for I adore my bubble of Silence & Isolation.

Doodles · Life

Scrapbooking

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I’ve always had a bit of a thing for Ragdolls since picking up Korn’s ‘Issues’ album as a teenager, and always pondered why they never released an accompanying female in the Doll version – until I realised what it actually was and therefore didn’t have a gender in the first place. Oops :/

Here’s my little versions – digging through the crude pencil loose sheets I’ve kept for years, finishing them off and giving them all a home together. I actually stitched a few as a young girl – maybe I’ll pick my sewing box up again one of these days…
Ragdolls are perfect Microcosms of people. One careless rip and all of the stuffing falls out, despite our Facebook Immortality Complexes.

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I fancied a walk through the Park on the way home from Work yesterday, and walked alongside it after finding it prematurely locked against the annual Pre-Guy Fawkes’s Night mischief.
Under a Streetlight that didn’t work, a very fast, very bright and very streamlined creature that looked like a Hare crossed my path in a blur. It was barely there for a second.
You need to get yourself to bed, I thought, but googled the meaning of seeing a Hare, as I’ve been dabbling in Spiritualism and symbols for a while, and Reception is up now that I’m not living in a haze of Booze.
Hare’s are quite different from Rabbits, acting as Messengers from different realms and are considered both Welcome and a Warning as they portray many things.
They’re considered to represent Intuition, Adaptability, Transformation, Lucky Coincidences, having the accurate feeling about something and New Beginnings but also warn of delusions, deceptions and of bad habits or fears that hold us back and make us unable to move forward.

In my case, it’s probably a reminder to stay away from Alcohol and the carnage that occurs afterwards.

I’m having a Spiritual Reading on Saturday, so I’ll let you know how that goes 😉

Doodles · Life

Don’t let the Rainbow fool you

As part of this Life Coaching type of carry on, one of the many things breaking the negative repetitive behaviours, the degenerate dependencies (People & Substances), keeping me away from the inside of the bottle and (hopefully) rewiring me into a mature, responsible, sophisticated model citizen is picking up the Happy Scrapbook again!

I put this together last night, using two drawings in the long-abandoned WIP pile and lost three hours finishing it after “Oh, I’ll have a faff for half an hour…”
😉

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Scrapbook page detailing substance abuse and escapism.
Mixed Media includes a Lambrini bottle top, a Joint containing Parsley, a Baggie containing more Parsley, heart confetti & iridescent glitter.
Band-aid displays some questionable fragments I found under the Couch.
Everything drawn, coloured, cut, glued and sellotaped by me!

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This little character is a glorified & prettier representation based on what I used to look like.

Here’s me, a little over two years ago at size 18-20 –
At my heaviest, my most miserable and probably the furthest into the Void I’ve ever been:

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That Shirt is like a dress on me now, I wear it as a Nightie these days 🙂

Me now, a trim size 12-14:

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And probably the Happiest I’ve ever been!

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The Guinea Pig Journals

Here are original Image files of the A5 ‘Zine (Or DIY Magazine) I made back in 2006 detailing the fictional adventures of my two pet Guinea Pigs at the time:

Vivica:

And Lucrisha:

…Who even made it into Stockton’s Evening Gazette at one point. Which you have to admit, as a Guinea Pig, is pretty impressive!

I used to print these off, staple them up, and leave them in Public places for people who needed something to smile about.