Eyebrow Exhibition 2, 2012

This is the second part to the Eyebrow Exhibition. (Obviously)

I had so much fun doing the first one that I had to make another.

I think I'm going to continue this until it feels like an obligation or work to me. Then I'll quit.

Maybe for a collab, you could possibly choose one character in the drawing and write a bio about him/her?

Preferably involving their eccentric eyebrows, cause they obviously put a lot of work into them!

Give them some loveee.

Eyebrow Exhibition, 2012

I like to drawing attention (no pun intended) to all the weird and strange but all very wonderfully interesting things about us human beings.

What makes each and every one of us an individual?

How exciting is it to rock a bushy unibrow?

Very much so, according to the person on the top right.

Lovesick, 2011

Graphite on Paper

This work is inspired by a one-way love.

What you feel about it regardless of what the other person might feel about you.

The emotions they evoke within you, you are happy for that moment when you think of them.

In this particular story, the flame is blown out pretty quickly.

The girl fails to act on it, and the boy does not realize the girl exists in the end.

I mean, it could have gone right, all she had to do was say, "Hi, my name is (so-and-so)."

But maybe its fate. Maybe it was meant to be that she didn't have the courage to say anything.

Or maybe its just a way for the girl to feel less bad about it.

Time is cruel like that. Regardless of what happens, it only heads forward without a single glance behind.

A bitter-sweet kind of work.

What Really Happened to My Favourite Stuffed Toy, 2012

Graphite and Gouache on Paper

This work was inspired by a memory of mine back when I was young and clueless.

When I was a wee little girl, I was given a big stuffed toy dog that came up all the way to my chest.

It was so fluffy and I loved it.

I adored it so much that when it became all raggity, puking out cotton balls at all sides, I would call it an "operation" and gently sew it back up. At first operation, I popped in a battery inside it and pretend that it was a heart.

"It" then became a "he".

then one day, he was gone.

Without a single trace of a cotton ball, he was gone.

I was heart broken to find that he had left me.

After all the treatment I've given him, he had abandoned me. He didn't love me like I've loved him.

That memory has been repeating inside my head up until today.

I'm reminded of that memory whenever life pushes me into a coming express train with obstacles to overcome.

Its a memory that I can crawl into and cozy up to.

That was once my utmost devestating tragedies of life when I was young,

but now, I kind of wish that I had a stuff toy I could cry about.

Growing old scares the living shit out of me sometimes.

What Really Happened to My Favourite Stuffed Toy, 2012

This work was inspired by a memory of mine back when I was young and clueless.

When I was a wee little girl, I was given a big stuffed toy dog that came up all the way to my chest.

It was so fluffy and I loved it.

I adored it so much that when it became all raggity, puking out cotton balls at all sides, I would call it an "operation" and gently sew it back up. At first operation, I popped in a battery inside it and pretend that it was a heart.

"It" then became a "he".

then one day, he was gone.

Without a single trace of a cotton ball, he was gone.

I was heart broken to find that he had left me.

After all the treatment I've given him, he had abandoned me. He didn't love me like I've loved him.

That memory has been repeating inside my head up until today.

I'm reminded of that memory whenever life pushes me into a coming express train with obstacles to overcome.

Its a memory that I can crawl into and cozy up to.

That was once my utmost devestating tragedies of life when I was young,

but now, I kind of wish that I had a stuff toy I could cry about.

Growing old scares the living shit out of me sometimes.

What Really Happened to My Favourite Stuffed Toy, 2012

This work was inspired by a memory of mine back when I was young and clueless.

When I was a wee little girl, I was given a big stuffed toy dog that came up all the way to my chest.

It was so fluffy and I loved it.

I adored it so much that when it became all raggity, puking out cotton balls at all sides, I would call it an "operation" and gently sew it back up. At first operation, I popped in a battery inside it and pretend that it was a heart.

"It" then became a "he".

then one day, he was gone.

Without a single trace of a cotton ball, he was gone.

I was heart broken to find that he had left me.

After all the treatment I've given him, he had abandoned me. He didn't love me like I've loved him.

That memory has been repeating inside my head up until today.

I'm reminded of that memory whenever life pushes me into a coming express train with obstacles to overcome.

Its a memory that I can crawl into and cozy up to.

That was once my utmost devestating tragedies of life,

but now, I kind of wish that I had a stuff toy I could cry about.

Growing old scares the living shit out of me sometimes.

Tea Party with Strangers, 2012

Have you ever thought of having to sit through some sort of informal meeting with a total stranger?

I was riding the subway back from school when I saw one rather chubby man eating carrot sticks and holding a bottle of diet coke. This has got me thinking,

'He could simply be on a diet, or... he just really likes carrots and coke'

Maybe I could apporach him and ask as to why he is eating such selection of food.

I'm imagining that he would then offer me a carrot stick to be polite and friendly and I would simply refuse and say

"I'm allergic"

when I really just dispise the taste of raw carrots.

He would then expand about things he is allergic to and we would find something in common.

We then would be jolly old friends for life.

But in reality, I am a student staring quite strangely at an overweight man eating carrots and coke until I get off at my stop only to remember him only as the fat carrot man.

Tea Party with Strangers, 2012

Have you ever thought of having to sit through some sort of informal meeting with a total stranger?

I was riding the subway back from school when I saw one rather chubby man eating carrot sticks and holding a bottle of diet coke.

This has got me thinking, 'He could simply be on a diet, or... he just really likes carrots and coke'

Maybe I could apporach him and ask as to why he is eating such selection of food.

I'm imagining that he would then offer me a carrot stick to be polite and friendly and I would simply refuse and say "I'm allergic" when I really just dispise the taste of raw carrots.

He would then expand about things he is allergic to and we would find something in common.

We then would be jolly old friends for life.

But in reality, I am a student staring quite strangely at an overweight man eating carrots and coke until I get off at my stop only to remember him only as the fat carrot man.

Tea Party with Strangers, 2012

Have you ever thought of having to sit through some sort of informal meeting with a total stranger?

I was riding the subway back from school when I saw one rather chubby man eating carrot sticks and holding a bottle of diet coke.

This has got me thinking, 'He could simply be on a diet, or... he just really likes carrots and coke'

Maybe I could apporach him and ask as to why he is eating such selection of food.

I'm imagining that he would then offer me a carrot stick to be polite and friendly and I would simply refuse and say "I'm allergic" when I really just dispise the taste of raw carrots.

He would then expand about things he is allergic to and we would find something in common.

We then would be jolly old friends for life.

But in reality, I am a student staring quite strangely at an overweight man eating carrots and coke until I get off at my stop only to remember him only as the fat carrot man.

Takes All Kinds, 2012

I like to observe people and see what kinds of people exist in the world along with me.

When you close your mouth and open your eyes and ears, you'll be surprise to see and hear things you've never noticed before.

Quiet business man,

curious little girl,

lady with 99 problems (but a bitch ain't one),

and a creepy grampa who really just misses his recently passed wife and is lonely.

They may or may not be fictional characters to you.