My dad brought me this starfish from his trip to Mexico. It’s really cool, but it also kind of gives me the creeps. I think I’m going to display it on some coloured sand and see if it helps with my fear of / repulsion towards aquatic creatures.
I always find these spam messages hilarious. Apparently you have this service that works SOOO well, yet you’re anonymous and you always tout these vague, nameless success stories. A few of these “services” even sell my songs on bandcamp without my permission. Leave me the heck alone please&thanks
I drew the girl in the center about a week ago when I got my new favorite pen. I opened my sketchbook today and then just started drawing all over her and around her. I think I enjoy letting work rest inbetween sometimes.
Turns out if you take Tylenol Cold and Midol on an empty stomach before getting on a bus, you will feel very feverish and nauseated. Lesson learned.
Onto the part of the album process I’m the worst at: sequencing.
Little secret, all my previous releases had their songs put in order by a friend because I gave up after like 3 weeks haha
astrotravellin on Flickr.
Lily Le, 2013/2014. Polaroid, comic book cut out.
space is a place
this is also for sale as a print. If you click this link you’ll get free shipping and $10 off until February 9th! =3
Just got my print in the mail! Sooooo much more beautiful in real life. I think I’ll make it the focal point on my little bookshelf shrine :3
Only downside is that whoever delivered it decided to bend it up and shove it in my tiny mailbox rather than leave it at the post office for me to pick up, because apparently if a parcel comes in a really thick, rigid package, it’s for no reason whatsoever and you should just fold that shit up -_-. I have it squashed under a bunch of heavy books, hopefully that will flatten it up.
How to take a picture of yourself:
1. Feel pwetty or whatever
2. Be unable to make eye contact with the camera or yourself
3. Be unable to smile naturally
4. Wonder why you are taking pictures anyway, start daydreaming
I’m in a classroom, and I’m being called up to answer questions given by the other students. An old friend of mine is there, and we both need to leave, desperately, but I don’t know why. The first question gets asked by a guy with an absurdly out-dated haircut and clothing. I need to think of some way to cause a distraction or to stall, but I can’t come up with anything on the spot. Instead, I force some laughter, and a few people join in. But I start laughing louder, more hysterically, almost maniacal. It sounds phonier and phonier. With my eyes wide I scan the room, look into everyone’s eyes, “HA! HA! HA HA HA! AHHHHH HA HA!”. I look over at the professor and he raises one eyebrow at me, starts to turn towards me and say something, when I bolt out of the room and run down a long hallway towards a door. I wake up.
I’m at my father’s house, his same house and back yard and garden, but it’s up on a mountain. It’s snowing, everything is covered in snow, and the sky is completely white, with no visible clouds. I can’t see into the distance either. It’s like it’s a set in front of a sheet of paper. My father is letting the dogs out, and I tell him how being surrounded by this white void makes everything seem infinite. Two men in brown suits come up the driveway, and my father tells me to get inside the house. I go in, and peek out the window. Suddenly, the two men are holding these long staffs, and using them to poke and prod at our house, our garage etc. My father keeps asking them to leave, but they just keep repeating that they’re here to try and sell him something. I go over to my rat’s cage, and see that my rat who has passed away is in there playing with the other one. I realize that I must be dreaming, and I wake up.
I’m the assistant sound engineer for a live theatrical production being put on in my small hometown. The play is created/produced/directed by David Lynch (this dream came about in the middle of my Twin Peaks marathon, so…). It’s the night of the final performance before he brings the show to another city. The show is over, and everyone is packing up. I run through the theatre trying to find either the chief sound engineer or David. There seem to be way too many people milling about the theatre, and I push my way through these thick throngs of people. Finally, I find a door that opens to a huge atrium, and David is sitting there alone at a long table. I ask him if I can travel with them and be hired on full-time, and he says yes.