20-03-2013 Spring Break       photoshoot in an alley see the project on behance :                                        Best outfit ever. Advertisements


01-03-2013 – Scientific Illustration Field Trip Friday morning Took a drive out to the Aquarium on Skidaway Island           The Red Lionfish A venomous greeting with a flitter of her dorsal spine and I was bewitched. Spotted Seatrout The fish that preferred a fainter shadow decided to retain half of it but it soon … Continue reading


:-/ Life has been boring Time for some prints \ / just some cool girls from the internet /                                                                      (where life is infinitely more fun) / / / / / / \    a screen-cap when I was working on a fashion illustration / see more at: TOKYO/GIRLS      & /dorm lyfe

San Francisco

30.11.2012 – 9.12.2012 From Savannah to San Francisco Flower Conservatory               MOMA             Exploratorium & Fisherman’s Wharf                 Pastel colors: On the way to Castro, Ella’s room            Our abode: Anna’s cosy home Had a great time!


It is an interesting experience, living in someone else’s apartment. like a creature inhabiting a new part of the woods. – – Wake, trace old footsteps around blissful furniture. Lights dim, and I am fetal in the birth place of happy memories. – – –        The Honest House, by Megan Falley In … Continue reading


my latest digi-doodle: a get well illustration for my grandma. we are all little grains from the same sack of rice. close-ups on behance:   /some images i like via MNZ


coupons by Charles Bukowski cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air and on your doorstep is a dead sparrow his head and breast chewed away. hanging from the doorknob is an ad from the All American Burger consisting of several coupons which say that with … Continue reading

metal & knit

just some images I’ve been inspired by: via SIRN /dropsnap /maraisUSA


Kevin Henkes. Olive’s Ocean. (Greenwillow, 2003.) Newbery Award, 2004. “Are you Martha Boyle?” Martha nodded. “You don’t know me,” said the woman at the door. “Olive Barstow was my daughter. I was her mother.” Martha heard herself gasp. A small, barely audible gasp. “I don’t know how well you knew Olive,” said the woman. “She … Continue reading


all the new things! /new space /new friend wifi (wee-fee)       no need for speakers, a cup works just fine! / new illustrations        just personal doodles of the past week. /late night chats & chilling at parks same old, same old.