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Remember this? It’s famous now! Eeee! Thanks, the Hairpin! I especially love that everyone is sharing their hilarious sleep talking moments in the comments. Absolutely the best.


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Nikhil Dreams of Food

So my boyfriend dreams about food…a lot. He wakes me up in the middle of the night talking in his sleep about the things his subconscious most wishes he was eating. He has so many dreams about food that this has become a thing. I think they are hilarious. I look forward to them and record them when they happen (once I was so sleepy myself I was worried I would forget, so I wrote myself an unsent text message in my phone for the next morning). He’s not quite at the level of Sleep Talkin’ Man but he can hold his own. I decided I needed to do something with them because this material is pure gold. It was his birthday a few weeks ago, so I compiled a few of them into short comic strips and put a book together as a gift. He loved it and I was pretty happy with them too so I figured I would put them on the internets like a real comic! For the gift I printed the strips out and watercolored them; here I’ve colored in Photoshop and I quite like it. It was fun trying to make shadows look like moonlight. Anyway, I hope you enjoy part one of Nikhil Dreams of Food. There will be more–presumably many more, if the man keeps being as hungry as he apparently is–and they are all true stories.

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Baby Mobile

No, not a mobile made of babies…a mobile for a baby!

My landlords, who live in my building, had a little girl last year and she recently had a birthday party. I stopped by to say hi but had to get back to work (story of my life these days!), so I wanted to give a little present as well. This mobile was super easy and looks cute too (though now I regret not painting both sides so you see animals no matter how the pieces are hanging). I took two kebab skewers and cut off the pointy ends and sanded down both sides (even though this is decoration and clearly not a baby-friendly toy, I didn’t want pointy things on it). I painted some partly-made-up animals on some thick watercolor paper and cut them out and punched holes. I bound the kebab sticks together tightly with pretty colors of embroidery thread (remember making god’s eyes at camp with popsicle sticks and yarn? Wrap it like that) and then strung thread through the punched holes and tied them to the kebabs. The hardest part was lining up the strings it hangs from. I hope my tiniest landlord likes it!

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I’ve been taking a life drawing class at Barnsdall lately. “Class” is a loose term–it’s an uninstructed three-hour session with a model once a week; three long poses. Part of me wishes it had more structure (I feel like I learn really well with critique), but part of me enjoys the freedom to just draw. I haven’t done any posed, with a professional model, not by the seat of my pants in a tiny book life drawing since college and it’s been refreshing–if a bit frustrating on occasion, as with anything under-practiced I guess. I’ve also taken to calling it “Old Man Class” (extra hilarious when paired with my other recent extracurricular, “Butt Class”) since my first day there it was five senior dudes and myself. It’s turned out to include more ladies, but I’m still the youngest person by a good three decades.

I’ve really been enjoying it and plan on signing up for the next semester when this one ends next month. It’s a great deal for time with a model ($100 for twelve weeks! Way cheaper than Butt Class) and it’s been a really lovely, peaceful way to spend Thursday mornings while sharpening my neglected skills.

I wanted to show some of the work I’ve done…caveat, these are sketches and practice ones at that. And my camera sucks and most of these are too big to scan. And they are all, um, naked, so here’s a cut for delicate sensibilities.

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