The first is called Peter Pain and the one below is a family of spooky eyeballs just in time for Hallowe’en! Both measure 10 by 10 inches (25cm by 25cm). I’m hoping to complete them both this weekend. I’ll expand upon the significance of each illustration once they are done, scanned and blogged individually.
Hope you are all having a great weekend!
Every now and then one must break away from the routine of cute, pretty and expected and dive down into the unknown, scary and nightmarish!
Happy Hallowe’en friends!
PS – no cat’s were harmed in the writing of this blog post
This year I’ll be working during the day and later handing out candy to kids in the neighborhood. We expect 200-300 trick or treaters to come knocking on the door this year.
The pics below are from a party I attended, at the Waldorf Hotel in Vancouver, in 2005. We created our own patterns and sewed the dresses up a few days before the event. We jaunted down to Chinatown, frantically searching for china flats which we found and purchased. We later found decent wigs from a crazy shop (I can’t remember the name…?) on Main St.
From left to right – Me (Jessica), Michael, Leah, unknown guy #1 and guy #2
From left to right – Leah, Lala, Junko and me (Jessica)
…and from last year, and more scary…
Have a great, fun and safe Halloween everyone!
•Photo credits – Darren Lee
•Mini opening photo credit – me
Fire-trucks are everywhere. The alarm in my building just went off too. I just came back upstairs after packing my cat into a basket and running down all the stairs. Then the alarm decided to stop. We all poured back into the building only to hear another alarm going off down on the main floor. I’m heading out down the street. The noise is getting immense. All the alarms have stopped in my building.
I was walking home from the Burlesque show I had been in attendance of and lying on the grass was this man. This man had on a white mask. He had on a white cowboy hat. He was wearing a reddish burgundy plaid shirt and dark navy bluejeans. To top it off he wore some snakeskin cowboy boots. I walked by. Then stoped, flipped around and walked to the man on the grass. He was slumped over laying down heavy upon the ground. Eyes closed with no bodily movement, I say “HEY guy”…
I’ll run upstairs, call the police. I was looking at the side entrance to the building I lived in. Um. Sweat was dripping down my forhead now. I had been walking for 30 minutes. What do I do. Call the police Jessica. Touch him. Shake him. No I better not. He’s breathing. Belly -up. Belly-down. It is 2:00AM in the morning, there are firecrackers going off in the distance. BOOM. Crack…. pssssssss.