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A work in progress paint-on-glass animation about conservation, science, marine biology, and space.

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I think I’ll paint in the room with the most expensive electronic equipment.

I think I’ll paint in the room with the most expensive electronic equipment.

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linabell:

this is for Althea - one of the better drawings I’ve tried to do, with a poem by Pablo Neruda:
Enigmas
You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with 
his golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for?I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, and I reply by describinghow the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.You enquire about the kingfisher’s feathers,which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?Or you’ve found in the cards a new question touching on the crystal architectureof the sea anemone, and you’ll deal that to me now?You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean spines?The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched outin the deep places like a thread in the water?I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxesis endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petalhard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of lightand untied its knot, letting its musical threads fallfrom a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on aheadof human eyes, dead in those darknesses,of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudeson the timid globe of an orange.I walked around as you do, investigatingthe endless star,and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

IF ANYONE WANTS TO KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME HAPPY AFTER A SHITTY WEEK:BE LINA.

linabell:

this is for Althea - one of the better drawings I’ve tried to do, with a poem by Pablo Neruda:

Enigmas

You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with 

his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent 
bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, 
and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher’s feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you’ve found in the cards a new question touching on 
the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you’ll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean 
spines?
The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its 
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the 
petal
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

IF ANYONE WANTS TO KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME HAPPY AFTER A SHITTY WEEK:
BE LINA.

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I haven’t tried shading this way in a while.

I haven’t tried shading this way in a while.

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Deer boys in colored light

Deer boys in colored light

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Flyaways

Flyaways

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"Why are there so many Filipino Nurses?"From Islands by Althea
If you look up why 80 percent of California’s licensed manicurists are Vietnamese women, you will undoubtedly come across the story of Tippi Hedren, Hope VIllage, and Dusty, ho she “noticed that they were food with their hands.”
You will learn about Happy Nails, Advance Beauty College in Little Saigon, encounter a stereotype, unprecedented exposure to harmful chemicals, the mirage of a ladder.
The day before prom, you will get your nails done at Happy Nails, and your mom will talk excitedly with the manicurist about refugees and the Philippines. The next day you will sprain your ankle on high heels too big. They will have no stories to explain why the emergency room is full of familiar voices, why one out of five of the nurses will look like you and can talk to your mother in your mother tongue. One out of five of the people who wrap up your leg will tell you to lift your “poot” and ask how it “peels.” You will get the “I guess that makes sense” answer, occupations and World War One, an epidemic, and a shortage.

"Why are there so many Filipino Nurses?"
From Islands by Althea

If you look up why 80 percent of California’s licensed manicurists are Vietnamese women, you will undoubtedly come across the story of Tippi Hedren, Hope VIllage, and Dusty, ho she “noticed that they were food with their hands.”

You will learn about Happy Nails, Advance Beauty College in Little Saigon, encounter a stereotype, unprecedented exposure to harmful chemicals, the mirage of a ladder.

The day before prom, you will get your nails done at Happy Nails, and your mom will talk excitedly with the manicurist about refugees and the Philippines. The next day you will sprain your ankle on high heels too big. They will have no stories to explain why the emergency room is full of familiar voices, why one out of five of the nurses will look like you and can talk to your mother in your mother tongue. One out of five of the people who wrap up your leg will tell you to lift your “poot” and ask how it “peels.” You will get the “I guess that makes sense” answer, occupations and World War One, an epidemic, and a shortage.

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Sibel Sayiner & Violet Trachtenberg - “Pride” (CUPSI 2014)

"There is more to celebrate than a parade. There are voices to be heard that cannot make their way to these limousines."

Performing for Stanford University during prelims at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.

Guys das my profro.

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All drawing is is information.
There’s this assumption that all work is motivated by repressed trauma.

All drawing is is information.

There’s this assumption that all work is motivated by repressed trauma.