Caitlin M.'s Art Toilet!!

this is my art and stuff.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


These are from my sketchbook. They are merely articulations, not anything finished or good. DON'T YELL AT ME!

Printmakin' Ya'll!!!

Woodcuts are probably my favorite kind of fine art. It's visceral and process oriented and you get to hack up wood with sharp knives and accidentally stab yourself in the fleshy part of your palm when your dull flexcut hits an imperfection in the crappy birch wood you found in a dumpster and scream and scream and bleed all over your expensive Rives's fun! I like it anyway. One day I intend on marrying a rich lawyer or something so I can fulfill a combination of my two favorite things and make an animated woodcut movie. A short one. A really, really short one. My husband will probably divorce me, or at the very least send me off to a mental institution after the combined tedium drives me so insane I gouge out my eyes and proceed to fuck our maid. The okay thing is that I wouldn't care as long as it was done.

"Ill Family." A piece about autism. Printed on Muslin.
Truly Hopeless Romantic. Self Portrait.
The Bitch. Self Portrait.
The Cynic. Self Portrait.
Finding Jesus in a Baggie. Self Portrait.

Morbid Fascinations?

This is "Bury My Scalp at Wounded Knee." It's a piece about the merciless native American holocaust we whiteys perpetrated. I really cared about that for like, four straight months, which is pretty long short attention span considered.

In addition to my Indian sympathies I also like to make stuff that looks gross. Playing with latex trying to make convincing rotting skin was pretty durn fun. Adding nasty weave to it that stuck to everything in my room was also pretty neat-o. Actual human hair that isn't mine makes me kind of sick. Good thing it was fake and I bought at at CVS for six dollars.

This is Pookie. Pookie my child. I borne him from a spooky place. I pretty sure Satan naw possessed me o sumthin cuz I never sewed anything in my life before this and I didn't have a pattern or nuthin. He talks to me when I try to sleep. I'm not really kidding.