Grazie, gracias, Thank you.

THANK YOU fellow gmail friends who have showed general interest in checking out the link I provided. I hope you enjoy the images/writing I've done. Check out my other blog--it's got mostly prose, essays, poetry and philosophical rants of new and old (Chessa's Other Blog that includes a poem about not having a Penis--Get Jiggy With It). Some real old shit from 2006.

SPEAKING OF REAL OLD SHIT from 2006.
It's The year of the BLOG.
I'm going to link you up to some of the best ones--of my besties (I have never until now referred to any group of people as my besties as I have come to loathe the description. In this sense, however, it's fitting, because the blogs are from 2006 and have not been updated since. They are funny. Oh yes, they are.) And I will quote Sir William of Wadsworth, known to everyone else as Will or Willy,

"Vin Diesel once walked down the street with a massive erection. There were no survivors.

If you rearrange the letters in Vin Diesel it reveals his credo: "I End Lives."
There is no "I" in team. There are two "I"s in Vin Diesel. Fuck you, team.

When Vin Diesel drinks pee, his asparagus smells funny.

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Vin Diesel allows to live."

Willy's Blog

Ryan Bench is Ryan Bench. If you know him, you know him. If you don't know him, you still know him. People attract to his blog like a dog to a woman's crotch, like flies to your face, and Lassie to Flipper.

Ryan Bench's Blog

I recently found my friend, Drew's blog and though I don't have permission from him--he still updates and writes about comics and life and since everyone knows that comics ARE life, then well, there you go.

Drew's Blog

My friend Alyse is a local photographer and artist. Her musings are fun and she enjoys the wayward lifestyle I appreciate. She lives in what I call a commune with varying ages of people, boa constrictors, millions of dogs, and craziness. She rocks.

Alyse's Blog

Snow Spring

Cheers to the newly fallen snow, may you melt quickly, with this heat I'm blowin'.

How many blogs must one have? Or can one have? Well after googling and looking through old bookmarks, I've found three for this one (being me). I update Thousand Nude Books and Lure of the Local (Beauty in the Breakthrough). http://rosesdreem.livejournal.com/

Comics Galore

Okay so the first image is of John Legend the R&B singer, next to him is an image from a comic I created as a Christmas present for a boyfriend of mine. He had a special relationship to his cat so I created a 36 page comic about a classic Villain/Super Hero spread: Fat Cat Meow steals Margo the cat from Mat who becomes a Cat Whisperer after Fat Cat's evil attempts to brainwash him go awry. So Mat becomes Matman Catman and the fellow cats in the neighborhood help him clean up his act to save Margo. He becomes protege to TomCat, the neighborhood tough 'guy.' Anyway the image is of Matman Catman and Fat Cat duking it out in a boxing match. The 3rd and 4th images are about transformation and time. The first of which is questioning what happens on a cellular biological level when a human goes through time travel. Are we decomposed and reconfigured during the process? The 4th image is of a human to owl transformation. The 5th-7th images are about coming into Being or gaining consciousness. My character, Lupo, is sitting outside Felix Guitarri's house as Michele Foucault fires a semi-automatic weapon at him from being jealous of his relationship to Guitarri's homeboy. Lupo is shocked but knew beforehand what their mission entailed. The series can go from most bold to most faint or vice versa. The 8th image is of my favorite character, whose name I will not release, but who does a lot of fun tricks...in this particular image he is learning to fly and sword fight like a ninja. Yes, there is stereotyping. Awesome! The last image is just some sketchwork on Lupo, Foucault, and so forth. Enjoy!

I've been a Polaroid Diva for a few years now. The film is so expensive now since production has stopped that I find myself trying to take "fantastic" photos but feeling sad afterward. I have one packet of film left and 4 exposures in the camera. These three are amongst some of my favorites. The three were taken during my sophomore year at DePaul, the first of the two towers, during a Polaroid Street Art Project I did for a class. My fellow friend, Polaroid and Street Art Aficionado, Morgan Manasa, joined me. The other two were found in the same alley opposite one another. Not so much an alley but a reprieve in the alley, a small overgrown opening. I remember feeling like I had found gold. Both sayings were removed a month after being found. I've been thinking of how to incorporate Polaroids into comics and specifically into the project I'm dreaming of. I'll also attach some comic images of my own. The one in the upper right is of french philosopher, Michele Foucault, who created the penopticon--the model that most penitentary systems are designed after. The spherical looking object is of a torture device Foucault designed. The guy sitting on his computer is my character, Lupo, and the girl is, Fern. This was an image I drew to brainstorm time travel. The colored image is only a portion of a larger one, but is of either a fox or rat/mouse-like character. I'm thinking of doing all of my dream sequences in color and illustrating like so because it's difficult to decipher what exactly is going on. The head shot is me (when I had long hair). I'm mixing fiction with memoir and sometimes I'll pop in to narrate. So now I'm getting excited. I wasn't going to release too many of my images (I have numerous so it's okay) but now I'm just like woah, baby, let's go-Go!-GO! So below are just a slew of images. Enjoy to those who read and hope your days are going as well they can be. Well actually I think I may just do a new post with all images because this seems to be acting funky with the text alignment.

Super Spider

A friend of mine and I sat in a fancy restaurant in the sky.  It was our first visit.  We witnessed things.  The kind, at least, observed by measuring great height.  

She and I sat at a table for two -- window walls, the lake, everything (buildings) between, the sunset, approaching storm spreading itself up and out.  through. thin. and the spiders.  Flying above, there, those clouds.

So high.   

The spiders rolled and flew.  Black balls of armour, canon(esses), little things. They nestle, now, into the webs, blow from side to side.  And in the highest corner, where clouds looked a distance below, life continued to exist. 

So we named her Earlene.  The female version of Earl.

The name that had been given

--to all other spiders, at least, well,

until...

 

in the world.





When Earlene came uncovered, it was the wind allowing for a reprieve. 

She moved slowly across her web. Legs extended, her back too-- molding into a shield. 

     Woosh.

She was a powerful little thing.

econosource copy box

The original title of my blog was going to be econosource, but someone already laid claim to it. 

What the fuck. 

We've got a lot of office folk -- lots of people who probably use econosource copy paper. 

The people who work at the offices and copy things, 

the people who don't work at offices who copy things, and

the people who get fired from their office job, copying things, and are given an econosource box as compensation.

And there it sits. One red and white box, type along the side, next to my bed.

TV rests on top.