Friday, December 12, 2008

dating death

Here's some sample pages from my comic final. It's about a girl who takes death as her lover.
And an illustration I did.

Thursday, December 4, 2008


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

On sins. On bitterness.

This is a little much, kay?

Martha had fallen into an uncomfortable sleep, one where the past bubbled beneath her eyes and her stomach was churning with distaste and where a large fist of doubt lay in her ribs. It was the sleep of misery that her sister Doris had warned her about- the sleep of no sleep at all. A sleep for those who had sin cast upon them, and thus was marked with sin themselves. But Martha was only restless for a few hours before She came in, cool, liquid almost, and always calming, always charming. She placed a delicate pinky on Martha’s nightgown, right below her chest, and Martha grew still. She knew what to say. She whispered because she was saving her voice for a bigger night. She told Martha that She could hear her suffering from the neighbor’s kitchen while the T.V. was on. She said She had stopped working on a pot roast to come to her. She told Martha that sin causes sin and reminded her that love has no bitterness. And that was something Martha really needed to remember. And then She touched Martha’s hair, so it shifted as it would shift in the wind, and told her not to worry. She reminded Martha to celebrate everything, something that Martha was already good at. She then turned on the nightlight and shut the door, leaving Martha in a dream where Martha was singing a song she had once known from heart.

And on a completely different note:

Anna, over and out.

Monday, November 24, 2008


Sunday, November 23, 2008

panel one

newest panel Im working on. Gotta play with the words more, as well as adjusting it all on photoshop but heres what I've got so far. Its pencil on vellum-feedback appreciated for the overall look.

ALSO, updated my shop.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Art Sale and Art Opening!

First off, I posted all my weekly comics about how depressed I've been here. Check them out if you want.

I have four pieces in the Love Art Passion show opening this Saturday. Everyone who can make it should stop by between 7-9 and say hi to me. I'm pretty excited!

Also, since I posted that image before, I will post a new one of the last thing I'm selling in the art sale.

I love this piece and will not be too upset if it doesn't get bought.

Monday, November 17, 2008

More art sale stuffs

We have Elyse as Janis Joplin (my fav) and Elyse as Marie Curie. And then a little city!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

My sister

My sister Elyse Bongiovanni as Emily Dickinson. Also will be sold at the art sale.


These are all 4.5x4.5 inches. I'll be selling them for five bucks at the art sale.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Less lighthearted

So here are a few pages from the 24 hour comic challenge. I didnt finish it in time, and these are the only pages I really like. And looking over it, not only do I realize that none of it makes sense, but I also see that the comic is not really about nuns at all, more like about doubt surrounding something obvious and not obvious at most of what i make.

That being said, it did get the urge to draw nuns out of my system for awhile.
Random pages not in order!

Also I enjoy assigning myself a number of paragraphs and writing a story. So here are two four paragraph stories.

Sometimes girls can predict their own future. Only girls can do this as they have an acute awareness of themselves that most men are incapable of. These girls witness their future in fogged windows and puddles on dirty cement. Sometimes they see their future by surprise, like when they look up in a rearview mirror or static on a television.

Cassandra Patterson realized her future at the tender age of fifteen. She had just had her first sexual experience with a boy in a closet at her friend Patty’s birthday when she went to the bathroom to clean up. She was examining the flushed markings on her cheeks and the rough hickeys on her neck when up in the corner of the bathroom mirror she saw her future hovering.

When Cassandra examined it closer she saw that she’d have sex with a number of boys before she reached an age of desperation and married a man she was only slightly satisfied with. He was in the army and would often be gone from the house, where she would knit blankets for children with cancer to pass the time. He would sleep around and she would swallow her sick feeling and would refuse to think about it. When he became forty-five he suffered a heart attack and Cassandra nursed him back to health, and from then on he became devote and loved her with all his might, but Cassandra was never really into it and died at eighty.

After viewing her future Cassandra took a moment to collect herself. She reapplied her strawberry lip gloss, tidied up her hair, and accepted that she was to lead a mediocre existence in the shadow of others. Cassandra then went back downstairs to the party and ate enough Doritos to get sick.

Sometimes she would look down at the ground and realize that that feeling under her ribs and above her stomach wasn’t her imagination at all. Pink converse stepping into puddles and on sticks and rocks and over chewed up mint bubble gum. Avoiding the cracks because that’s always a good rule. Just in case.

At night when she’d be trying to sleep and her parents arguing in the living room, the lump would grow. She didn’t remember the first time she noticed it, probably it had always been there, like that mole above her right breast. Boys in her junior high would make it worse as well. Tom Page would pass her down the hall and she’d hold her breath hoping that he glanced her way even for a second, and when he didn’t and he turned into the science room, she’d let out her breath and the lump would be bigger. Holding history textbooks closer to her heart did nothing to relive the sensation.

She looked into curing the feeling. She searched textbooks, magic books, wikipedia, her grandmother’s diary in the attic. Not one mentioned the peach-pit lump of uneasiness. She would look at her stomach in the mirror and began to think that she could see it poking out of the thin skin of her belly. She worried. It grew.

She told her mother about it. What if it was cancer? Or something worse. But her mother just laughed a little with red-rimmed eyes and thin lips and smiled at her daughter. Her mother explained that there was no cure, and one day it would surly grow large enough to kill her. Her mother went back to chopping onions and she placed her pale, cold hand on her belly.

Friday, November 7, 2008


Look! I can make more than just sad imagery!!
also, yes Elyse, that is you.

Monday, October 27, 2008

sorry sorry

I'll stop updating once i stop feeling like this:

Updates like WOAH!

These will (hopefully?!?) be in an upcoming show and up for sale. They are part of a four part series. Im still playing with the title (something like Embraces of Pain and Pleasure? Or something). The overall theme is me trying to capture the relationship I had with someone (who I was intimate with) by illustrating a single embrace of me and that person. It feels like I need one more piece to complete the set, but it's 5am, and will be 6 by the time I get to sleep, so thats not going to happen tonight.

Sunday, October 26, 2008


Here are some screenprints I did this summer.

I do not register anything ever and I love doing it that way but apparently its wrong. I just cant seem to get myself to register, it feels wrong. This is probably the only beef I have with screenprinting (besides just how difficult it is). I dont know anyone else who screenprints like this.

Also, here are some crappy photos from my screenprint installation. I SWEAR IT LOOKED BETTER IN PERSON.

This project pretty much killed me, but I'd love to do it again.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

a little peek

Because I am a tease, here is a small panel.
Im not sure Im buying the red yet. could be browner maybe.

It's two am. I will see how I feel tomorrow.

Monday, October 20, 2008


I bought a new sketchbook LITERALLY yesterday. Its a third of the way full. I'm thinking of MAYBE selling it at the Art Sale this year, but how does one price something like that?

Friday, October 17, 2008


Madonna of Sorrows

sometimes i think I am either living or drowning. Sometimes I guess they are the same thing.

Monday, October 13, 2008