Sunday, March 29, 2009

089. (comics sunday part 3.)

more comic goodness:

















here's the bloodvessel:



all comics are 2009 catherine palmeno.

Monday, March 23, 2009

088. (comics journal sundays, part two.)

technically its monday, but its still sunday to me:

















this week at work in comics. 2009 catherine palmeno.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

087. (stuff i drew at work.)









all within the past two weeks at my new job. i work at captel, and one of the perks of working there is i get a lot of drawing and reading done. these are just some of the journal i've started.

might i add, silhouette from watchmen is a total babe.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

086. (dino fucking robot.)




this is probably the weirdest thing i've ever done. i submitted it to this site:

http://dinosaursfuckingrobots.com/

enjoy.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

085. (body parts series, part two, number one.)

this is a little more personal than i usually get on here.



promessa, 2009. acrylic. copyright catherine palmeno.

the next time you say forever i'm will punch you in your face.
just because you don't believe it, doesn't mean i didn't mean it.
you never know when i will show you the never.
neko case.

i have a habit of self-sabotaging. i don't trust easily, and i tend to stay in the shallow end of the pool when it comes to any sort of relationship. i find every time i dive into the deep end, i drown. i've been promised a lot in this short life, by all sorts of men and boys and friends. i don't promise anything anymore.

i've realized, for a feminist, i sure have let men tug me around and ruin my good time.

so, as a closer to my body parts series, i did one for myself. i've been thinking a lot about trust lately. i've been observing other people and their relationships, and with my own broken anniversary coming up, i felt compelled, i guess. i did my hands as my body part. the instruments that help me create also help me destroy myself. my most reoccurring dream is where i lose my fingers. every talent i have, i do with my hands. violin, drawing, writing. plus the fact that i feel cursed in a way, like everyone who says anything to me has their fingers crossed. so, here it is:

the colors came out a little off in the photo, and there are still some corrections that i am doing. and part of it is wet in the picture. but yeah.

as for the symbolism: the gesture is obvious; lilies are my favorite flower and have innocent connotations. the severance of the hand is from my nightmares, along with the blood. the banner says promise in italian.

speaking of art, i am peeing myself over watchmen.



THIS FRIDAY JERKS.