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I sat in the school computer lab from around 11 PM to 4.30 AM going through my semi-disorganized archive of film photographs that survived my hard-drive crash and picking out pretty much every picture I ever liked to put up in the "work" section on my website. I grouped them in a way that I thought semi-fit.

This one didn't make the cut:



because there is no group for pictures that are trying to be postcards.

There is a group of nice things, things that make me feel uneasy, nature things, city things, vertical portraits, pictures which strongly remind me of feeling certain feelings and pictures that make me think of the colors white, green and pink.

I don't know.

I did this because I thought I was supposed to have a proper looking, functioning website for my web-design class today. Now I am in class and think I might have been mistaken, as in I am not being asked to be ready for anything right now.

Oh well.


Oh! My work got chosen for the Tribute part of the American Illustration Annual. I am still not sure exactly what this means but it sounds somewhat fancy. This is what got me "fame", it's the first spread of my mini-comic Bearkiller and also words from a dream I had:



I am just writing some words. I feel boring. I guess I'll show you more pictures. Holly and I had a fancy photo shoot for Feather & Folly. I think it was because an Australian woman is writing an article about Brooklyn girl-bands. I never lived in Brooklyn but I've played there a lot so I guess that counts. Here's one picture:

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There are more on our myspace page.

Have a nice day and night.

FACE THE DRAWMA:

I never want to draw a single line ever in my life again.

Drawing makes me feel like shit.

You know what doesn't make me feel like shit?

Films. I will now dedicate my life to only watching films for the rest of it and figuring out a way to make a living doing just that. I suspect it will involve a pen with a light on it.

Here is a gif of me interpretively dancing about my feelings:

late night drawing

Last night I FINALLY managed to squeeze out a couple of illustration to my Butcher story. I might get paid for these so, you know, I should have done this a month ago. Anyway, I know you probably haven't read the story; I haven't published it here because it was never really meant for the public. I always thought "what are the odds that I'll win this contest. No one will ever see this." But I was wrong and The Butcher will inevitably be published this fall, although only within my school in a small paper from the Vera List Center. And maybe they'll want to put my drawings in it. I'll show you one; this is the little girl with the big dog. They have a short debate in the story about whether she got killed or not. click to view larger.

















I heard there was a huricane coming over to visit us here on the southwestern coast of iceland. Judging from the weather outside it is already here. The hurricane's name is Bertha and supposedly it is not dangerous any more. I have a lot of experience living with harmless hurricanes named Bertha. My mother is one. She is a hurricane in the kitchen, for example. The results are delicious.

I am this forever

I suck at photographing my work at the moment. sorry.

p.s. approx. 12x16 inches, graphite + watercolor + pen and ink + brush and ink. I'm not sure why people always seem to want to know these things.

winner time.

I got an e-mail the other day:

Dear Julia,

Congratulations! On behalf of the jury members of the Vera List University Art Collection Writing Award, I am pleased to announce that your submission "The Butcher" to the 2007/2008 writing competition was awarded the first place in the category of creative response, with a prize of $400.

This means I wrote a story and sent it into a competition and won. The competition is for all the schools within the new school university. This means that a lot of people take part. this means that a lot of them are americans and native english-speakers. this means that some of them are writing majors at eugene-lang.

I still won. The Icelandic girl who never took a creative writing class in her life won. The Icelandic girl who just recently started writing secret stories when she was angry at people and/or had interesting dreams and/or real or imaginary conversations.

AMERICANS = PWND

This makes me happy.

Now you can all say "hey I started reading what Júlía wrote before she won an award and became famous."

joke.

I have one problem that I want to talk about. I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with real people other than myself. I guess I am interested in myself too but I am more interested in people who I know or know of. I am not interested in imaginary people. I never ask these real people permission to draw them or write about them because that would be weird. They would think I was in love with them or something. That is not the case. I am never in love with people. So I just go ahead and draw them and write about them, telling myself I'll just never show anyone. Like when I wrote The Butcher. Of course I change names and details when I write because that's easier than changing people's faces when I draw. But I still thought "I will never tell anyone I wrote this. I will not win anything in this competition because I am foreign and this story will never be published and no one will read it."

Well I was wrong.

The story is about being foreign too, in part. It's about me and being foreign and angry and tired. It's funny. The jury used the word "Irreverence" about something in my story. I had to look the word up in the dictionary because I am foreign.

Okay. this might make me seem productive. I am not. I never make anything serious. except this story and another story that I illustrated for my lithography class. I am happy with these 2 things. Even if I get bad grades, which will probably happen, I will be happy that I accomplished two things that I like this semester. Here is a picture of the book I made:



I don't want to post the inside because I wrote and drew a real person in it and I didn't ask them permission and I'm scared they will not like it. But if you want to buy one of these they might be for sale. You should ask me.

I want to now apologize to everyone I might ever draw or write about without their permission. I'm sorry.

I should do my homework. Instead I always spend all of my time making very unserious things. Like this unserious thing I made today for Alex Fitzgerald. I like Alex Fitzgerald because he makes me smile and he likes the internet more than I do which is rare. Before I knew him I thought he was a lame internet person. Then I got to know him as an awesome real person. Now we talk to each other regularly both with our real faces and with our internets. So today's conversation resulted in this:



I am going to leave it up to you to read into this piece. Here is a clue: "Irreverence."

I am going to drink my tea now, it has probably gone cold. then I will draw tesla coils. good night.