Lessons/Likes

Like I mentioned before, SeaTac is one of my favorite airports because there is so much to look at. I consider myself to be an airport connoisseur, even though I've only been to like, 10 of them. I like SeaTac because they really do consider the traveler, his or her potential needs, and what would make their visit, (or layover) more comfortable. For instance, there is literally a Starbucks in every single section of the airport. Sometimes two. There are a wide variety of shops to browse and escape travel pressures in (or to pick up last minute gifts).

The one thing they are missing is Cinnabon. Yes, I love those cinnamon rolls more than most things in life. With extra frosting.

But the thing I like the most about the airport is that they include tons of art, scattered throughout terminals and hallways. Here's one that I saw while I waited in that beast of a line by the Southwest counter:

Spectrum Delta II by Francis Celentano. Snapped by my phone, but here's a better picture...

Photo Credit: AtomicTaco

It's great up close. So many fun colors, it is electrifying, dizzying, and huge.

Something I have learned about traveling: Don't wear minidresses.

I am wearing American Apparel's Fine Jersey Short Sleeve Crew Neck T-Shirt Dress in this exact color. I love it, it is comfy and soft and simple, and not too short at all, actually. I wore it because I figured, "When I step into California's sunshine, it's going to be so hot that I won't want to wear pants!" Genius! But, it really is still chilly here in Seattle. That, and lugging around my duffel bag made me feel kind of uncomfortable in it. I forgot to wear spandex underneath, and deftly put some on while riding the light rail (yes that sounds crazy but there was no one around me in my area of the train!), which helped me feel more comfortable. Next time I'll stick with my regular jeans & t-shirt combo, however boring that is.

Oh, joy.

Today's airport experience hasn't been as pleasant as the others.

Yes! I am at the Seattle Tacoma International Airport! Today I am flying home, to spend nine days in charming Grass Valley. I hope to see lots of friends, get very tan, and enjoy my family. My mom had a baby about a month ago, so I get to finally meet my new little brother, Sky. And I get to play with my current favorite brother, Blaise. My first Californian meal is going to be In N Out burger, because it's been about 11 months since I've had one. (which is blasphemy). I can't wait to go to the river...get burned...see my old kids at Hennessy...hug my mom...gosh I am so excited.

BUT I MISSED MY FLIGHT.

Yes, I did. How many times has this happened to me? Like 4 or 5 times? Granted, one time I did miss my flight due to hospitalization (I'll tell you that story another day), but really...I tried my best to catch my 7:20 am flight on time, I really did! I even slept at a friend's house in Belltown so I could walk to the light rail instead of taking the bus to the light rail. I woke up at 5:15 and got ready in less than 1/2 an hour! (record time). I caught the light rail (early) at Westlake station even though I had to carry my horrendously heavy duffel bag. Everything was going according to plan, until I got to the bag check in line at SeaTac. With only 1/2 an hour to my flight, and about 20,000 people in front of me, I couldn't make it. And no, I never carry on bags, because I simply cannot pack light. That, and there is no way in hell that all of my liquid makeups combined can fit in one ziploc bag.

Really cool mural found at the Westlake Station tunnel, taken before I missed my flight/got stressed & stuff.

Usually when I miss my flight, I take it in stride. "Oh well," I usually think, "now there's more time to people watch and sip tea!" Or, for example, if I miss a flight in San Diego, I can usually just catch a friend to come pick me up to spend an hour or two with to kill time (the wait there is never long. Never.)

But this time I am frustrated. I am only home for 9 days instead of my usual 10, and I'll be spending most of day 1 stuck in the airport, sans-family/friends. That is disappointing to me. I really miss home. I need California. I've been working so much, it's like my summer vacation didn't start until last night at 10, when I got off of work and literally skipped around the streets of Seattle because I was so excited.

Oh well. For now, I pacify myself with a grande soy white mocha, and the prospect of browsing Fireworks for hours.

P.S. I totally agree.

Mucha

Happy Birthday to the artist who single handedly began the art deco movement: Alphonse Mucha.

Night Owl Beauty

Beauty has been on my mind lately. It's been popping up everywhere. My friend Jessica just started a beauty review blog, Shelly has been writing about her personal beauty discoveries, fashion tumblrs have been taking over my life, and I've been watching a lot of YouTube makeup tutorials lately. Not to mention, I've been giving several drugstore makeup products a spin...I'll let you know what I think soon.

I've been noticing that most of my at home beauty treatments are done past midnight. I think this is because, at 8, 9, or 10 pm, I always want to be ready in case a friend wants to spend time with me. And I can't very well hang out with a friend if I have an ugly looking face mask on, can I? So they end up happening last minute.

For instance, right now I have an asprin mask drying on my face, while I'm using my last pair of crest whitestrips (my teeth used to be so white...what happened! Hopefully this plus my new tube of 3D white toothpaste will revive my pearly whites).

Anyway, I love asprin masks. Michelle Phan (my favorite YouTube makeup guru) gives an awesome tutorial about how to make your own asprin mask, using only 3 ingredients. She even breaks down the reasons why the ingredients in asprin masks can clear up your skin (the major reason why I use them).



That's all for today...it's time to rinse off this mask and spit out these whitestrips (yuck), and get some beauty sleep!

My current dilemma:

Goodnight, I think.

Image Via MF.

P.S.

Boys are stupid.

That is all.

Sade knows best.







Girl angst, girl angst, please begone! :)

Finally, y'all.

I finally decided to post some of my recent(ish) artwork on this "art" blog. Feel free to critique, question, and comment.

Pigeons Are Heroes

So sorry about the poor image quality. It's the best I can do with a camera that has been run over by a car in the past.

Anyway, these are 3 out of 5 paintings I did for Studio Painting class during winter quarter 2010. Medium: Acrylic on woodpanel.

The series is called Pigeons are Heroes because...they are. So many people take these beautiful birds for granted, not considering how they are intelligent, sweet creatures. They have gorgeous feathers, often times with glossy green, purple, and magenta patterns. They are related to doves, which are often associated with romance and beauty, but most people associate them with disease and dirt. Most interestingly, in the past, pigeons have saved the lives of soldiers during wartime, delivering important messages through the midst of gunfire, sometimes arriving with shattered legs and wings. I wanted to portray pigeons in semi-romantic wartime situations...one bravely profiled, a couple saying their goodbyes, and a battalion arriving safely home (or, confidently setting out to battle).

More recently, I arranged some leftover gouache swatches into a fun design, just for the heck of it. In Color Theory class, we had to match self-made gouache swatches to a corresponding Color-Aid swatch, and additionally match the Color-Aid swatch to it's value in grayscale. It was exhausting, and I ended up with a lot of swatches that didn't match. I saved them, and this is what came about.

I.L.Y.

I really love the new iPhone ad. It makes me teary and happy.

avis twitterus.

I guess I've got a twitter account now. Follow me: @curiousheaven. I mainly wanted a twitter so I could follow various media outlets and design houses. One of my classmates said that he found most of his design inspiration from websites that he found on twitter, I hope to do the same. Also, I enjoy a fair amount of celebrity gossip (heh heh), so Twitter should help feed that need.

photo credit: Alexis Rawlins

forget me not.

I am a last-resort friend, and it is insulting to realize that. 

Why is it that I am only suitable to spend time with, if and only if others are not around?
If there is nothing else going on?
If I meet your immediate needs as a helpful friend?

Do I have no draw that makes you wish to choose me over others, even just sometimes?

I feel replaceable. I feel like I'm better than that.