Mystery magazines † platforms

(close-up sample of vamp girl painting that I finished last month) 

 

When I'm sick, and I mean the kind of sick when every cold symptom stamped out on that bottle of NyQuil feels like a personal vendetta for the flu shot I meant to get, the last thing on my to-do list is having my picture taken. On the other hand, randomly cell-photographing everything in sight, practicing funky nail art 101, trapping myself in the art studio amongst little piles of crumpled tissues resembling abstract clouds, reading Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, using Tumblr until my fingers bleed, online shopping, and reacquainting myself with Balenciaga was just what the doctor ordered.