In The Studio

I often get asked if I have any advice to give, to fledgling artists or people who want to start a greeting card line. By no means have I "made it" or purport to be some all-wise knowledge haver, but I do always dispense this little tidbit - Don't wait for things to be perfect. For one, "perfect" exists in an amorphous blob of the undefinable, and is subjective to each individual. Mostly though, if I had waited for things to be perfect, I would never have gotten to where I am today. I was a control freaky overlord, miniscule-managing...

I disappeared from social media for the holidays, and now that everything's over the last thing I feel like doing is a sentimental recap of the year. My year was a small to medium sized dumpster fire and I am over it. So I thought I'd write a bit about my arm doodles, because I enjoy drawing them and it's pleasingly irrelevant. I use a MUJI pen! I like these :   The 0.7 is a bit way too thick for the aesthetic I like on my arm, so I usually interchange between the 0.5 and the super fine .25...

Doodle cluuuubbbb!!! This post very late to the party as doodle club is almost wrapping up, but this way I get to post some great entries. As usual, doodle club has a bunch of rules that pretty much mean "no rules" in many different ways -

DOODLE CLUB is happening again!   The first studio vcky DOODLE CLUB was September of 2017. I usually spend September in a pit of anxiety, prepping (hoping!) for a holiday rush and running around in a panic-induced overwhelm. I wanted to challenge myself to draw something every day in September, to draw without the pressure of print-ready perfection or any specific purpose. Doing it publicly held me accountable to the schedule I set, and following the IG hashtag  #studiovckydoodleclub became my favourite part of a morning routine. It was endlessly fascinating. Artists were using different mediums (Tanja from Berlin doodled with a sewing machine on...

This has nothing to do with art. I came to Canada at 4 years old. I was shy, I was bratty, I was inordinately sensitive. My mother packed my lunch on one of my first full days of school. I was paralyzed in the classroom, unsure of myself and the school norms that seemed to come easy to everyone else. I remember opening my lunch box and it was standard asian fare - rice, steamed carrots, shiitake mushrooms in thin slices, soy sauce. My mom placed them to form a smiley face. I hadn't begun eating when a classmate said my...