Fall Beasts | An Evolutionary Tale

Mind maps exposed. 

Next weekend will be filled with sleep! 

Now to trudge on through the week... 

Your weekend warrior, 

MK

The Wise Ones

I'm a-drownin' in projects. Sometimes, you just gotta take a break and sketch.

 Pipe smoking has always invoked a delicious, warm masculine feeling. So many wise and wonderful men have mastered the art of pipe smoking -- Einstein, Steinbeck, Twain, Sherlock Holmes, Gandalf. I can't help but think a bit better of an older gentleman with a pipe in his hand and his eyes in the clouds. 

I had this great uncle, he was a monk in this giant old monastery and we'd go visit him every year on my birthday. He was sort of wild for a man of the church -- sneaking out, smoking his pipe, hand drawing and programming elaborate computer games (before computers were popular), and spending long nights in his print shop... he was a groovy guy. He also had a penchant for making elaborate boats out of milk cartons which is probably the epitome of awesome in my book. It may have just been his pipe or wild gray hair, but he embodied the free spirited wise man that I idolize so much. He was my real-life Steinbeck. 

Good night, darling reader. 

If I was myself a piper, I'd think of you as I inhaled the dreams of the world. 

His and hers, yours and ours, 

MK

Illustrious Ideas

A requested illustration - draft #1 

Sketch & Fetch

© 2013 MK

Daily Doodles with Poodles! 

A 5-minute sketch a day -- DO IT! 

October Miracles

© 2013 Marie King 

Halfway through illustrating the other children's book and it's snowing!
October miracles all around!

Check out this beautiful video:
Autumn in Yosemite National Park from Henry Jun Wah Lee / Evosia on Vimeo.

Willie the One-Eyed Owl from Wistoria

The Golden Eternity

#2

To Maine we go! 

I watched a few episodes of Stephen King's 'The Colorado Kid' spin-off, Haven... so I'm pretty sure I'm ready to deal with anything supernatural and mysterious that I may encounter in my soon-to-be favorite eastern state. 

Also, I'm a Slytherin. Pottermore-official. I have to share with the world... sharing is the first step towards acceptance (or not). I think the fact that I chose to check out the silver tree with golden apples instead of the cute toadstools talking or wise wizard statues may have played a part in the Sorting Hat's decision... that and my preference towards Greatness instead of Goodness (my thought process was that good is implied as a shade of great... you know okay, good, great... guess it was more of a good vs bad question though and I failed). 

Media highlights of the week: Poo-pouri ad, Parks & Rec jam, Drive audiobook, Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, old interviews of David Foster Wallace, silence 

This Must Be The Place...

I'm an Uptown Girl, Pretty in Pink and Head Over Heels in this Bizarre Love Triangle Under the Milky Way. This Charming Man, with the Eye Of The Tiger, is Just Like Heaven, Bringing Love My Way...Oh Yeah, I'm Walking On Sunshine. Once in a Life Time this Strange Kind of Love hits you like a Poison Arrow, a Total Eclipse of the Heart 

and you become a Maniac. 

It would take 1,200,000 mosquitos to drain you. There are more iterations of chess than there are atoms in the knowable universe. The Spanish anthem has no words and the state sport of Maryland is Jousting.

Dead people get goosebumps. 

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.” 

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

It's always a good time for time lapse videos on vimeo, Damnyouatuocorrect, Parks and Rec (i.e., Ron 'loveofmylife' Swanson), baby pandas, and Kerouac. 

 "...

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,

and you will remember the lesson you forgot,

which was taught in immense milky ways

of cloudy innumerable worlds

long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing.

I call it the golden eternity.

It is perfect.

We were never really born,

we will never really die.

..."

--Jack Kerouac

The Concrete Jungle

I've traded my forest for a concrete jungle. Home never looked so shiny.

A whirlwind affair with the urban sophisticate that is Manhattan before settling down to the rugged mountain wilds seems both appropriate and necessary. And boy does New York know how to make you feel alive.

Your island damsel,
MK

Everything Believed In

“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.” 

― Olivia Howard Dunbar

Never Surrender

#1

east by land
-->

west by sky
<--

the winds are a-coming and i am a-going
<==>

On the other side...

Aspirations

More like a perspiring creative -- a zingo! Just a-kiddin'... kind of. 

I've got to get this life in order. I'm about to go somewhere soon... I have no specifics, but I'm not much of a planner, just a spontaneous feeler (i.e., I'm awful at making choices and commitment). I'm hiking west or biking east, I'm sailing across the Atlantic or flying north to Canada... I'm going somewhere. I can feel the wind in my bones and the shakes in my feet. It is time. 

Aspiring to be yours, 

MK

In peace we rest...

In loving memory of my lost someone. 

He was good and he was kind and he was wild. 

Rest in peace. 

Forever, 

Marie

Snaps

© MK / Google Doodle

Snaps for...

Google chat doodles w/friends, lady flannel, Game of Thrones, growlers of hopped-up craft beer, dinner by candlelight, kayaking, early morning dog walks, the Blackhawks, Fathers, ugly flowers, hummus, protein powder, superheroes, the first three seasons of Arrested Development, Canadians, tattoos, biking turn signals, JLaw, bare feet, Barefoot wine, Mashable, your mom. 

+++

MK

In the Inbetween

This is why I love the internet....

And this is why I love getting away from it...

Chinese fire lanterns chasing the setting sun into the horizon. 

I ran, swam, kayaked, climbed sand dunes, mudded walls, hammered nails and scraped paint this weekend. I listened to war stories over beach fires, fell asleep to Billie Holiday, and read the poetry of Robert W. Service ("the Bard of the Yukon"). It's wonderful to escape, to work with your hands, to see the stars with your own eyes. 

To live in the inbetween.  

'Night you lovely people, 

MK