I just found out my bike got stolen!! Wahhhhhhhhhh I wanna cry. In case you're wondering it was a beautiful bike. It was a metalic baby blue Redline BMX frame, it had titanium foot pedals because I broke the plastic ones it came with. It had a transplants and Vans sticker. Ooooh my heart hurts. It's name was Dirty numbeer 2. Dirty also had 20 in tires. Sniffle, sniffle, rest in peace Dirty, rest in peace Dirty. Where ever you are.
Dirty was originally purchased in Chino, CA. Dirty loved sunny California. It traveled the streets of East Los Angeles, Chino, and Santa Monica beaches. It rode the ramps of Hollywood Extreme sports park, where it threw me off the half pipe many a times. It was a bonding form for my sister and I. Together we used to ride the lazy hot summer afternoons and those were the best of times. Dirty wasn't just a bike to me, it was my friend. It was a symbol and memory of my youth. The memories will never be replaced. I miss you Dirty.
This is closest picture I could find of what Dirty sort of looked like.
So...when Peter Pan said that he would never grow up, I thought that it sounded like a good idea. Twenty something years later, I still say it sounds like a good idea. Thus this is how the crazy fun loving world that I placed my art and myself in has transformed into what it is now. I'm a free spirit. If I were a crayon I'd be the whole box that melted into one huge one when you leave it in the car. I love buttons...dont ask me why I just do. I have several passions in life that you could all blend into one. -Music -Art of ALL kinds: Illustration, Animation, Painting, Drawing, Crafting, Doodling, Culinary -Really damn good film making I live, breath, eat, sleep, fart, burp for all these things. I don't know what I'm going to be doing tomorrow so honestly I don't know what my future holds for me. But if Pixar could be a part of it, I'd be the happiest woman alive. I LOVE Los Angeles. That city is somehow in my blood. I feel so alive when I'm there; it's unexplicable. I live by simplicity. It's always the simple things that matter...