new year's eve

I found this on the street tonight. I waited around for a bit but I got NO BUSINESS. I hope this isn't an omen for 2010.
Happy New Year!!

poetry reading

Chelsey hosted a pay-for-poetry night so I pulled out an old one. Thank you ten bucks!

Alejandra's Shoes

Gel markers worked well on a window though. Alejandra and I plan to fill every panel of this old broken window. So far we've drawn her shoes and her heart.

how to be a good cow ally

For my sister I drew a comic on glass. I think next time I'd use a smaller gauge black pen and paint instead of gel markers.

Year of the Rooster

And then this one for my dad.

Lim Christmas

It's our first family reunion since 2003. I drew my mother a tshirt.

New Shoes

Heh.

New Shoes

I've been going on and on about my new shoes. I love them so much because they're so macho. And I found them on the street. On the street!

Apparel

I followed a friend shopping today. The manicured marketing campaigns had an amazing power for making me feel contradictory emotions. Delighted! Depressed! Delighted! Depressed!

This lady was in front of me on a crowded subway and from what I could see waist-up she looked conservative. When I finally sat down I was surprised to look down and see the her boots. Then I realized that a lot of us were staring at them.

The Bike Song (verse 2)

(verse 2)
I'm too shy for a phonecall so I'm writing on your facebook wall
My friends told me to play it cool but I said I know what to do.
First I had a bottle of wine and then I even made it rhyme
I said "This might be corny but you make me horny"
The next day I realized that drunk facebooking might not be too wise.

The Bike Song (verse 1)

(more of verse 1)
Do you know what I mean you're like
basically my friend already
why don't we just go out for coffee?
I think that we could get along
I think that you should understand
After all it's like you're already
My friend

The Bike Song (verse 1)

VERSE 1
I'll talk to you and I'll say I know Megha, and I'll say they know Nisha, and I'll say
you know Nisha but you don't know Megha.
But I guess you could say we're in the same clique
We're in the same clique if you know what I mean.

The Bike Song lyrics by Elisha Lim and the excellent Meghan Greene

The Bike Song

It was a beautiful day in a beautiful park but it made me think of you, and the terrible night you spent in this park. It was such a wonderful afternoon and I didn't think my sadness would show up in the photo but look, it did.

fresh to def

today I discovered at work that the bad hard eraser on the end of my pencil works as a great blending stump, just like the charcoal website recommended, so I took it for a ride on the subway.

my second charcoal

These are my fine 10 pound London shoes.

my first charcoal

The secret is, I only drew it because I thought it was a portfolio requirement for my graphic design school. But it isn't really, I just read the instructions wrong, and now I'm all stained and scuffed with coal for no reason. Heh.

The last thing

- our last goodbye
- my last gesture
- she mailed it back in her last letter
- I didn't find it until I cleared out my dresser, just when I needed it, my last five dollars.

co-dependent

for Diva Magazine 2007

The story of Gertrude Bell is very intense. And I thought I was busy.

Status Update Poetry

Status Update Poetry

Shane

Hahahaha, I know, nothing could be cheesier. I had the pleasure of drawing Miss Shane for the October issue of the Australian magazine 'Bound.' The real thrill was finally getting her in a colour coordinated outfit...

Facts and Arguments

I was pretty thrilled to illustrate for our national newspaper. It was published in black and white which was too bad, but there was a sliver of orange big ben on the front page, which was very exciting.

Ladyfest Ottawa

This is a draft I did in September

Roza's Eagle

I asked each kid what animal they would like me to draw. Roza said, an eagle. It's the only one I've finished so far, but when I stop procrastinating I'll work on the others. Yalim wants a lion. Soeway wants an alligator. Maeya wants a snake.

Roza

The kids next door blow me away. Roza wants to be a doctor so that he can look after his mother. His little brother wants to be an artist. Roza looks like he'd like to be that carefree. He says the kids tease him at school - "they call me Rosa Parks," he grimaces. "Ah," I try to say, "you know, she was a hero." Do I love him? Yes I do.

new crush