The Comics and Times of Maddy

Or something to that effect

Sketch dump! Here are some guerrilla portraits I did of people on the bus, plus the odd gesture or two.

Is that a website banner?
I think it is
Stay tuned, loyal followers.

Is that a website banner?

I think it is

Stay tuned, loyal followers.

Hello, tumblr! Here is a portrait of my godfather, one of the wisest people I know. Gosh I love watercolor I absolutely do.

Hello, tumblr! Here is a portrait of my godfather, one of the wisest people I know. Gosh I love watercolor I absolutely do.

Haven’t posted anything in a while, so here’s an old character design I did last year, when I was trying to figure out everyone’s heights. If you can’t see the dialogue, I can assure you that it is all terribly clever.

Haven’t posted anything in a while, so here’s an old character design I did last year, when I was trying to figure out everyone’s heights. If you can’t see the dialogue, I can assure you that it is all terribly clever.

This is what I ate the weekend before my thesis draft was due. I think I ended up replenishing my caffeine supply before the end, though. 

This is what I ate the weekend before my thesis draft was due. I think I ended up replenishing my caffeine supply before the end, though. 

Yup.

Yup.

Bit of a story behind this one. The title card reads:
"UNTITLED." Mixed media, human body. 2014. A meditation on the crushing dehumanization of the late-capitalist post-modern zeitgeist.
One evening a few months ago, a friend of mine lay down in the hallway of our dorm, and another friend of mine decided to make her into art by sticking a title card on her back. Then a bunch of us had an enlightening conversations in academese about the significance of the piece through a neo-liberal, pseudo-Freudian lens, juxtaposed it with a dialectical heteronormative hegemony, and came to the conclusion of what are we even doing with our lives. 

Bit of a story behind this one. The title card reads:

"UNTITLED." Mixed media, human body. 2014. A meditation on the crushing dehumanization of the late-capitalist post-modern zeitgeist.

One evening a few months ago, a friend of mine lay down in the hallway of our dorm, and another friend of mine decided to make her into art by sticking a title card on her back. Then a bunch of us had an enlightening conversations in academese about the significance of the piece through a neo-liberal, pseudo-Freudian lens, juxtaposed it with a dialectical heteronormative hegemony, and came to the conclusion of what are we even doing with our lives. 

True facts about the Maddy.

True facts about the Maddy.

Every so often I’ll start to zone out in the library and then I’ll smell something - doesn’t matter if it’s tea or coffee - and then realize that this is what addiction looks like. Lucky for me, my habit is inexpensive, relatively harmless, and socially sanctioned.

Every so often I’ll start to zone out in the library and then I’ll smell something - doesn’t matter if it’s tea or coffee - and then realize that this is what addiction looks like. Lucky for me, my habit is inexpensive, relatively harmless, and socially sanctioned.

Oh, hey there, friends! It’s been a while. Here’s the second one in my Adventures in Academia series, about that thing you can do in the library basement where you push two armchairs together and make yourself a sad little cave for wallowing in. And yes, I know a butterfly comes out of a chrysalis and a moth comes out of a cocoon. Artistic license. Shh. 

Oh, hey there, friends! It’s been a while. Here’s the second one in my Adventures in Academia series, about that thing you can do in the library basement where you push two armchairs together and make yourself a sad little cave for wallowing in. And yes, I know a butterfly comes out of a chrysalis and a moth comes out of a cocoon. Artistic license. Shh.