an instagrammed sneak peek of a new illustration i’ve been working on. THERE WILL BE BOOB!!! follow my facebook page for more updates.
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is the angry hedonist: former designer who gave it all up to become a poor and starving but happy artist instead. She illustrates awkward women in uneasy dilemmas with that loving touch of macabre. She enjoys telling the world her life’s little stories in her illustrations...
an instagrammed sneak peek of a new illustration i’ve been working on. THERE WILL BE BOOB!!! follow my facebook page for more updates.
read morehappy lunar new year everaybahdeh! ive been mad busy so here’s a piece i did in 2010 that has a rabbit in it. heh. it was recently sold to The Scarlet Hotel, so if you’ll be…
read moreAnd here is the second installation of ZIRCA‘s club flyers for december 2010! (see the first installation here) the tagline this time was “The World is a Stage with You” and a buddy steered me in…
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Seedling ©nataliette, 2010. digital painting.
a sadistic mother is the worst of all children’s nightmares: my parents, who were fruitsellers, would supply me with all the watermelons i loved to eat. when i was a little girl of perhaps five or six, my mother sat beside me while i was chomping down on an especially juicy slice. she asked me if i had eaten any seeds. i warily replied yes. “oh, dear. you will grow a watermelon tree inside you!” she exclaimed. thus, over the course of the next few years i would occasionally check my nostrils and ears for any signs of peeking branches. one day when i was an older child, i went up to my mother and accused her: “you lied! there isnt any tree growing inside me at all. see, im fine!” my mother simply replied, “dont be silly. trees take many years to grow.” and then i spent the next few years living in paranoia again.
of course, when i retold this story to my mates in college, they laughed. then someone said that watermelons do not grow on trees at all. and i only realized this when i was 18…
this picture tells that story of my tortured childhood, being the daughter of my mother (whom i love very much of course, but she is a wicked creature!). the little leaves on the bottom are actually leaves of the watermelon plant.