Hi there, I'm Jane Mattimoe. This is where I go to work out my thoughts.

- I post a lot of my original art work on here, because the alternative would be pulling a Goya, and wallpapering my house with it.

-I'm a painter and a cartoonist who is always up for commissioned work!

-I write about my adventures (which usually involve music, art, and New York City).

-Currently attempting to write a novel (don't ask about it...).

-I like creative punctuation;

-I am physically incapable of getting a tan.

-I moved to Manhattan on two days' notice.

-But now I live in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

mattijanemoe@gmail.com
Going with pencil this week.

Going with pencil this week.

Top Dogs on Insta.

My current favorite dog accounts on instagram (aka further evidence that could be used in court to prove that Jane is bonkers).

@hacth427- I used to like these dogs because their eyes spoke of vast plains of empty space. But suddenly, they started to be photographed on skateboards! With pieces of fruit balanced on their heads! Tummy scritches in video form! They went from vacant golden fluff-balls to camera hams! It’s like the rare occassion when a television show introduces a new person (in this case, personality?), and the show actually gets better.

@chiffonmama- there is this bizarre cult of dogs from Japan with the word mama in their username, the craziest of which is Chiffonmama. A cocker spaniel with a penchant for snoods, Chiffonmama often has the expression of someone who drinks cough syrup for recreational purposes. Sometimes, her owner will create a slide show consisting of 20 nearly identical extreme close-ups of the cocker spaniel’s face, creating a disorienting glitchy flip-book effect. Why? Don’t ask questions— just accept the miracle that has been handed to instagram.

@poodlefukuchan- Poodle Fuku (fuk u?) Chan? This dog can’t be real. Bits of fluff held together by a goofy grin. Liberal usage of emoticons, a poodle fro, sweater vests… the tagline for the account says it all “Follow for poodle fun.”

@QDFKAZ a mysterious puppy instagram— there are dozens of different dogs photographed. I don’t think it’s run by a kennel establishment or anything, because occasionally there will be a lunch picture. The puppies all have a soft limpness to their fur, almost appearing to be photographed with a camera that has had vaseline smeared on the lens (an old hollywood technique). Feels slightly sinister.

marniethedog probably too obvious an account, but look at her! Look at that face! Look!

Honorable Mention: I forget the account name, because I think it was deactivated, but there was this guy in Japan that had a ton of ferrets + toy poodles and he was always laying the ferrets out in rows near the poodles and photographing them, and it was the absolute best. Knowing that those pictures are gone destroys me inside.

Edit: my baby brother is responsible for finding most of these doogle accounts. He is the instadog whisperer!

Friday, August 29, 2014
Nearly dropped my phone off the bridge trying to take a photo in between the chain -links of the fence.

Nearly dropped my phone off the bridge trying to take a photo in between the chain -links of the fence.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I’m sorry you’ve got nowhere to go.

A Biblical plague’s worth of fruit flies appeared mysteriously in my bathroom the other day—my neighbors must not have sacrificed their first born or something. Anyways, I walked into the bathroom, only to find hundreds of flies clinging to my mirror in a speckle-y mass.  I panicked and sprayed them with windex, causing many of them to slide slowly down the mirror in chemical rivulets, the rest of the flies buzzing about angrily while I scooped their friends into the trash.

My mom texted me to create a trap for the rest of the flies by filling a cup with apple cider vinegar and a dash of dish soap. The flies are attracted to the fermented scent, and the soap breaks the surface tension of the vinegar, causing would-be drinkers to sink and drown. Morbid, but effective. My roommate later discovered that the flies were attracted to my other roommate’s popsicle-scented sugar scrub. After properly sealing the scrub’s container, our bathroom has been fly free.

I’ve always really loved this Nada Surf album. Listening to it makes me feel like I’m at a point of epiphany in a teen television drama (this is a good thing). This song especially. Fruit fly starts out with the tired singer’s annoyance, and then commiseration with the flies, their wild confusion brought on just by being alive. “Geometric patterns smearing out of control”— a seemingly straight trajectory through life, that in actuality, feels more like flailing around with the hopes of landing on something sweet.

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I found a part-time job in a restaurant, and I’m so happy I’m crying! Wish me luck! Now life will be better (I hope).

Gif gif gif gif!

Gif gif gif gif!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Stephen Malkmus (Pavement, Silver Jews, and the Jicks). We went to the same college (albeit 20 years apart). Ink wash + gouache.

Stephen Malkmus (Pavement, Silver Jews, and the Jicks). We went to the same college (albeit 20 years apart). Ink wash + gouache.

Hate it when the portrait I’m working on gets possessed by Satan  :(

Hate it when the portrait I’m working on gets possessed by Satan :(

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
In the midst of painting Stephen Malkmus. Usually, I power through seven hours in the evening (I don’t mean to -it just happens!), then another couple hours in the morning with portrait type of deals (a little less time with these black and white ones).

I thought I’d try restraining myself to only 3 1/2 tonight and then see how it goes tomorrow. I feel like sometimes I burn out on a painting, or overwork it. Maybe allowing more time to pass will let me see it more clearly and in a more detached way. It’s so easy to get caught up in a dumb detail and then go too far out of confused  exhaustion…

I’m still terrible at pacing. I read about people who say that they spend a month on a single painting, and I don’t know how they do it. Though the more I paint, the longer it takes each time. I guess at first it’s like Hey! I’m painting! This looks like a painting! Done! But eventually you start to say, well maybe this could look like a better painting… 

(I’m looking at it right now and thinking, his eyes needs adjusting, his chin needs softening…  but I’m not gonna mess with it! This is painful.)

In the midst of painting Stephen Malkmus. Usually, I power through seven hours in the evening (I don’t mean to -it just happens!), then another couple hours in the morning with portrait type of deals (a little less time with these black and white ones).

I thought I’d try restraining myself to only 3 1/2 tonight and then see how it goes tomorrow. I feel like sometimes I burn out on a painting, or overwork it. Maybe allowing more time to pass will let me see it more clearly and in a more detached way. It’s so easy to get caught up in a dumb detail and then go too far out of confused exhaustion…

I’m still terrible at pacing. I read about people who say that they spend a month on a single painting, and I don’t know how they do it. Though the more I paint, the longer it takes each time. I guess at first it’s like Hey! I’m painting! This looks like a painting! Done! But eventually you start to say, well maybe this could look like a better painting…

(I’m looking at it right now and thinking, his eyes needs adjusting, his chin needs softening… but I’m not gonna mess with it! This is painful.)

johndarnielle:

ronaldcmerchant:

the OILY MANIAC (1975)

in retrospect, it’s clear that horror film titles had nowhere to go but down after THE OILY MANIAC

I need to see this.

johndarnielle:

ronaldcmerchant:

the OILY MANIAC (1975)

in retrospect, it’s clear that horror film titles had nowhere to go but down after THE OILY MANIAC

I need to see this.

Monday, August 25, 2014

AHh how did I forget how good Starfucker was?!! Is? Saw this on the fb today.

This album provided the soundtrack for my last year of college— I think I heard them at a house party while visiting my twin brother in dirty Richmond, Va. Funny, because though it wasn’t terribly long ago, it feels like that life belonged to another person. I guess I at least have this album in common with that Jane, whoever she was.

Thought he turned out kinda nice. Instead of drawing it out in pencil first, I’m just doing a light wash underpainting with the hopes of keeping the final lines alive!

Thought he turned out kinda nice. Instead of drawing it out in pencil first, I’m just doing a light wash underpainting with the hopes of keeping the final lines alive!

mods are asleep post fat beagle

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