Hi there, I'm Jane Mattimoe.

- 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 collaborate on comics with my friend Julian Rowe(I write the jokes and he draws them)! Check for our blog of cartoons rejected by The New Yorker in the links section!

-I'm a watercolor artist who focuses on landscapes and portraiture.

-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
A young Bruce Springsteen. Impossible to photograph without glare because of the varnish. He is more in shadows in person. Maybe listen to the album The Ghost of Tom Joad today. Watercolors +gouache +crystal varnish.

A young Bruce Springsteen. Impossible to photograph without glare because of the varnish. He is more in shadows in person. Maybe listen to the album The Ghost of Tom Joad today. Watercolors +gouache +crystal varnish.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014
I’m in the early stages of a portrait. Think it looks kinda pretty how it is right now

I’m in the early stages of a portrait. Think it looks kinda pretty how it is right now

Are we all psyched for the JMW Turner biopic?! 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014
"This bikini wax doesn’t make me feel sexy at all."

"This bikini wax doesn’t make me feel sexy at all."

Monday, July 21, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014

-I went to a museum today and almost fainted. It was a slow growing pain in my abdomen that suddenly shot through my chest and into my head. I saw white static and then everything almost went dark, when I had a moment of clarity. I want to pursue an MFA in portraiture.

-I got a giant sampler of really high-end paints, and they’re so pretty it hurts my feelings. I did the math, and realized that to buy all of the tubes of watercolors represented, it would cost more than a month of rent. I completely understand how Van Gogh was reduced to eating paint.

-I tried to trim my hair, but it kept being uneven, so now I have a chin-length bob. I like it.

-I was on some list I think, and Columbia Medical Center called and said that I might be eligible for a paid medical study (cat scan type of deal, $$$), but that I’d have to have a physical first. Everything went fine with the exam— until I left. I was exiting the hospital when the nurse called me frantically and said that a vial of the blood that she drew from my arm had exploded in the centrifuge. It was a plastic vial, so it is unclear how it happened. She kept assuring me that it “wasn’t [my] fault.” She had to draw more blood, but the second time, nothing came out (this happens to me a lot). I told her to try my other arm, but instead she stabbed way too high on my arm and twisted. Blood came out. I have a really terrible “who did this to you?” bruise. It was so painful, I couldn’t sleep the first night. This was my first and final medical study.

-I have decided that the rest of July is going to be very good.

If you’d like to learn how to forge my painting, here ya go.

If you’d like to learn how to forge my painting, here ya go.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Log In - The New York Times

I know that the author needed a strong hook for his article, but there is no way in hell that social media would have prevented Ernest Hemingway from writing on that rainy afternoon. The urge to create, the compulsion to work for hours upon hours without realizing it, the resulting adrenaline rush/high that can last for hours after you finish… having a twitter account isn’t going to affect that. Plus, the rest of the article goes on to say that procrastination has been around forever, so wouldn’t that mean Hemingway could have found some means to waste time despite not having a smartphone?

I have no idea why I care at all about this article.

 
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