I don't know how to explain myself or what I do to a bunch of strangers. I was never one for conventional explanations or impressively built up biographies that no one can
relate to. What I do know is the little things that make us what we are, like listening to gangster rap at 3am on a Saturday while crunching to meet a deadline, writing
random blurbs in the margins of 24-hr diner place mats, late night caffeine runs, impromptu t-shirt making sessions, home-made sushi night, last minute road trips, or
kicking around the pier at night getting black-lunged over the opposite sex.
Personality wise, I'm pretty much opposite of my work. I use it as an outlet. Things balance out. I'm not a mental case or anything.
.. Okay, well, I'm not a dangerous mental case.
- g
(feel free to send in inquiries via the 'contact' form. i'll try to answer them the best I can even though I'm totally boring.)
time progressed and our little h.g. eventually grew into a full blown wei-er.. sincere young lady with both magnum-mouth and tender heart. she produces images with anything she can get her hands on, but most frequently works with ink and watercolor. her subject matter is often dark and dwells heavily on themes of general female angst (seriously, why won't you call me?!) the downside to the digital age (click,) and other creepy fun things (!!!)
h.g. also dabbles in writing, t-shirt printing, and doll making.
furthermore, she believes that art should speak for itself. so, stop reading this. go look at the galleries.
© 2007 h. green
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