Monday, November 1, 2010

Rocket Drive Inn, Jennings, Louisiana

The Red Rocket In Jennings,Louisiana. Located off of Highway 90, me and Johnny (pictured) decided to take a trip to no where down 90 and were surprised that this existed. I love takin those kind of trips, the one where you hop in your car and drive just to go. This day,we decided to go eat there. Its a 30 minute drive from South Lake Charles via the scenic route. We wanted some burgers and shakes. They were sellin welder's caps. I got excited thinkin I could get me one with a big Red Rocket on it, but nope. Just regular ones. This was spring,2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Lately, I have been watchin art journaling videos on Youtube. Basically they entail artists flipping through the book. A lot of em are shit, Teesha Moore rip offs. But the ones that are good are really damn good. I especially enjoy the travel journal vids. So here is a spread I did while in the mood and watchin some vids. I got that journal out the dumpster by a local thrift store. Its a teacher's grade book, unused cept for a few pages some kids used for pretend school.

So. Here are some of my art journals. About every other month I lay on my bed with a few of em and flip through them. I love it. They were a bitch to haul, however, when me and my man moved out here. took about three tubs. I also have a collection of mapbooks that I plan on makin into travel journals.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Pussy of the Year

Money ain't holdin me back. I am. I am scared to travel. As much as I go on and on and on..I am scared. We went to Toledo Bend last weekend. I was scared to take the fuckin truck and drive down the street to Many by myself. WTF. I am scared of a lot of shit. I am scared to try new things. I feel so damn old,too. I need to find out why I feel this way. The root of all my shit. I have conquered some fears. I have flown. I am learning how to weld. Told my mother I didn't want to speak to her again. I want to pitch a tent in the woods for a few days. Eat campfire food. I guess a part of me is still feeling the effects of being told I couldn't do anything. I feel ugly.I don't remember the last time I actually felt like I looked good. I am not depressed. These are real feelings. I quit takin fotographs recently. I want to sell all my shit and travel the world. This is not a plea to run from my problems. I feel like my life is missing this. Adventure. Wonderment. I want to art journal.Make a travel journal and fill it up. Travel inspires me. For real.

Monday, August 2, 2010


Just got home from welding class. I fuckin stank. Johnny is making Crawfish Fettuccine. I love to eat.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Vintage 80s Hallmark Scrapbooks and thoughts on why I journal.

I got these books from various sources in town. I have quite a collection of books waiting to be used. Some are blank, such as these. Some will be altered. I don't really know why I keep journals and shit. I do not plan on having kids. My books will most likely end up in the trash. I get pleasure from holding a super thick,full journal. I draw in mine.I doodle like a kid. I enjoy drawing happy dicks and throw up goats and the like. I take pics of dead rats. All my life, I have been told that I am not an artist. Fuck that shit. I do what I want. One of my favorite past times is visiting the local genealogy library. It serves a place for state history. I love this state. Anyways. The vertical files are the shit. Full of copies of all kinds of old shits. I love taking maps out of the files,foto copying them, and pasting them in my books. I then use these maps and articles for research. Then, I plan my trip. I will upload pics of my travel books once I figure out how to use the damn internet and how to upload more than one pic at a time on my fucking blog.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Scrappin Shits

12x12, originally uploaded by blacvulture.

I did this page in 08 while me and Johnny were at home after Hurricane Ike. Them Poleroids was taken in 06.


My name is Jacqueline. I am 25. I live in Louisiana. I am obsessed with traveling and keeping an art journal. I have been doin em since I was 18. I do some scrapbooking. I do whatever I want. I am tired of seein the same ol shit on the internet. All these Teesha Moore wannabes. Teesha came first.The rest suck ass. I am sick of seeing fonky faces with stupid pointy hats. Why not an ass hat. Why not some buck tooth smiley faces for scrapbook paper? Anyways I am not elite. I am just tired of the marketing of art journaling like its some sacred thing. It has turned into a handful of people doin the same ol shit with all these new people doin the exact same shits. I just moved into the city. I have the internets now. This bloggin thing has been on my mind for quite a while. Also, Ii am sick of Somerset studio shits too. ITS ALL THE SAME. Here's some old raggedy paper next to some pink wee tea cups and an art journal page with swirly shits. Kay. :p