“Picture Perfect” – Little Simz

What music video am I most enthused about ?

“Picture Perfect” by Little Simz !!!

The artist that truly pulled me through a rough road of years has to be Little Simz.

This is an artist that feeds your music and artistic salivary glands’ appetites.

She is an artist that has a multifaceted portfolio where you can sink your teeth in wherever your mood seems fit.

Simbi’s words cut deep and sharp, she clearly has been practicing her craft. If you enjoy, dive deeper into her world. Start with the album “Stillness in Wonderland” and go from there. “Picture Perfect” is fourth on the album, a lit anthem for anyone’s enjoyment. Open your mind and let her get in – she knows what the fuck she’s talking about.


Welcome to Wonderland, Simbi
Trust in your intuition

What a wizard I am, bitch, I’m the man
Don’t be scared, give me your hand, take you to Wonderland
Man, this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans, let’s go
(Come here)

[Verse 1]
Wolves howl and any hour cross ’em
And they’ll devour you in a second
Better mind how you walk through
Making it out alive is something to hope to
On my life, there’s wonder and terror and beauty and danger
Independent here on my own, still doing it major
Here you cannot be on the phone, so do me a favour
W-w-wait, slow down, rabbit holes where it goes down
Do not interrupt the flow now, look at me
Eyes peeled, know you’re gonna be healed
I’ve been down in nitty-gritty and stayed in the hills
I’ve been all over the world now, but never to chill
Been exposed to finer things and Italian meals
What a change

Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it? (Ain’t it?)
Been partying for days on the same shit (Same shit)
Never mind who I came with
Man, I never ever want to leave, let me stay lit, let me stay

[Break: Cheshire]
I know you’re quite the dreamer
Be careful, this could end up being your reality

What a wizard I am, bitch, I’m the man
Don’t be scared give me your hand, take you to Wonderland
Man, this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans
Let’s go

Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been partying for days on the same shit
Never mind, never mind who I came with

[Verse 2]
Picture perfect, ain’t picture perfect
Colours of the images are inverted
 all for a purpose
I say this shit loud and clear for you all, I know you heard it
I know you learning ways of this place
And you show your concerns
And I understand how you feel, but fuck how you feel
You can only eat if you hunt and are you willing to kill?
Mercy is never shown and damn it, it’s all I’ve known
Remember to pay your debts, this shit is some Game of Thrones
All I wanna know is right now is you with me?
Come fuck with me here, there’s no life for you in the city
I can show you magic, I swear this shit is so trippy
Only you can have it, let’s make a deal quick, on some real shit
All it takes is for you to hear and to feel this

What a wizard I am, bitch, I’m the man
Don’t be scared give me your hand, take you to Wonderland
Man, this really ain’t in the plan, but fuck all your plans
Let’s go

Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been partying for days on the same shit
Never mind, never mind who I came with (Eat, hunt, kill)
Wonderland is amazing, ain’t it?
Never ever want to leave, let me stay lit
I’ve been partying for days on the same shit
Never mind, never mind who I came with




Slightly Hyperbolized 4 Life


It’s been rough!

Ever still; Slightly Hyperbolized 4 Life.

Ever changing and always the same, it isn’t linear.

Change has taken over the bulk of the last two years.

Now I write with my laptop on my right thigh and my baby cat, Birdy snuggled on my left thigh. She is not too keen about the laptop or my typing and not loving on her. I am loving on her from afar. Rachel says I am exceptional at throwing/giving my energy and I am hoping Birdy feels this strong enough to keep her from attacking the keyboard. Before typing, she was sleeping and now, eyes giant wide, she is inspecting this fairly new activity. (No, she is not the reason for the silence on the page)

I am going to make a space here to post music videos that I love and make me feel inspired, passionate, lit… all the things you want to feel when you feel otherwise.

Forward march !


Chasing the Dream

I am now a year into pursuing my dream of being a writer & illustrator.

My perspective on this has changed drastically to date.

First: I realize I have to CHASE this dream.

This dream is not going to unfold by itself. I have to put a daily effort in that is difficult and simmering and stewing and creating and constantly evolving in order to make it happen. This is especially important when balancing work/life that includes a 45 hour work week.

Second: I have to put myself in opportunities that will push along this dream.

I can’t make this dream happen by staying at home. I have to get involved and locate tools and offerings that will excel my endeavors.

Third: I may not have the support I want or deserve.

This is a luxury. Doing without this luxury, however, is not and excuse but a necessity. I have to be able to pick myself up every time I feel defeated (which happens more than once or twice a day) and focus my energy on my dream. When others laugh or scoff at my dream, I will treat it as a precious silk chrysalis and not allow others to tear it up in front of me.

How am I implementing these things?

First: Putting in daily effort.

I can’t pretend that if I put in more than a little bit of effort towards my dream, it will still happen. It quite possibly could not happen and that would be because I did not want it enough for myself. And I want it bad. (You have to want it bad to make it happen.)

Second: I am involved.

I am taking a drawing class (taught by the amazing Sam Haring [http://samharing.com/home.html]) which I learn something from each week and I know it will further my knowledge and skill. Side note: It’s my first drawing class EVER!!

And here’s the big announcement: I am (somehow) going to the Story Design Conference. !!!!!! This is YUGE!!! I’ve registered and now have to raise the funds to get there. It is in Rome, Italy! And it is taught by four AMAZING mentors: Chris Oatley, Claire Keane, Brian McDonald, Jenn Ely. (much more on this later)

I am also about to enroll in an online course with the Oately Academy. This should also further my skill and inspiration in the art of storytelling. (more on that later as well!)

Third: I do not listen to negative critique of my dream.

There are many people in my life (much more than I think there should be) that look down on my dream. They laugh at me openly when I offer up even the smallest bits of my dreamscape. These people are not just acquaintances where I am not affected by their words; but people who are “close” to me (or supposed to be). This hurts. But the want to make my dream happen is much stronger a pull than my wanting to be their friend.

Large changes in the mindset. This is freeing. This is right where I belong.

Flustered and Frustrated

It’s been eight months since I’ve begun taking myself seriously as an artist.

The thought of it makes me want to vomit.

I do feel I’ve learned quite a bit so far:

  • Constantly creating and making art is imperative.
  • Do not spend a thought wondering if anyone will like your work because it will keep you from making true work and thus no one will consume it.
  • Trial and error, however frustratingly, must occur.
  • Do not compare your art to other art.

The last bit is one I am currently struggling with. I have to use other art for inspiration and reference but when the crispness of someone else’s design and atheistic far surpasses the muddled (but heart driven) work of my own,  I am flustered and frustrated.

Making art feels the way an owl must when it hurls up its pellet of undigestibles with the added task of sorting, creating, and giving life to the fur and bones.

Ah! But it seems I have found my first tweet. Follow me: claire_marque (also on Instagram)

“Just remember they were all children.”

“Just imagine everyone in their underwear.”

I’m sure I’m pointing out the obvious, but when I think about seeing a crowd of people in their underwear, it doesn’t necessarily make me feel at ease. Awkward maybe, and God knows I don’t need more awkward.

This made me wonder what helps me to think about when I’m panicky around others.

I had never really thought about this growing up because I was confident in who I was at a very young age. I’m great at public speaking and can command a crowd, if prompted. But what really gets me panicky is the fact that I am now a full blown adult in the adult world.

Here is where I must insert: [This blog is named Slightly Hyperbolized for a reason, and any over reactive statements are pointed out as such, in good humor. So humor me.]

I just find it strange to walk past a person and not know anything about them. It makes me uneasy on some fundamental level. (I’m still trying to navigate how I fit in this world.)

So what’s the one surefire thing I do know about every person I see? They too, were once a child.

When I see others now, I think of them as a child and suddenly, I am able to see them as that person, because truly, isn’t that what we all are at the core?

It seems there is a stigma that you mature beyond your inner child, nearly infinitely. I think of stories where children can see magic but adults can’t. (The Santa Clause, My Neighbor Totoro come to mind right now hehe)

Isn’t there a way I can be the child and the adult together?

“You’re Looking at the Dishwasher”

I live in an apartment that was built in 1886.

And still, it does not have a dishwasher.

When my then boyfriend and I were looking at the place before signing a lease, I was quick to decide that not having a dishwasher was nothing to be worried about. Of course, 3 years into living here and I’ve finally just gotten into the rhythm of cleaning the dishes regularly.

At first, dishes would pile up daily, creating nasty films on all of our plates and bowls. Then I’d spend over an hour cleaning, erratically, ready to be done the instant I started.

I realized that we had way too many dishes: we were able to go over a week without cleaning dishes because there were plenty to use. It made washing them impossible when it came time. So, needless to say, I got rid of over half of them: the old bowls I got from a garage sale, the first set of utensils I got from Ikea, the stupid coffee mugs I didn’t even like.

At that time, I got rid of many things. It took me about six months to purge the waste I had been holding onto for years. I realized I had moved over 15 times in my life, and had been carrying all of these pieces with me all along! I felt absolutely ridden with things.

I wouldn’t say that what I have now is horrifically minimal, because I definitely have superfluous items that I could truly do to get rid of, still. But I do feel that I have exactly what I need, exactly where I need it. Something I haven’t felt for years and years.

Now, I do the dishes nearly daily if I can. It takes me less than twenty minutes or so, and I know exactly what dishes we have and which are still in the cupboard. As I pick up each bowl and cup and fork, I think about what we ate in it, with it. I think about the conversation behind those meals. I think about how good it feels to simply wash my dishes.

In a way, I am washing away the life they were given, to let them be fresh and ready for a new one. And in that way, I am able to let go of the burdens of life that even a tiny piece of silver may hold.

Then I think that not having a dishwasher may be the best thing- it saves water and gives me peace, and maybe when I buy a house, I won’t even want one. And then I chuckle at that thought.

And so the story goes:

“You don’t have a dishwasher?”

“You’re looking at the dishwasher!”

Thanks, Kate!

After my post about “I hate writing, I love having written” and Kate DiCamillo’s interview about the subject I decided to write her a letter, with a sweet addition of a robin illustration just for kicks.

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In essence, I wrote about my fears in pursuing my art, along with my love for her books of course.

I was hoping this would hit home for her and she may have some advice for me. Hence I was blushy and bushy tailed when I saw a postcard in the mail with her photo on it:


Although she didn’t have much room to write on the post card, she did give me a wonderful piece of advice. She told me to check out the book “Art & Fear” by Bayles and Orland.

I happened to have a huge load of books to sell at Half Price Books that day and as I was waiting for them to be sorted, I found “Art & Fear” without much trouble. I bought it (out of the $26 I got from my books!) and am already very grateful for it. I really can’t put into words what this book means to me. It pin points my exact feelings and then helps eliminate ill natured thoughts and focuses the reader, the presumed artist, to create their work.

I am only a little ways into the book, but the quotes and gems of information within it are phenomenal. It starts by understanding the issue, and states the controls of the scenario.

This sentence rings loudly in my ears, knowing I must fully digest and respect this truth and put it under my belt in order to get on with my artistry: “Vision, Uncertainty, and Knowledge of Materials are inevitabilities that all artists must acknowledge and learn from: vision is always ahead of execution, knowledge of materials is your contact with reality, and uncertainty is a virtue.”

Really rouses you to get up and make some art, huh?

Thank you, Kate!

Don’t You Let Them

I was washing dishes today. We don’t have a dishwasher and so doing the dishes generally takes an hour. I set up a few paper towels for the bigger items to dry on, allowing the rest to gather around the sides of my sink and in my drying rack. My husband just got a Beats Pill and my routine is to find a playlist on Spotify and blast whatever indie pop comes out.

This is after going to the bathroom and thoroughly checking Facebook; rapidly reading the words of hundreds of “friends”, filling my head with disorder. I suppose I feel isolated from people and social media makes me feel like I understand what is happening around me. And hence therefore, I am hell-bent frustrated.

I recently went through my record collection and took out about half to sell to Half Price Books. I then split my records into those I have heard multiple times and those I would like to revisit. My mind searched for something I could play that would be less mind numbing while doing dishes: Carole King: Tapestry. What is more soothing than a warm drink of Carole King’s goddess-like music and lyrics?

I only thought of her words and her soft but gritty tone as I scrubbed. Her voice cleared out the buzzing in my head. I felt relief. I felt like Carole King and I were very similar, too. It was comforting to hear the storytelling of someone with like-mindedness to me, and how she reasoned with the world.


“You’ve Got A Friend” came on and I heard myself singing the words to my friends, “…and I’ll be there,” something I always reassured the people around me of. It is time I took care of myself, I thought. And then I heard Carole sing to me, something I’m sure she was singing to herself, “People can be so cold. They’ll hurt you and desert you. They’ll take your soul if you let them, oh yeah, but don’t you let them.”


My heart burst.


I let them.

The Game of Life

My thoughts have been swimming in a stream of 20 something concerns, which include:
How am I going to make money doing something I love?
What is the best work environment for myself?
How do I meet future goals: house, car, etc.

I could go on but if you’ve ever been a 20 something, it seems that most of us agree that this is one of the most difficult time periods for a rapidly adapting self.

While soul searching, trying to find all of the answers, I started to think about my tendencies as a kid. This seemed familiar and strong, without question of who I was. I then thought about the board games I loved to play…the ones that made you choose careers, academics, even boyfriends (The Barbie Game). Reflecting on my choices during these games was interesting. I had a routine set of selections for The Barbie Game just like I did for the Game of LIFE. Remembering the cards I picked makes me laugh. And it is very telling:
My career card: Artist
My house card: Log Cabin

So why do I expect so much out of myself, when I know in my heart I just wanna be an artist in a log cabin, damnit?!

When will your expectations be good enough for yourself? Do you put too much pressure on your career choices? Life choices? When will you let life work on you- the way it did in your board games, when you knew who you were in every sense?

There is something key about taking your adult concerns and relating them to your adolescence. Maybe it will unlock a truth that you are too overwhelmed to see.

What were your LIFE cards?

P.S. I chose the Enchanted Evening gown and Tom every time if I could!