Del Olivo

Hello all:

2011-12-08T13:32:00.001-08:00

I have a new tumblr, which will most likely become my method of posting new work etc. To see new stuff, please bookmark this page instead! http://oliveillustration.tumblr.com/

I'll be different, I think I'll be different. I hope I'm not different, and I hope you still listen.

2011-12-04T00:03:00.000-08:00

Honestly

2011-10-30T22:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not like them, but I can pretend.

2011-10-04T00:03:00.000-07:00

Just a bird.

2011-10-02T01:20:00.000-07:00

I hope you still listen but until then, baby I got you.

2011-10-02T01:04:00.000-07:00

Trying to work on work, when I'm not working.

We never are what we intend, or invent.

2011-09-03T00:26:00.000-07:00

I suppose I would say that I am greatly changed.
Let's start off with the fact that I write this for me, but obviously also for everyone that will never take the time to read it (thank god, because most of my rants are ridiculous). But publishing something on the internet somehow gives me the sense that it is beyond me. That I have shared it, even if no one ever sets eyes on it. It becomes something different and freeing as opposed to the introverted cyclical mess that presents itself in a book that stays on my nightstand and is never opened.
So change. I began to think of how different I feel in general, and how far yet I have to go, and the feelings just escalate into comfort.
Why comfort? Well, I suppose it is because it reminds me that I don't really know anything except what is happening RIGHT NOW. And I never know what will be and it makes me feel like I'm not in control of the future.

Yes, that is comforting. Ok, wait. Let me explain.

I makes me feel like I'm not in control of the future, only because "the future" is ALWAYS so far off. It never ACTUALLY happens. Because EVERYTHING is in the present. So essentially, I shouldn't have to worry about it. And really, really, REALLY, should anybody worry about anything at all? Ok, this is sounding either really spiritual or really immature.

Immaturity. Sometimes I think that people view young individuals as unwise, impulsive, and prone to mistakes. Anything we do, whether thought out or not becomes a consequence of our age. If we can think for ourselves and relate with ideas that go against society and the culture bred into it, then we are only young and foolish. We are told that we will learn better. Or should grow up. But you know what? There isn't a growing up. There is a going on. Everything just continues. There is no point where we stop and say, "now I am grown and the growing and learning can stop now because I have what I need to continue living and will need nothing more."
The truth of the matter is that we are changing.
Constantly changing.
Changing our ideas and interests and motives and loves and plans. Why should we stay set on one thing?
What the fuck is the point of that?
If you want something, you make it happen until you don't want it anymore, or have further interest in something else. And there is so much out there, so I EXPECT to change.

Constantly.

One day I want to go to Mexico, the next I want to re-learn the piano. One day I want to kill my ex-boyfriend and the next I miss him. Is that wrong? I'm not saying not to think things through.
And I'm not saying that I KNOW everything either.

But I don't want someone to tell me how to act because I haven't been there (in the possible situation at hand), and maybe I'd like to. Another person doesn't know how I'll feel being in that situation. And every experience is meaningful, no matter how devastating or beautiful. And if they don't like it, then they have the choice of doing what they want with those feelings.

No one is my responsibility.

And when I have kids, they will be my responsibility because I want them to be. Culture fucks it all up. Culture makes us feel guilty. It makes us want certain things and despise others. It makes us feel required to say "Bless you" when someone in the vicinity sneezes.

And again and again I come back to the idea of right and wrong. Which there is NONE of without culture. Culture drives us and I'm a bit afraid of it. I'm a bit afraid of myself, and of everything to tell the truth. Which is the issue. I cannot stop the fear because I'm reliant on culture's standards to tell me whether what I'm doing is sufficient. Am I a good person or a bad one? Is my life wasted or not? And I'm starting to think that NO ONE should answer those questions for anyone's standards but there own. And if I'm doing what I want, I'm not wasting anything. Although being human gets in the way of a lot of ideals, I can still look back and remember that I once knew "better" perhaps. I hope I never grow out or up or whatever the fuck they want me to do.

I want to keep fumbling along forever, because I certainly don't know anything and no one does.
I want to measure myself by MYSELF.
By my OWN standards, which of course cannot escape culture but can at least be conscious of it's rein and attempt to be aware of its persuasion in my decisions.

So this is where I'm changing. The old fears still reside, and the instincts tend to take over, and guilt or pride or shame or embarrassment or discomfort weasel their way into the manner in which I choose to continue stepping into each present moment.

And if I were the same girl I would want to say that I HOPED one day to stop thinking so much and just start doing what I need to do to be me. But the newer-ish me remembers that the word "hope" is just another way to worry about the future and try to direct it. So I guess I don't really want to "hope" anything.

I just want to BE, because it is certain that I will cease BEing at any given moment.

And "I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to."

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday. Thursday.

2011-08-23T00:28:00.000-07:00

Apolis

2011-08-09T13:12:00.000-07:00

A little work I did for Apolis is up at Milkmade on Abbot Kinney.

The Essential Man blogged about it HERE

No walls can keep me protected.

2011-07-30T12:48:00.000-07:00

My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you.

2011-07-17T15:20:00.000-07:00

Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place. -The Alchemist

I'm just young, rich, and tasteless.

2011-07-10T23:24:00.000-07:00

Victory.

2011-06-29T11:14:00.000-07:00

The day has arrived.

Or one of many days, that continuously arrive. Meaning life.

Don't pay attention to me. But do pay attention to this: (please)

www.oliveillustration.com

Yes, it is my official site.

Yes, it's pretty awesome.

There's nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy.

2011-05-29T23:37:00.000-07:00

I got my heart right here. I got my scars right here.

2011-05-15T18:41:00.000-07:00

I can't take credit for all of these, unfortunately.

There, There.

2011-04-24T21:52:00.000-07:00

The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open. Mu-f*cka we rollin'. Wit some light skinned gurls n' some Kelly Rowlands

2011-04-17T13:47:00.000-07:00

Me and JR temporarily sharing a wall. Sorry man, it was just for an hour.

People attempting to formulate thoughts.

It looks REALLY small compared to a Santa Monica parking structure.

"Demons made that"

2011-03-29T12:32:00.000-07:00

Primera dia. Very interesting. Not to mention upsetting and exciting and altogether silly. I had fun...I can't speak much for Jenn though.

Met some awesome people, and some very non-awesome people. And life goes on. In the form of "freedom" "death" "love" and the "Illuminati" or whatever else can be gathered from this.

Fck that old sht, I'm on new things.

2011-03-27T10:56:00.000-07:00

Be careful darling, you might fall.

2011-03-13T22:17:00.000-07:00

Not mine, but its in my book so I had to include it.

For the record companies:

2011-02-28T21:11:00.000-08:00

Proyecto!

2011-02-21T16:26:00.003-08:00

And I had to put this up. It's just SO darn cute.

I know what you are, I just don't mind. I won't say you're wrong. I know it's what you want.

2011-01-29T20:39:00.000-08:00

I couldn't think of a thing that I hope tomorrow brings. Oh what a surprise. Stupidity tries.

2011-01-28T10:31:00.000-08:00

Deseando que no lo esta terminado, cuando el dice que lo esta.

2011-01-15T19:00:00.000-08:00

Te Quiero

2011-01-02T15:29:00.000-08:00

I'm comin' after whoever has it.

2011-01-02T14:09:00.000-08:00

:P

2010-12-26T12:27:00.000-08:00

Wangsta-ism

2010-12-26T12:22:00.001-08:00

Da Trio

2010-12-26T12:14:00.001-08:00

Cry, baby cry. Make your mother sigh. She's old enough to know better, so cry baby, cry.

2010-11-28T16:36:00.000-08:00

My new book about the girl who couldn't cry.

Paper dollhouses and wooden paintings.

2010-11-28T12:24:00.000-08:00

Despite Steebo's blatant disobedience and attempt to step all over my dollhouse, I finished it nonetheless.

My favorite so far:

The result of love, lack of sleep and a lil' Lil' Wayne.

2010-11-28T11:44:00.000-08:00

Proyectos:

2010-10-09T16:23:00.000-07:00

Book cover design for The Brothers Grimm:

Editorial Design for an Op. Ed. article on Muslim intolerance in America:

Algo Sobre High Horses

2010-09-14T10:46:00.001-07:00

El Cielo Esta Callendo Guey

2010-09-14T10:35:00.001-07:00

I'll be damned mama, they know who I am mama.

2010-08-26T22:14:00.000-07:00

You Can Run 'N Tell My City "It's On"

2010-08-16T17:22:00.000-07:00

You Can Hope For Some Substance As Long As You'd Like

2010-08-11T01:20:00.000-07:00

If the Silence Takes You, Then I Hope it Takes Me Too.

2010-07-29T16:42:00.000-07:00

Mapachesssss

2010-07-24T10:25:00.001-07:00

Besame en los labios.

2010-07-19T16:30:00.000-07:00

I live first, and leave the bullshit dead last.

2010-07-12T22:02:00.000-07:00

What you aren't allowed to do at the Jacuzzi:

For Derek, Zach, and Natalie:

For Diego:

My Wall! :D

2010-07-06T20:37:00.000-07:00

Iyal Coo' Yo Ass Down Ifya think ya hawt sheet

2010-06-22T00:16:00.000-07:00

Making History

2010-06-19T11:29:00.000-07:00

Front of the poster:

Back of the poster:

Logo:

Characters:

Libro Nuevo: based on a true predicament

2010-06-09T18:13:00.000-07:00

The main characters to my new book:

Frieda:

y Toby:

Sometimes, People Think About You Like You Think About Them.

2010-06-07T02:13:00.000-07:00

It is Slowly Wearing.

Lost in the Trees

Song for the Painter

Nate/Wolverine

Canyon Lake Goer

Urth, Fuego y Agua

OliveMundo

I hate Dillin.

Mariposa

Caged

"Hello, Lady."

2010-05-19T19:36:00.000-07:00

pueeeeesssssshhhhhiiiii

2010-05-19T19:32:00.001-07:00

Jugando c-c-c-catch- up

2010-05-19T19:14:00.000-07:00

"Uncomfortable" Painting Show, Meltdown May 22nd

2010-05-15T08:56:00.001-07:00

Right up my ally.

Love you Mom and Dad. Hahahaha. :)

Te Amo Verano

2010-05-04T20:28:00.000-07:00

Ensuing Verano

2010-04-27T13:08:00.000-07:00

"We need moon shoes"

The Hand Standard

Hit the Buzzard

The book that started out with words and inevitability ended in drawings:

I hate you. And Now you are over.

2010-04-25T22:24:00.001-07:00

Illustration Friday "Linked"

2010-04-14T09:03:00.000-07:00

Illustration Friday "Dip"

2010-04-14T08:49:00.000-07:00

Life's a Picnic

2010-04-06T17:08:00.000-07:00

New Zine! :)

Stick Figure Guide to Sex: an exaggerated incident

2010-03-31T00:17:00.000-07:00

Illustration Friday "Expired"

2010-03-19T23:15:00.000-07:00

Livin' Life Like a Movie

2010-03-19T22:28:00.000-07:00

"I'm only on this planet for my own personal entertainment."

Jakoooozi

Parselhead

We Have to Hide From Steve Madden

Safety First Little Girl

Coffee Stain/My parents prolly hate me by now.....

Chillin' like a Villain

Mt Boobsuvius

iCream

GastroIntestinal Problems

Dolphuck from Behind

Roxy

JT/Art Director

Nigglet

Brazilian

The Boys

Niagra

Let Me Join You!...?

Dos

"Over the BLANK they BLANKED in BLANK and BLANK and eventually BLANKED to BLANK" ...."Are you quizzing me on my own history?" "Yep"

2010-03-19T21:41:00.001-07:00

My parent's life in fifth grade picture book terms. :)

Internships!!!!!

2010-03-10T23:26:00.001-08:00

Resume:

Postcard:

Business Card:

Illustration Friday "Propagate"

2010-03-10T23:14:00.000-08:00

My mom says this is porn.

Yea, kinda.

Illustration Friday "Brave"

2010-03-10T23:00:00.000-08:00

I don't like this one. Oh well.

Romeo!

2010-03-09T16:03:00.000-08:00

He is definitely one of my favorite people ever. I am so glad I talked him into letting me take this photo.

LA Weekly:

2010-03-06T08:56:00.000-08:00

Illustration Friday "Perspective"

2010-03-06T08:55:00.000-08:00

Olive Pitter Patter: Hike 2

2010-02-28T23:41:00.000-08:00

Olive Pit Stop: Hike One

2010-02-28T19:20:00.000-08:00

I was alone so I set a fire, and I wasted it all on you.

2010-02-26T19:43:00.000-08:00

So this is my version of the poster I made for a friend/co-worker's event in August. InDesign wouldn't let me export my favorite font.... because I don't own it, haha. But thank god for command-shift-four so I could at least give you an idea of what I originally wanted for the piece.

She wanted to make some changes...that I don't necessarily agree with but of course I complied because it IS her poster after all. This is the other version:

Dressed Up Alligators

2010-02-20T17:38:00.000-08:00

Proyecto Nuevo!

Born in Mashed Potatoes

2010-02-20T15:49:00.000-08:00

Los Angeles: The Apocalypse

Illustration Friday "Adrift"

2010-02-18T01:08:00.000-08:00

Adrift: At sea, directionless.

Illustration Friday "Muddy"

2010-02-18T01:07:00.000-08:00

Muddy Speech.

I don't even know where I am, so don't go looking for me.

2010-02-18T00:42:00.000-08:00

Mapache:

Prophet:

LA sketches 1:

Woman Jesus with a Spirit Eye:

Creeper.

2010-02-07T16:24:00.001-08:00

Yes, he exists. And yes, he looks exactly like that.

Ignorance

2010-02-06T20:18:00.000-08:00

For La Luz project in Comm. Studio.

I feel disheartened by the effects technology has had on our society. We are entangling ourselves in reliance on immediate information. We have access to everything, but because of this we learn virtually nothing. Due to the ease obtaining information from the internet I feel we have lost our ability to legitimately learn and problem solve in the real world. For example, GPS omits the necessity of tackling all problems and acquiring new skills involved with simply navigating ourselves in the world. No need to communicate, use memory, read or understand. Simply do what the talking voice tells you. This piece is about technology encouraging ignorance in society. There is so much out there to experience, and we're looking at it all through a window instead of aspiring to truly participate in our own lives.

"Technology is bad for civilization. We are living in a manner that is unnatural. We are latently enslaved by our own ingenuity, and we have unknowingly constructed a simulated world. The benefits of technology are easy to point out (medicine, transportation, the ability to send text messages during Michael Jackson's funeral), but they do not compensate for the overall loss of humanity that is its inevitable consequence. As a species, we have never been less human than we are right now."

-Chuck Klosterman

Illustration Friday "Clumsy"

2010-01-28T19:17:00.001-08:00

Paper Raper: The Beginning

2010-01-26T15:31:00.001-08:00

New Sketchbook:

If JT only knew how often I draw his quotes....

Shmoo almost got raped. By this guy, but he looked meaner:

Shmoo's dream of gangstas in Venice tryin to kill her.

Dream as in nightmare. Not goal in life.

Ota.

My stomach aches from social fears during parties. Therefore,

I record people to draw later. This guy is only the beginning.

And another:

One-Eyed Charlie

2010-01-20T15:37:00.000-08:00

Death portrait:

Article: Basically about a Stagecoach driver in the west who was a hard drinker and lost an eye shoeing a horse. The best driver in the California Stagecoach company. After his death in 1879, was discovered to be a woman. It is thought that she was the first woman to have ever voted in the presidential elections.

Sketches:

FINAL:

Illustration Friday "Wilderness"

2010-01-18T12:36:00.001-08:00

He purred "good boy."

2010-01-08T21:30:00.000-08:00

All that dialogue doubling back on me, all that tangled talk, all that growling need.

2010-01-06T23:27:00.000-08:00

"If you cut it down, then you'll never know"

"Lightning Promise"

"Ego"

"Brian"

These Days It Comes and Goes

2009-12-20T22:32:00.000-08:00

My newest project.

Photos by Lindsey Schulz

Drawings with Gesso and Raw Umber acrylic ink.

May 18th 2009 12:22AM "You say you know, you know, you know, but I know that you don't, you don't you don't"

2009-12-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

I returned home from an amazing concert at the Troubadour an hour ago. I'm beat and want to go home manana but I don't want to forget the details of the night. Not necessarily a play by play... but the feeling in general. Like how when he stepped on the stage to play his first song it was so beautiful that I got goosebumps and tears welled up in my eyes. A smile spread involuntarily across my face and I could barely even sing along.

When the Goddamn Band got on stage with him it was like this breathtaking sound. The other guitarists' sounds were echoing and I would feel the drums in my chest and throat. Every time Kevin took a breath and uttered a sound into the microphone my eyes rolled back in my skull with pleasure.

He closed his eyes so often.

His body wasn't grounded by his mind; it was acting on its own accord, following the music. He swayed and his head moved in circles around the microphone. He backed away and shouted perfectly reeling back on the device. His wolf's mouth stretched open to one side and his neck craned, face red, sweat dripping, flying into the blue, green and pink lights. And when the song would come to the climax I lost most control of my body and it swayed and my neck herded my head from side to side. I sang to the ceiling. I sang to Kevin. He flew backwards with such awkward elegance. He beat his guitar to death, he trampled around from side to side, swung it in the air, stamped his foot and heaved his body up and down as if it were limp from the waist up.

I don't think I've seen something so pure in a long time.

His shirt; blue long sleeve collared button up, was soaked and only the bottom button managed to stay dry. I'll remember his small bright eyes that looked toward the ceiling, toward the back of the room, towards nobody at all. He was everything I hoped for. His voice was perfect. It was beautiful. I am so in awe. I cannot fully explain the impact of this night.

Reckless

2009-12-17T20:59:00.000-08:00

I don't like being lied to.

I don't like being deceived.

I don't like when something feels fake.

I don't like being judged.

I don't like being rejected.

I don't like being with people.

I don't like being alone.

I don't like not seeing.

I don't like looking.

I don't like noise.

I don't like silence.

I don't like metaphors.

I don't like literality.

I don't like society.

I don't like that one feeling. You know. The one where it feels bad.

Everything is conditional. Feelings are fleeting. Emotion is as useless as it is useful.

I don't like confrontation but I love to argue.

I don't like feeling stupid, but I love learning something I don't know.

I don't care what people think.

But I do.

Situational. Conditional. Dependent on, contingent on, determined by.

Control.

Or lack thereof.

Sometimes I'm nice because I have to be.

Most of the time I'm nice because I want to be.

Sometimes I'm not nice only because I'm telling the truth.

I tell the truth almost all of the time.

If I can consider leaving things out a form of lying, then yes, I lie.

I lie because I have to be nice.

I lie because I want to be nice.

And by lying I mean leaving things out.

I'm repeating myself.

I feel warm.

I always feel warm.

I need to take a walk. Alone. In the dark. Without shoes. That doesn't sound dangerous, does it?

Ok good, for a moment there I thought I was being reckless.

Obesity in America

2009-12-11T21:22:00.000-08:00

Things That Would Be Awkward If Done Naked

2009-12-11T20:45:00.000-08:00

Riding a Bike

Attending Church

Playing Football

Ballet

Scuba Diving

Camping

Making Snow Angels

Sky Diving

Attending a Funeral

Selling Balloons

Teaching Children

Sign Twirling

Gold Posters

2009-12-11T20:20:00.000-08:00

I continue to be an underground tagger.

2009-12-08T15:25:00.000-08:00

Illustration Friday "Entangled"

2009-12-01T16:36:00.000-08:00

Something Spectacularly Exciting

2009-12-01T16:34:00.000-08:00

I'm drawing on Lindsey's photos. Whether she likes gesso or not. :)

Obesity

2009-12-01T16:30:00.000-08:00

Things That Would Be Awkward If Done Naked

2009-11-30T21:51:00.000-08:00

Finally almost finished.

WOT/WOW

2009-11-29T14:32:00.000-08:00

So these are some fashion designs for my fictional futuristic Neue-Hippie Commune. The first one is a protective suit for acid rain.

This one is an outfit designed to protect against deadly lizards that suck blood. They can see heat so the cold water pack cools all the areas that are the warmest so that the lizards can't see them.
This outfit protects against sudden earthquakes. The claws can grasp onto the earth, and in desperate measures, the wings are used.
The hippies in Gold are Buddhists. This is a refined version of Buddhist monk robes, except sturdier and warmer to withstand high winds in the mountains of the desert.
Sudden sand storms. Shield, oxygen if they are buried, and a shovel for the same purpose.
This is protective against a virus in the air. The glowing green things pull in pure oxygen and insert it directly to the lungs.

mira esta mierda

2009-11-25T22:06:00.000-08:00

Illustration Friday "Unbalanced"

2009-11-20T22:04:00.000-08:00

Guuuuuurrrrrrllllllllllllllll

2009-11-16T00:20:00.000-08:00

First off, I don't think she'll mind me posting this. Its just so wonderful I had to share. Geovanna is absolutely amazing:

Then there's this. Its my map so go with my logo. I couldn't fix the color on the computer so I took a picture.
And last but not least, my favorite people visited me this weekend. I love them so much. :)

Gold Logo :)

2009-11-09T23:52:00.000-08:00

Del Olivo

Hello all:

I'll be different, I think I'll be different. I hope I'm not different, and I hope you still listen.

Honestly

I'm not like them, but I can pretend.

Just a bird.

I hope you still listen but until then, baby I got you.

We never are what we intend, or invent.

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday. Thursday.

Apolis

No walls can keep me protected.

My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you.

I'm just young, rich, and tasteless.

Victory.

There's nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy.

I got my heart right here. I got my scars right here.

There, There.

The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open. Mu-f*cka we rollin'. Wit some light skinned gurls n' some Kelly Rowlands

"Demons made that"

F*ck that old sh*t, I'm on new things.

Be careful darling, you might fall.

For the record companies:

Proyecto!

I know what you are, I just don't mind. I won't say you're wrong. I know it's what you want.

I couldn't think of a thing that I hope tomorrow brings. Oh what a surprise. Stupidity tries.

Deseando que no lo esta terminado, cuando el dice que lo esta.

Te Quiero

I'm comin' after whoever has it.

:P

Wangsta-ism

Da Trio

Cry, baby cry. Make your mother sigh. She's old enough to know better, so cry baby, cry.

Paper dollhouses and wooden paintings.

The result of love, lack of sleep and a lil' Lil' Wayne.

Proyectos:

Algo Sobre High Horses

El Cielo Esta Callendo Guey

I'll be damned mama, they know who I am mama.

You Can Run 'N Tell My City "It's On"

You Can Hope For Some Substance As Long As You'd Like

If the Silence Takes You, Then I Hope it Takes Me Too.

Mapachesssss

Besame en los labios.

I live first, and leave the bullshit dead last.

My Wall! :D

Iyal Coo' Yo Ass Down Ifya think ya hawt sheet

Making History

Libro Nuevo: based on a true predicament

Sometimes, People Think About You Like You Think About Them.

"Hello, Lady."

pueeeeesssssshhhhhiiiii

Jugando c-c-c-catch- up

"Uncomfortable" Painting Show, Meltdown May 22nd

Te Amo Verano

Ensuing Verano

I hate you. And Now you are over.

Illustration Friday "Linked"

Illustration Friday "Dip"

Life's a Picnic

Stick Figure Guide to Sex: an exaggerated incident

Illustration Friday "Expired"

Livin' Life Like a Movie

"Over the BLANK they BLANKED in BLANK and BLANK and eventually BLANKED to BLANK" ...."Are you quizzing me on my own history?" "Yep"

Internships!!!!!

Illustration Friday "Propagate"

Illustration Friday "Brave"

Romeo!

LA Weekly:

Illustration Friday "Perspective"

Olive Pitter Patter: Hike 2

Olive Pit Stop: Hike One

I was alone so I set a fire, and I wasted it all on you.

Dressed Up Alligators

Born in Mashed Potatoes

Illustration Friday "Adrift"

Illustration Friday "Muddy"

I don't even know where I am, so don't go looking for me.

Creeper.

Ignorance

Illustration Friday "Clumsy"

Fck that old sht, I'm on new things.