Today I felt like compiling a list, for all of you to see, of who I would like to be when I grow up.

Here I go!

When I grow up, I want to be Robert Sabuda.
Robert Sabuda is amazing, and while I don’t quite have the brain for his complicated pop-ups, I adore his papercutting talent and the sheer awesomeness of his books. Check out how intricate this is! I just picked up a copy of his Twelve Days of Christmas and am completely ecstatic. I do have a thing for children’s books, but it’s just wonderful. I think part of the reason I adore his work so much is that he often works in unadorned white paper which makes his complicated pieces seem so simple. I… I want to be him so badly, you have no idea.

When I grow up, I want to be Emma Hack. (Thar be nudity!)
Check out her amazing wallpaper body paints! I find them breathtaking, and I am completely in love with the concept of body painting. I just need to invest (yes, the word is invest) in some rocking paint and get on it. And also buy some cool wallpaper. You never have enough cool wallpaper. Heck, if I’m rich enough, I just might paint myself to match the wallpaper and play elaborate games of hide and seek with myself. It’d be cool, I promise.

I just discovered this blog and am uh, totally in love with it. (via fffound, and if you haven’t visited fffound, you should! it’s amazing!) This man’s calligraphy is stunning, and he did this, which is essentially what I’ve been wanting to do ever since I slicked ink onto a piece of paper with a metal nib three years ago, and I’m horrendously jealous that he did it first. I hope that my eventual attempts are half as beautiful as that is. (Do I have any volunteer models? Yes? Yes?) So I guess you could say that I would love to be him when I grow up, too.

Finally, when I grow up, I’d like to be Kimiko (there be nudity here, too).
I REALLY want to be her someday, guys. Look at her work. It’s just beautifully simple and amazing, my favourites are her self portrait series, but her installations are stunning as well.

I’m sure I’ll be all of them as well as someone else, someday, but that’s my current list.

This week I am ferociously battling a cold and wondering if I’ll even live to see the next term. Finals are viscious this year, and I’m afraid I might need a more firey sword than the one I’ve been using the last three years.