31st of 12th month

Well, it won't win any awards, as-is. In a different media, with better suited colors, I can see potential but as it is right now, nothing much more acn be said or done.
When I made the absent minded mistake of picking up the black pen instead of the dark blue pen and carved a little bit of agony center page, I had the bright idea that I could just make the whole space black and grey, but then I guess I just forgot or thought, "why bother? These colors are not what I wanted as shades anyhow." But, if I thought that, why NOT put a small grey splotch in the center?

Either way, not what I wanted.
I note wrong colors as reason for discontent, I'm a mono-tone person, not multi-shade.

"God only knows where I'd be without you"

Did my traditional X-mas tradition of watching. "It's a Wonderful Life'" and "Love Actually." Every year, the same thing, but I think that is what they mean for it to be like if I want to call it a tradition.
"Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love." I love that line.

That's my son, playing in the sand on a beach on Kaua'i, probably Wai'oli Beach off Hanalei Bay. Who knows where I'd be without him?

the 22nd of December

I had hoped to be done with this by now as I have like a backload of sketches swimming around in my head, I especially want to get back to my, "abuse a textbook/vandalize a text" series and I need to get started on a pin-up girl for this silkscreen project that came my way in November. Mmmmm... paying projects w/ potential for future exposure, tastes good.
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Odd bit of Too Much Information (OboTMI) for this week: I had a dream that I worked in a office with Judy Greer and we went out to dinner after work and had an awesome time chatting & flirting over pasta. she was really an interesting person, my dreams are telling me, and a sharp wit and easy to talk to. Good smile, as well. Then I woke up with it still a half-hour until my alarm would go off. I dozed and the alarm went off and my last memory was of looking into Alexis Bledel's bright blue eyes as she fell down into darkness, like Alice down the rabbit hole.

16th of December

Above: clip of scan I have not done progress on as I discovered the joys and frustrations of co-op zombie-bashing/general run-for-your-life survival game, Left 4 Dead, and have not sat down at my maple wood drawing table for fear that if I do not annihilate all zombies they just might overrun the digital landscape, and I just could not sleep at night knowing I failed to do my part.

I hope to get this to a better place art-wise before next monday as I really want to find out where I go wrong on this one in coloring it in. It will be like a early christmas gift.
Plus, I really want to see what I do right with it, too.

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My son assures me that Santa Claus will be bringing me presents but since we live alone in the middle of the badlands, and he only has a couple grand but no one but me to take him shopping and Santa Claus is, like... Well, it is complicated my relationship with Santa, so I know that Santa is not getting me a thing. Alone, no gf, no bff, no friends w/ benefits of gift buying, alone.
Santa will owe me.

You can go your own way

This little quick sketch doodle is named, "Pi Waffle." Not 'Pie', but Pi the greek letter. He had a whole complete story to him but having sat in my folder for so long and all, I forgot it. All I know is that he wants to be a hero... Actually, he wants to be a super-hero, to be more exact. I do not know if his plan of action was to pursue it masked as a bowl of nacho chips and spring out of his bowl upon evil-doers or what, but I believe him to be sincere.
If there can be a "super-hero" named Robin (a common song bird), a guy like Pi Waffle must have some chance, I'd like to think. I suggest he start a cute side-kick or something, get his feet wet.

Eighth of December

This is about as far as this sketch will go. In a larger format, it would definitely go further and with oil paints it would take on a entirely different look (just as it would if I [re] created through digital painting, or even further, in a 3D modeling which I think would be really fun but very time consuming but that is what makes it fun for me; simple and fast is for commercial artists, time, care, and sweat is the heart of art for real artists).

{But, that is just a quick opinion. I sure as heck cannot offer an definition of what a true artist is as I have always held that it is a constant evolution and there is no way but the fool's way to call someone NOT an artist.}

First of December

It has been almost a month since I posted last, so I thought I'd post something new, even if it is only half done. Here is the black and white and red.
I am still recovering from my falling down the stairs in the dark but enough time has passed that I have gotten two bills; one from the ER doctor, the other separate charges from the hospital. Merry Christmas just in time for Christmas Shopping, yeah, $400 from the Doc for giving me a aspirin and a narcotic for the pain, $200 for the hospital for giving me a narcotic and not allowing me to leave for five hours because I did not have a ride home for me and my impatient five year old after a nurse told me I did not break both my feet or the black swollen toes.
I've been to Hawaii in the time I have not posted, beautiful place. Both my son and I want to live there, he wants to meet a nice surfer girl, settle down, and make sand castles for a living. I just want a nice patch of earth to grow taro and a studio to draw in overlooking the beach and ocean. Moreover, the girl w/ red glasses working at Island Hemp & Cotton in Kapaa was pretty damn cute. Throw her in the mix and it is a dream come true.