in progress - Coils

It has been a long and sober life, my 21st birthday came and went and I never took to alcohol or spirits. 38 years clean and sober. And, I create some really strange stuff.
I just happen to like my brain chemistry the way it is.

Seriously, don't call his mother that...

Quick little sketch of Warpeace of the Planeteers.

Who is better than you?

My son took a nasty fall last night after swimming in the pool, blood everywhere (if it was directly beneath his nose). I was drying him off, had him wrapped up like a boy-burrito so he was tight and drying with no use of hands or legs. Then masterful toad that I am, I tried to put his shoes on. TIMBER! He fell over, that was funny, we both thought so. He was laughing. He was not laughing the second time when his face hit the stucco post and his face did 90 degrees from his neck and he left a blood and flesh trail on the post.
So I end up carrying this small boy wrapped up like a limp body wrapped up like a body wrapped up in a carpet like you see in the movies, but you know... wrapped up? And, he is bleeding like a stuck pig from his face while his head flops around on my shoulder blood and wailing coming from his mouth.
Somewhere in here is my explanation as to why I do not have a new piece of art for you to spend 12 seconds looking at before you hit some other link. I know my excuse is lame but it is all I have. You may think you are better than me, I don't care. I know you are not. You and Adolf Hitler are flat out wrong and I don't mind telling you that.

The world is not good or bad. It is just what it is. The glass is not half full or half empty, it just has water in it. Reality is just your perception, your perspective, and from second to second unless you plan on being paralyzed from a severed spinal cord and never move a centimeter again in your life, your view or perception/perspective will change. What you think will change, your stupid little problems and personality clashes with others you feel superior to will change if you allow that to happen.
Even things set in stone get worn down by water, wind or erosion. Nothing is worth being a jerk about.
My son is fine. His nose stopped bleeding after I got him a handful of cotton balls and he held them there, and the scratches on his nose will heal. His neck went back to it's original alignment pointing north/up.

Like always, this ink thing is just a sketch or a test, and it is a bit rushed and just exists for me to someday come back and make "better." Doing this stuff in ink sometimes does not work out as I planned or meant, where as in oil paint I can sweep all the mistakes away and make myself happy. SO I make these to show me...
I scanned this in and see that I need to put in a shade about the eye ball for depth, not that the flat coils do much. Something in oil I can correct with deeper shades of red to emphasis the shape. You can build with layers in oil, ink you get a big mess if youtry to lay layers down too late.
This goes with the last sketches monday and friday.

What!?

Yeah, sorry. it was P. Waff's first day of kindergarten yesterday and so my brain has been a little busy lately, plus one of my co-worker's came to work with gun so we all here are a little on-edge as to avoiding him without avoiding him, if you know what we mean.
...
Wait, I made a typo. My co-worker came to work with gum.
I hate gum. I hate the way it smells and I hate the way it looks when you are talking to the person and you see it in their mouth, like going to lunch with a person that refuses to eat their food with their mouth shut.
My son is totally against people talking with food in their mouth. He says they will choke and die.
I kind of believe him, he knows stuff.
He is in kindergarten.

Back of the Egg -in progress

You ever wonder what kind of background goes behind a floating egg?

Well, now you know.
Kind of looks like a nest to me, but what do I know.

Be yourself

"Be yourself. Everyone else is taken." -Oscar Wilde

I decided subjection to my son's (obviously beautiful to me) quick-while-Dada-is-in-the bathroom scrawls would be fine for me and myself, shining the light on a up-and-coming artisté and doing my part to brightening the world that is a joy with knowing art is not dead and controlled by corporations or commitees,.. See, that is all fine for me. But, I decided at the last minute that I owe you more.

This here is a sketch that I am working on this exact moment (with understanding that at this moment I am posting it on the web, so after this EXACT moment or later I will be working on it more).
Later, alligators.

Ink Child

I left the room to go to the bathroom. I came back to a very proud child that felt he was helping me.
Things temper-wise could have gone a lot worse but like I said yesterday, I did not have a lot invested yet in this with the inks ripping the paper apart and being so splotchy. I told him thank you but that I wanted to do this by myself just like he likes doing some things by himself, and that he did a good job.

I mean, look at where the arrow I put in points to, those look pretty close to what I was doing and in fact, leads me to consider starting over with a more sketchy loose approximation of the people in the crowd.
Thanks to my son for helping me.
I still think I am going to have to place my pens and ink higher through out of his reach. He was asking what the bottle of black india ink was as I sat looking at his quick handy work.

Tomorrow, more of what he did while I took a bathroom break and left him alone in my art studio.

Ink experiment

Ink experiment, this is in progress. these pens are really tearing up the bristol paper and not in a good way. I have not seen a ink that the bristol paper has not liked until now, it is really getten chewed up. Anyway/so forth, I will just treat this as a bizarre warm up to some alternate that i will start after. Finish this one with less pressure for perfection, input some flexibility if it works out less than conceptualized. There is no such thing as a waste of time when doing art, some mistakes lead to beautiful "accidents" and teach all the while. And, it is all in the eye of the beholder and I count about 5 billion beholders with differing insights as to what is... And what is not.
Plus I started this knowing that I was going to do at least 2 to 3 versions.
...

Now I know I will have to shell out the thirty dollars for the set of pens I saw last week AND find out if there is something better than bristol paper for working wet on wet ink.

Shut your eyes, Motherf@#ker!

This is why there are locks put on doors, because she is going to now make you eat your eyeballs.
This is why those locks on doors must be used because now, due to laziness perhaps solely attributed to this girl, your eyeballs are not where they are supposed to be and now going down your throat.
...
What a mess this is. Shadow on foreleg is logically not to be vertical but slanted following the arm like the shadow above does for the shoulder. I don't know ripped muscles in the upper arms to closely but the dip between the elbow and the shoulder is not to be there; rounded, not indented.
If those two things were not screaming out at me, I might actually almost like this... Or I'd nitpick the chest and aft leg or foot for not having toes on a seemingly nude person.
...
killing me softly with her song...

...have fun.

Any attempt to break out of a irregular sized box is good, because eventually it will succeed. Being crammed into a painfully small ill-proportioned box... it has to be temporary, you know, as all pain is just temporary. Nothing hurts forever.
"Post tenebras spero lucem"

Message to the Secret Students of Mark

'When there's something in your life

that you want to do,

once you begin,

you must follow through.

It's not about talent

or if you are smart:

it's about never quitting

something you start.

Don't tell yourself, "I can't,"

or dwell on mistakes;

patience and determination

are really all that it takes.'

-from a childrens book by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer.

I heart you

I really like how the ink came out with this one; rough and blocky. Too bad the cap fell off and the pen dryed out too soon after.

poor lady

This is a poor drawing, the rear of the girl should be one flowing curve but... it is not. I hate the whole thing, so flat, so unfinished. So differing widths to the lines would transform it a little, give it resonance perhaps. (I wonder why I talk about the changes I would make but I rarely come back and post them?)

Under where?

Remember, all my freaking doodles are protected by the laws set down by Interpol in 1977 and I was given a license to kill. Bear that in mind, I am the original holder with government stamped pro-tect-ion-aie. So if you see my scribbles on a pair of ladies undies, you need to check the tag in back to see if they are pirated or approved product of the Rage Doll line of ladies' undergarments and pj's.

Tattoo, too much?

Her henna tattoo went a little above and beyond her original intent.
Loosely based on a Shane Glines drawing I'd seen, with my scribbles and beyond over it.

OGwhatRUCingNow

U R seeing sketches, I put down ideas and then I wait until I have money to buy the canvases to take them to the next level and for my son to get old enough so that if he got curious, it would not lead to oil paint-smudged handprints over carpet and walls. I'd think it was terrific but

not everyone would.
The man above is loosely based on a Bruce Timm drawing I saw but with my own scribbles and whatever.

Still in-progress - ...to have fun

It is my postulation that Rhona Mitra must smell good. I saw DOOMSDAY last night, she is the lead actress and main character in the movie and my supposition (Rhona Mitra is vastly good in a number of pleasing ways) is what I walked away with from the viewing. So it is vastly bewildering why I should be woken the next morning by a dream of Natalie Portman and the four feather-light-tickling-like kisses she laid on me. It is my assumption that vastly surreal dreams that cover a number of senses are the sign of either vast incredible intelligence or just run of the mill stuff that everyone has all the time every night.
(Kip Fulbeck is kind of a big deal. A couple of books, the two I know of are "Permanence", and "Half Asian 100% Hapa," and he is more than a little famous and at large in a few other areas but you can look him up in Google and discover more for yourself.)
I'd like to be at large and a little famous also, I think. Someday, maybe I might even have someone think I must smell okay, too.

In Progress - I just want to have fun

I had high hopes for this one and it was looking good then I kind of rushed and did not try-out the inks I picked, leaving me to pull out the ink bottle long before i intended to, to hide my mistake and - my hands are still black from the ink that leaked all over because the seal on the bottle does not approve of tha bottle being upside down - so last night I made the lines between the strings and that was not the original idea. This morning I think I can make it work, or at least work it. This is in progress.
Kip Fulbeck, an "old" art professor of mine has published an art book on tattoos. All the information is at home so I will have to get the title for you, if you want it, whne I go home tonight. I had Kip for a course in performance art, all I can recall is bringing a big box of ceramic frogs to class one day and doing a story for each one until cut off. I think it was my U/D Sculpture class where I almost set my 7 foot tall sculpture on fire, or at least fire was involved somehow.
Oddball expression to work in to your day for today, "Well, time to climb back into the pickle jar."

Infinity Burrito 2.0

I've learned that while the original paper copy looks fair to fine, that the scanner does not seem to appreciate the finer fainter parts of my subtle gray that I laid down on this brown paper when scanning this artwork in. I made it darker but the scanner took it three steps further... oops.

In progress - Infinity Burrito

I signed & dated it but I still need to go back and deepen it, give it better definition to the shadows (where the shadows should be).
It is odd, everytime my son is away, I get woken up by his voice and he is not there. When he is here, he never wakes me up (except when he wants water or to watch cartoons, or if he is hungry or had a bad dream). It is only when he is 11 hours away visiting family in Calif. that I hear him crying at night. Spooky.
I heard wind-chimes last night, it was really annoying. I wanted to throw my infinity burrito at them but when I woke up they were gone. I never have a burrito when I need it when I am laying under a pile of goldfish in a tunnel, you ever have that problem in your dreams?

2 week project 2008

FFAC Week #10 - If you want a good enemy...

...Choose a good friend, they know all your weak points.

Dang, I just remembered I have to draw the Joker and the korean comedian this weekend for monday's post.

Here is a quick post from the past ofthe original doodle that turned into Dead Demon Bird Bones. See May's post of the "finished" piece.