some works-in-progress

Like it says, some works in progress.

The other five works-in-progress I will not scan in yet.

the last day

let the things land as they may, your path may cross a few times.
...or not.

Super

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[My son had another acting job. MYSTERY ADVENTURES Toll free (877) 893-6449 or local 702-893-6400 {MysteryAdventuresLasVegas.com}, has made use of his sweet little face for ghoulish performance once again. They told me that some TV crew for a show on ABC is coming to do a piece on their theatre so my son may be seen on TV (soon) if the footage is included. We got paid in hamburgers and onion rings, we are cheap labor.]

the intensity of Legos

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Anyway, this is the day and the time, find someone worth living for.

I, lack of focus

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Illicit, when does that come into play?

Sometimes, I drink you.

the above is 50% done!
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all gone!

Veronica Mars has stolen my life!

Try watching three seasons of "Veronica Mars," back-to-back, see if you don't start getting depressed by the time you get to the 3rd season. Whether it is the subject matter (rape, murder, heartbreak,...) or that maybe you could have been doing a cart-load of artwork in the time you spent watching this addictive show starring the ultra-cutie Kirsten Bell, you can get a little down in yourself.

I watch because I went to high school twenty-odd years ago with a girl that looked like the lead actress, I thought she was the bee's knees, or something.

I think she sells metal siding now. If only she had gotten into after-school sleuthing, who knows where she'd have wound up?

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I have to scan some art in soon for here.

Int. Law, page 61

He is happy that you are happy.
He is strange because you are strange.

As seen on the radio

the Sleep Thief

flimsy

the above would not stand under critical study & assesment...But what in life ever really would?

remember, whatever

Sorry, Green Day is blasting in the background on loop. "I wonder whatever happened to old whatshername, remember whatever, I'll never turn back time, blah blah blah..." Whoops, it is starting over again. Drumbeat, cords, and then "...burning all the photographs..." Whatever, I am not a fast typer.

The scan does not fully show the quality of my hackjob, but maybe it is just the re-sized preview pic. Click on the image above to open in a new bigger size.
Image only partly done; grey tones coming soon to the mobius strip.

leaving my fingerprint on you

Quotations are always nice.
"If, in the course of going about my [artsy] business, I have somehow inadvertently given offense...If, without meaning to, I have bruised a few tender egos...If, quite by accident, I have injured the occasional reputation...If, through careless innuendo, I have damaged a career...If, by any action on my part, I have caused suffering or grief...If, intentionally, I have cast asperations on my betters...If, I have unflaggingly salted the wounds of people in pain...If my callous disregard for the feelings of others has left a bloody trail of littered corpses in its wake...If my undying malice has torn to pieces the fragile facades concealing the twisted grotesqueries that lie just beneath the surface...If, in fact, I have been the butcher of banality and the ultimate hacksaw artist of all that has previously been held in sacred esteem by the preeminent powers-that-be of the [art] industry...

"...Then I'll feel that I've done my job."

-Son of Ambush Bug, (issue 6, page 12, Oct. 1986)

I paraphrased a little bit, but when was the last time a comic book was quoted...Other than by Gomer Pyle saying, "Shazam!"

partial scan

no comment on the pic above, except it is a partial scan of a larger piece too big for my scanner and it is not finished.
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After 30 days, or so of being unemployed, I start my new job with elevated position and elevated pay. I am the luckiest person on earth, I am just glad no one was hurt, the only karmatic re-arrangement was backing into my garage door and ripping my car in the process the day of my final interview. Not too bad compared to the radiation therapy for cancer I went through to see the birth of my son healthy after he was in danger of not being born due to complications, or the ex-wife emptying our bank account when she flew away to NC and my getting my first artist job in Las Vegas 30 days later. Now to cash in on the "Cash for Clunkers" thing that just happens to be running at precisely the right moment for me.

random illustrator work w/ 2 interfaces

I was laid off from my job Wednesday, a reduction to the workforce due to the current economy was the reason.

Nothing personal, and I do not take it personal. I feel fortunate to have lasted through the two-three prior waves of lay-offs that my company had to do, my number just came up this time.

That said, I need a new job.

purposely maxed the level adjust

quick 15 minute job, so when scanned in... I blitzkrieg-ed the levels manually to bring out the subtle details as I was randomly grabbing pens from upstairs to color in downstairs on the kitchen table.
I think the tiger is torked I gave him a 'emo' blue eyeshadow make-up job. I don't blame him.
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No, there is no time warp. The date of the picture says the 19th, and the posted date is the 9th. There was a black hole near by Earth at the time. I think that is the explanation but I am no astrophysicist. I am an artist.

2 week project from 2007

One man, one postcount

* from my 1991 sketchbook from college.

So many paths, so many threads, so many overlapping, so much chaos and so much order.

-social disorder in a population of individuals crossing at random time(s)

-hyperintelligence

-autism

-paths to heaven

-paths of strangers & family

I am a quirky duckie, this thing never seen in science, I like my roads of souls.
I am a ducky quirkie.

(I don't know a thing about autism & hyper-intelligence; I just think the path's of some are a little less direct and predictable.)

more scraps

not meant to look like a basket But it is a weave, so whatever...

apparently the 1990's were full of scraps of artwork for me.

The red ants below is a current thing, not from the 1990's, this is from the late 1980's, in a way sort-of.

Vacuums suck, voids suck, sudden complete absence of all matter sucks.

This is the end of my attempt at funny for today.

...3rvcz86ki7

VACUUM, How-To survive living in a

Forgive me if I have posted these three works in progress before, I have a backlog and I forget what I have posted or not, but usually as a fact I do not post things I have not gotten done at least 75% of the way to get a jump on releasing to the world wide web something that does not have my name stamped on, not that any of these three does not have elements that are readily identifable or defendable as my art work, the more abstract works.

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You are on a rock floating through space…

…Not just floating.
Roaring through the cosmos, a whirligig cradling the lives of over 6 billion people, screaming at over 65,000 mph, a hair’s breadth from being scorched by solar radiation or frostbitten by the cold void of empty space. Our lives here are granted by a thin layer of gases and the Earth’s own magnetic field, dancing on the razor edge between forces of destruction so relentless and potent that to call them elemental in nature would be to belittle them, comparing them to forces we can comprehend.
…and that is nothing less than extraordinary.

1991, part 2

This is very close to the original 1987-88 drawing, but bigger. I hope I can find the 1st instance in my papers...

1991

IL facing page

IL dedication page

To Thy.

IL page xvii

"Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit"

"Everything changes, yet nothing is truely lost."
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I watched "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist" last week, and I thought it was fantastic (but I tend to think a lot of great movies are fantastic, and that fantastic movies are great. It equals out). It reminded me of my own all night seek-and-find in Los Angeles in 1993, it was a night or two before some famous riot there due either to a trial with OJ or something. Two years later, I ended up married to the girl that I went on this all-night adventure of driving around LA with. I did not know her before that night; I had been introduced to her four times before that over the years (1991-93) but she never remembered me. Once, just before she broke both arms riding her bike falling down a hill, then during a flag football game we played together in the rain with people from my apartment building, then on Holloween night in Isla Vista, then once in the hall of my building w/ her boyfriend that lived there.
We got divorced four years later, and without her I never would have wound up here in Las Vegas 10 years ago, jobless and penniless then and ultimately invincible.
And, now I am waking up in Vegas every morning. By the by, I love the Katy Perry song, Waking Up in Vegas. I wonder if she was living in Santa Barbara at the same time I was, 1991-1993?
The tiki above is my artwork.

New York Tattoo Convention 2009

I found a photograph online from the NYC Tattoo convention that just happened mid-May, there is a woman in a black hoody w/ black framed glasses and dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, showing off her lower arm which in this low rez photo looks like my drawings of the jumbled mass of threads/strings (which I kind of think of as my "thing").

I am trying to track down a better resolution so I can see if it is just my imagination, or not.
click on image for larger size


ANYWAY,

IF you steal/copy/abscond with design from my site, please tell me. Send me a picture if you get a tattoo. Pictures really are favored, give me credit or whatever, just do not claim that you are the originator. I put that type at the bottom about, image "all rights reserved" & stuff for a reason.

I want my "chedder", too, and fame, if not fortune.

NEW NEWS!!! (6/22/09) I have found out there is this brilliant 24 year old woman in the United Kingdom that does similar stuff but better than me (or at least is more surreal rather than abstract, subjective than objective, or the other way around) in the varied use she makes in the use of the lines on DeviantArt.com. Moreover, she is a hell of a lot more popular than me, I've been doing my thing since 1995, she since 2007 as far as I can tell. I guess the european market is a lot more open to scary creepy line work.

What they said

insignificant

I have had a bad time sleeping as of late, I think I have had 12 hours for the whole week. I had to stay home yesterday because lack of sleep should be an excuse, but I am back today. I watched, "Terminator: Salvation," "Drag Me To Hell," "Star Trek," and "Dance Flick" yesterday then came home and watched two hours of "TrueBlood." And then I slept for a while, until 1 am.
I woke up and tried to figure out who the nameless guy in the drawing above is.
Near as I can decipher "he" cannot breathe in outer space, or shoot laser beams out his eyes. It does have super strength and almost complete invunerability, and can fly (but since he can not go out into outer space, he is a homebody). And, everybody on his planet is like him, so when the Space Nazis came to conquer his home, the S.N. got their rears kicked. His people are very intelligent, it is just that they do not have hands or digits to use tools, so they cannot make space suits or rocket ships. Maybe the tails are their adaptation to that lacking.
This is what I was thinking of at 1 am this morning, just so you know.

Hoodoo you travel with

"No road is long when you are traveling in good company."
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The moon, bats, and sky are all connected, just different shades of blue. Somewhere in there is a sermon, but I am too tired to make it right now. I had a rant about people asking God to give them answers, but, again, I am too tired.

what a difference a day makes

Or: what a difference it makes to see this on-line. I can still work this a little more, top of its head can do with a bit more gradation or shading.
For crazy skull alien looking quick job sketches, it is ~okay.

...Not perfect, but a bit better, relatively speaking

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If I had a monkey, like this guy, I would not want fruit smeared on its face. I would want a clean monkey.

http://www.27bslash6.com/monkey.html

Akrasia, or what?

"Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

It seems like just yesterday, I was looking up "Fire Tornado," and "Zombie apocalypse," or "Stories w/o endings" on wikipedia.

"Akrasia" is a greek word, I think it means lack of moderation. I tend to write with lack of moderation, and moderate the heck out of everything else in my life. Ha ha.

My Grandmother

Stella Bernice Brock Chubb passed away today at age 91. She was my friend, my ally, my grandmother.
She helped teach me to read using Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck comic books and a tape recorder. She made me tollhouse chocolate chip cookies. She watched over me and believed in me. I could not have asked for a better grandmother.
I am stuck for a way to fully honor her, to show my appreciation for all the tiny and huge things she did with me and for me in my life time.
All I have right now is this. A few words to send out over the internet, a few words to say she is now gone. A few words to say she existed.
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She was born in 1918. She got married at 16 and was married for over 70 years, I think. She wished more people in her life had called her, "Stella," but most people called her Bernice, or "B."
She was,.. and now all I have that is tangible of her are photos of her. Maybe also, this right here in my art blog, for however long the internet sticks around.

I just wanted to say a little about her, get my grief out right now. Do something as I cannot do much else being so far away from my family.

donkey

mule
bull
stool
fool
cruel
cool
duel
fuel
gull(?)
gaol(?)
mull
jule
pull
rule
wool
yule
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Yeah, nothing rhymes with donkey.

Submission help

It has always been a dream of mine to go and continue my education, get my MFA. To do this, the application requires, "Three Recommendation letters sent directly to Graduate Coordinator from individuals practicing, teaching, or employed in the field of fine art, attesting to the applicants ability and competence in his or her chosen concentration."
Now I don't know about you, and I don't want to get too personal but you've seen my page here, who exactly is going to recomend ME attesting to MY ability and competance? I mean, really? I need some ideas, as the deadline is Feb. 1st, where do I go to find people that might respect me enough AND write me a nice letter, AND find three of those kind of people that are ALSO practicing, teaching, or employed in the field of fine art?
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Seriously through, any artists want to get to know me and become familiar with my works with the end result being they could feel justified in helping me fullfill a life-long dream of higher education, and write me a glowing recommendation? Otherwise, I will just have to contact my old college professors and get new ones from them to replace the older ones they wrote me before, which is inconvenient as they go on sabbaticals and not always timely.

And, there is no rush, who has money to go to grad school anyways, plus twenty class hours a week on top of a five year old I take care of and work?

rough wikiwiki

I had a strange dream that actress Allison Mack and I were a cartoon crime-fighting team last night. And, then it got stranger when Sierra Reed and Erinn Lobdell from the TV Show Survivor were in my dream. It is when you realize that Smallville and Survivor are both shown at 8 pm Thursdays on different channels that you start to fully appreciate the weirdness of us all being there together.
At least I think so, I mean come on... They are on different networks!

I need a bigger house!

When I was a small child, my mum had a friend who had a house on the side of a hill, and I guess they meet in an art class, so this woman had a huge studio stretching the back of the house overlooking the valley. Total fantastic clutter of easels and desks and paint and brushes and books, and I fell in love. I want a huge enormous creative space that I never have to apoligize for or what-not.
I want the whole brass band, I want to throw huge wonderful parties exhibiting my art works, I want a space to create those future art works, I want to not have to throw everything in a box if someone visits me because where I create art right now is also where someone would have to sleep if I had visitors that wanted to sleep. I want people to not sleep in my space.
I need a bigger house.
No sleep in my art space. I get very little done having to pack things up and unpack things again.
I want automony.

kinda feel lessened

I don't think this piece translates well here, when it is so frakking beautiful on paper. There is something about being able to focus in on the brush work, the texture of the paper and seeing how it uniquely directs the ink that can never be replicated, the way it flows I mean.
Anyway, this is just the first step in the long trail, I am due to start the larger format (30" by42") of white charcoal on black paper a day or two after May 30th and then I wil lgo back to a smaller format of regular size bristol paper of black ink on white. I should look into going to an art store and getting scratch board, I think it would go nicely, white on a black field.
I am not a 100% pleased with the above image, but it was a good starting point and I wanted to do a simplified version first. The ones following will be more complex but along this theme.

I like Bowie

David Bowie once said, "Talking about art is like dancing about architecture."
That's his opinion, but tell me how many musicals have come out about architecture since he said that?
I'm guessing zero. I think he is correct, and I am wondering about all those long college classes discussing art that I took. I could have been dancing about architecture instead, getting exercise.
I can only guess what doing the polka about doric columns would look like, or heaven forbid, the lambada.

Yesterday's post, published today, as set for tomorrow

Look, he has a FORK! How cute, he thinks he's people!

He'll never get anywhere in the restaurant service industry serving food with his hands, I would think, unless it is some new european thing? Oh, it is? Well, then very well.