without the glasses

self portrait wip. 1 1/2 hours, bb.


speech
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90s animation and a few hun

Maybe I have been wordy enough lately? I like to think so. Certainly more wordy than I have in the past. Lets not make it too big of a precedent.

I love Swan Lake. I'm ok with my man Tchaikovsky. Ah, and the ballet. And don't get me started on The Dying Swan--that one makes my heart beat oh so sweetly. Oh~

I bring this up because I'm watching The Swan Princess on vhs right now, and while there are many parts of it I don't like, there are others that I do. Mostly the singing.



One day I will make an entire collection based of the jumbled version of the story. Oh, what will it be! What will it be! I'm excited about it already.

No, no, you stay there,

It's very difficult to get back into the rhythm of this blog, but here's to trying.

Since it is the new year I suppose I can just post up a list of goals here and call it quits for the night. Yes, that sounds nice.

Artistic goals on the short term: A list.

• Become comfortable with spray painting.
  
• Catch up on images, wips from early 2008 and earlier must be finished.
  
• Eventually all other wips from 2008 as well.
  
• Become a better artist.
• Do more.
• Learn more.
  

Sounds like good ones, eh.

Artistic goals on the long term: Another list

• Gain some recognition.
• Participate in the scene more.
• Publish something.
• Sell something.
  
• Gain a new perspective.
  

Ah. Easy.

January, what have you done?

After such a long absence one would think, ordinarily, that much would be said. But I am a person of little words. Lie: I never know what to write on this thing. Mostly, I would really hate for a future employer or something of that sort to find explicit contents about me. Maybe I should make a disclaimer: content might be questionably fictional; all events are subject to fabrication.

I might have promised not to post anymore photographs until I was substantially wordy.
So blame such people for my long absence. Myself? I was deep in the pits of dreamland, waiting for the first day of sun to come. And now it's here, and it's glorious, and I've been putting ideas into reality.

Maybe I'll share them soon.

Keep warm, kids, and mind your parents, if they love you, and if you love them.

What New Titles

I maybe like this one too much. I feel guilty when I look at something I did too favorably. It feels like a conceit, almost, but it's much more favorable than the constant 'not good enough' gloom that appears with other projects, so I'm not terribly apologetic.

The problem with working on a laptop, or specifically my laptop, is that the image I see isn't consistent on other computers. It looks saturated and heavy on one computer, and terribly underexposed on another. So. I'll eventually figure out how to deal with that. Hah. Ha.

^ btw I wrote all that two weeks ago and saved in 'draft' for the rainy day that I had to share something. Anyway, my feelings have changed a bit since the infatuated state. What a bother! Well. I guess I'll have to work on something that can be my new favorite. Tsk.

Anyway, Havod and an Angel about to be eaten. Concept drawing. Fanart. A bunch of things in one. They belong, justly, to thebutlerdidit at lj.

A full month!

Point in fact: I am not fond of kids. I think they are nice, but mostly if they keep their distance. So when my friend, who I've not seen in two years, brought her six month old to my friend's bridal shower, I had mixed feelings. But it was a slow-warming love that turned into a smittening. I must admit that part of it was due to the fact that the baby really dug my camera. And if there's any way to my heart, it's through my camera.





My make-shift, wobbly-glued family, plus one.

NMoD

This is a high school thing. No, the picture isn't from when I was in high school. But if you knew me during that period, then this picture makes perfect sense. Or it should. The Ninja Monkey of Doom. Yeah. Look, I was a Freshman, ok. No further explanation needed.

Anyway. I drew this for a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago. It's a quick doodle, so I have no idea why I feel the need to blather away, but hey, you don't have to read this if you don't want to. So yes, my alter ego. Blahblahblah.

Basic scene: The Ninja Monkey [o.D.] is stealing T-G-P's sekrit box. T-G-P is sleeping away, unaware. Ninja Monkey succeeds, of course, in stealing it. Or...do they?

only bone and muscle

that's what hands are. And other tiny things. I'm worn out. I hope you allow me a day off.

But if not, here's a video.



When my friend has her kid, I'm going to sing this song to them. Among many others. She's one of my favorite singers. And when I miss my mother, I put her on. Although my mother wouldn't sing that song, hahahahah. Her voice is magical.

Zine-podium

I was going to be mean and write about my grand adventure yesterday in Spanish--but I'm not. Mostly because I don't feel like digging out the dictionary to make sure I'm spelling things right. Curse you silent 'h'! And s, c, x sounds! And js and gs. And, well, I should probably work on it. A lot. I should do a lot of things.

You might've noticed that I'm posting twice on one day. Well, I am. There really isn't much to say other than that.

This isn't really a blog where I write about my adventures, so I won't go into too much detail, but here are some things I picked up at the Portland Zine Symposium.




Those are only a few. The rest don't have very exciting covers.

And a picture from my sketchbook that I worked on yesterday after inspiration hit from reading all those zines!



The image one the bottom is a repeat, but I liked how they looked together, so left it as it. The marker marks on the top one don't bother me, because it's the nature of a sketchbook. I just had to put that out there. Oh my, look, a very long entry. I'm a bit proud of myself.

lack of

Spent the last two days away having fun -- I have nothing to share for it but a to do list.
I'm not sharing that either.

I am sharing an old drawing I made for Valentine's Day.

Looking through my picture files, this one pops out the most to me. Ah, I love my Uru. I'm not going to check if I posted this one already, so if I did, hey, you get to see it again and read useless commentary.

There May Be

something against posting an entry for the sake of being able to post everyday. If you have nothing you want to say, don't say it, right? Obviously. But that's not the case here. And anyway, I suspect that I won't be keeping this same schedule every month, so might as well get one month where I get everyday. What circular logic that is -- the whole point, I hope you caught, is that I really don't feel like sharing anything to-night, but I will.

I'm just at the tip of finishing various projects that starting something new for the sake of it is both appealing and not. I want to finish what I said I would, but sometimes, I have to assert my self and draw what I want to, for me, because ultimately, that's what I'm doing anyway. Something like that anyway.

And drawing for other people is a stressful situation where you only have an inkling about what they want to see in their mind and the satisfaction, for me anyway, is short lived when you realized, after you turn it in, that you could have gone on a different, better visual, more interesting route.

Anyway, that's about it. Today was a word day. Who knows what tomorrow will bring! That's what I say.

Mornings are pretty

Cheese for breakfast is never a good idea. Too greasy. Ew. But coffee is always a classic.

The best thing about waking up early is the quiet. When you have house guest it's really a hard thing to find. So this morning, during that quiet time, I'm ruining it by typing.

Click Tap Click Click Tap Tap Tap Click

Loud.

I finished a bottle of Sparkling Cider by myself (it had been 2/3 empty before I got my hands on it) And I'm feeling productive. As always, the art work I'm working on is for a person, and I don't feel comfortable posting it before they get to see it first. Although, does it really matter in the end? Considering they always get the full size version and not the cut down smaller ones I put here. Maybe. Maybe not.

But! I can show a WIP image of a picture I already finished for someone. I'm rather fond of the finished piece, but there are elements I wished I kept. Mostly, parts of the background. Specifically certain brush patterns.



Maybe in a couple months time I will show all the WIP and the final picture. Or not. Depends. However I can talk about this picture for a bit. Nothing terribly interesting. Mayhaps it is best to wait until I have all of them to talk about and reference. But I will leave with two more [irrelevant] comments, I promise. First of all, it's really hard to find decent pictures of nagas, seriously. Lastly, do nagas even get that big -- let's say they do.

Slept the day away almost

Commas just get in the way of things and thoughts just head on straight up down sideways don't cage them in with walls and stops or pauses

what kind of funk: a bad one.

Wisdom of the day:
Melted Crayon Wax + Brushes = Death to brushes.
Conclusion: Hahah, fail.

Have an interesting video to watch:


My comment: Pretty awesome.

5 people

Fuck, I always do this last minute.

Five People Who Push Inspire Me: Or Some Shit Like That

• Lady, my Lady: She, I think, is one of the few that can jump right into my wavelength. She just gets me, and better than that, we can paint something together, and we are in sync, 100%. One day we will move in together, and our whole apartment will house art and random vagabonds, and I will play my guitar, and she will sing, and then we will drink good coffee and possibly share in the love of the world with some happy Oregon Green.
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• S-oh-rama, bobana: I almost missed out in a comfortable and welcoming friendship with Miss S, back in high school, but I didn't, so enough on that. We have the same work ethic, which means we stall until the last minute. She paints beautiful animals and adorable SD's, and I just do whatever crazy thing comes out. I don't think we can stop doodling, less someone take our hands and eyes. When she is in the country again, I will kidnap her (until dinertime, that is) and we will go somewhere nice, with ducks and geese, and just her and me and our sketchbooks, and the world will be a just place.
  
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• Banana-Baba: She can totally kick my ass. Seriously, with just one look. I spend the majority of my tween and early teens flipping through her sketchbooks and being in love with what she could do. I completely respect her as an artist, and I know that will not change.
  
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• D-vido: Because I believe one day Mr D will be able to backup his confidence with amazing strong work. I've met him when he was just starting drawing, and years later, it brings a warm glow to see him leap and bound ahead. And when he totally becomes way better than me, I'll have to kill him, but that's ok.
  
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• Lee-lee-lah: Even though L doesn't do art anymore, not with canvas and charcoal and soul, I'll always hope that she does. And that she does it with me. One day I will convince her to collaborate with me again, and when we do, we will create a whole new world filled with magic and wonder. (Fucking Disney.)