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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Who's Listening?

Are you? You need to. No one else can hear it, not so clearly as you. They can see the envelope. The letter inside isn't meant for them.



Change will happen, no matter what you want. You might as well make it deliberate. It's better than being swept out with the tide.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

On the Following Tuesday.

I thought you deserved to see a more recent piece.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Grump.

Shit doesn't shovel itself.



Nobody's gonna get you out of this but you.



Get to work.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

My Own Private Saturday.



More personal work. I started this series in late 2006, I think; details stick but dates, they often swim out of my head. Art therapy. Good as pharmaceuticals and cheaper by the dozen, too.

Some of the images I've developed, like the one in the previous post, came straight from my pen, no planning nor pondering. Then there are the pages I filled with thumbnails for bigger projects. This sketch comes from one of my noodle-sheets.

Considering that, I probably should post another finished sketch too, don't you think? Yep. Thought that's what you'd say.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

In Person, Part One.

No, not really. This is (as noted) number 64 in a series of....? Who knows? I don't, but I am curious where they'll eventually lead.

Processing via art: funny, it's something we do naturally when we're kids. Then we become Big Grownup Artists and we must "set aside childish things".

Must we?

I'm coming to realize how foolish that advice is, as seen through common wisdom.

It's always worth giving things a second glance. Chances are, you missed something.






Sunday, August 10, 2008

What the hell?



Welcome, August. Summer's coming to a close. And life? Life's crazed, but good.

I labor now for Red5 Studios, easily the best place I've ever worked for, full stop. Being at Red5 has done wonders to mitigate the bad experiences of my first year in the OC. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Though I have to make mention of the good that took place in the past 12 months. It wasn't unmitigated badness. Meeting and working with Stone Perales; Del, Bryan, Aaron, Geoff, Dave, Jennifer, Will, Bronwyn and the other cool folks at Meteor; doing some decent Magic art, getting back into plein air, getting to see all those I've missed at SDCC, even if it was for just a day. Taking Marshall Vandruff's anatomy class. If you haven't, do yourself a huge favor and take it. Friends and family, first and foremost, got me through to where I stand now.

Right this minute? I'm happy. And I AM what I am. Dig it, Stinky.