Upmann

I started a new project today yet unnamed. Its exciting to notice I'm starting to develop a style after years and years of being a student of the trade. I used to (and still) look at other artists specific style and think it was completely impossible for me to have that much zazz in my works. Slowly but surely I'm seeing myself developer and think i deserve a pat on the back for progress and hard work paying off. Not to say I'll be slowing down or stop learning any time soon.

OH. i also made some bangin' veggie burgs I'm pretty proud of. /all.

excerpt from my sketchbook today. gen ed lectures are likely the most artistically inspiring things you can experience. the top picture is a project for my character design class. and now i make the bear child fly a kite (2d homework that i should have started two weeks ago).

i am full of short sentences.

bite the bullet, baby.

Do more.

Be more.

Be better than him, but only just.

Don't give up too much

or they'll just grow to expect.

Sometimes you must disappear

if only for dramatic effect.

..

This is not one of those times.

Fan you feathers and

let them point out your lack of

symmetry.

I knew the world was over, so I took a look outside

Sketchbooking and neutral milk hotel listening. happy thursday!

Testing 1-2...3, 4, 5, 6......

I put off getting a tablet for a while because it seemed frivolous. Finally gave in last week and ordered one when I was also getting CS5 and I cant put it down. I don't know how I got along without one. This is a close up of a portrait of my friend that Ive just been working on for about an hour or two. I've done about a dozen 'tests', but yet to tackle my homework. This is better than that time i finally figured out the dry brush technique! But there is purpose to this particular test.




This is also a study for a main character in Songs About Driving. Ha! Relevance found!!

This is the same painting a bit earlier in the process

xoxo

THE TABLET IS MIGHTIER

Finally gave in and got a tablet. I can't remember life before it

The paper burned down to my lips and stung a bit startling me awake. Jim Beam had dribbled down my tee shirt. I was a mess. I lit another cigarette and laid back on the roof of the beater looking up at the stars. I realized that I don’t dream anymore since I hit the road. The revelation was sad. Dreaming was the part of sleep I cherished the most. It made it seem like more than physical necessity. Everything seemed that way now. I sleep, eat, smoke, drink and fuck because my body feels an uncanny urge to do these things. My pleasures have become my needs. I am the doomed protagonist in my own story. And I finish another poorly rolled dart. I may as well be smoking the good stuff at this rate. I had begun rolling my own cigarettes shortly after the realization that cash was running low. I would no longer be able to afford a brand name and eat consistently so I had to compromise. I swung the Taurus into a dead corn field that evening about 30 miles outside a ghost town where I ate an egg sandwich at Waffle House. It stalled out in a mud slick in the field which surprised me because I hadn’t seen it rain in a week. Smoke billowed from under the hood. I didn’t bother checking it. Six hours later I’m still stranded out here mumbling to myself and gargling down bourbon. The hope in my mind is that the farmer on the other end of the shotgun I will undoubtedly wake up to is a reasonable man.