behind the scenes...

a digital version of tummyache

the original sketch, now covered in acrylic
(i think i like it best of all)

topic 54: bustle

bustle...

i should have reversed it and made it a le bust.

anyway one of the best things about living in sf was the feeling of living in a pulsating breathing city...

there was a sense of... like being a part of something bigger than yourself, or being in a womb, especially when underground.

week 50: signs

i guess i should have seen this as a sign.

monday art day: laughter

this came from a few different places. originally in honor of my hate of nature it was going to be a puppy or bird of butterfly in the spray but then i thought that id rather not be hated by all...

that, and i do hate mosquitoes , and you do too. so now im a hero.

um... ya tai!?!!

wtf: more robots

robot hate monkey

tummy ache

9 1/2"x8" acrylic on wood

more robot greatness

who will love me now?

5 1/2"x9" acrylic on wood

on that note, i was listening to say anything while working on this, and i think that its true, every man has a molly.

"Every Man Has A Molly"

Here I am, laid bare, at the end of my rope. I’ve lost all hope. So Long!
Molly Connelly just broke up with me over the revealing nature of the songs.
You goddamn kids had best be gracious with the merch money you spend
'cause for you I won’t ever have rough sex with Molly Connelly again.

Here I am, laid down, at the end of my rope, wishing I had not been born.
Now I’ve spewed too much. I can never shut it up. I thought you should be warned
And I implied black sky took the needle to my eye and sucked out all its glow,
Woah! Molly Connelly ruined my life. I thought the world should know.

I can’t stop thinking about what she did wrong to me.
I can’t figure out just what I did wrong.
I’ll kill myself thinking about the things that you did to me, Molly Connelly.

Can't stop thinking about what she did wrong to me.
Just can't figure out just what I did wrong.
Kill yourself thinking about things that you did to me, Molly Connelly.
KC!

Can't stop thinking about...
Just can't figure her out...
Kill myself thinking about my Molly Connelly.

Can't stop thinking about (I can't stop thinking about it)
Just to figure out (I won't stop thinking about it)
Kill yourself thinking about Molly Connelly.
(I’ll kill myself! I’ll kill myself! I’ll kill myself!)

i can relate.

topic 53: (go) figure

i remember once, i was walking through a blockbuster with an ex one friday night and made some comment on how boring our lives had become.

a video store on a friday night.

last friday i was walking through a safeway alone and thought to myself, go figure.

painting for sale

8.5"x19 3/4" acrylic on wood

freshly finish as of 10:45 this evening i think that ill be offering this original piece up for sale, if interested drop me an email.

last cat post for now...

ive posted twice before on this topic, and from the start this is the one i wanted to lead off with.

there were times when my ex's mother took her and her grandchild out to WI to visit family.

and that put me in the position of house sitter.

well the last time i did it they had this old ass cat named willie, who was seconds away from death.

they left him in my care

and he didnt die

he was an old annoying meowing wtf man to the end

and i had to help him up onto beds that were too high to walk up to


but he clung to life, until they got back and put him down,

i probably would have sneezed less if they had done it sooner

and he probably wouldnt have been in so much pain

another, well, the original cat

this was a sketch i had done previous to the cat post below. i like it for different reasons although they are arguably the same drawing...

sfg: cats

nothing deep or meaningful here, just a cat.

studio friday: striver or seeker

the prompt: striver or seeker:

"Which one are YOU??

Do you know exactly where you are headed and go to your goal in a super straight line which makes you a "Striver" and have you always known from the beginning? Or do you start out now quite sure what or where or how and go through twists and turns making your path longer and looking like a criss crossy chaotic kind of path that eventually will lead you to a place you love and that fits like a glove in the same way it does the Striver? In that case you are a "Seeker". Neither path is right or wrong or better, they are just different. Does your studio space or art itself maybe reflect this in any way??"

by definition i would seem to be a seeker.

to be honest though i dont know what the hell i am right now...

inspire me thursday: silence

there are many things that im having to get used to, moving back, and one of them is the absence of the ever present sounds of a city.

going outside at three in the morning, its odd to be greeted by silence.

week 49: citrus

when my mom moved a few months ago, we found a lime tree behind the spa gazebo structure built off the back of the house.

so of course we took as a sign from god and went out and bought a twelve pack of coronas.

and had the best moving experience ever... i think... i dont really remember actually.

why not

whales are mammals too and all...


oh and do you think this might be fun to wear on t-shirt?

just wondering.

art jumble: hero and villian. also, originally, legend but i never got around to posting it

hero and/or villian...

a despoiler of our womens and our youth or a porn ethics advocate?

and the legend of ron jeremy will forever be a point of controversy

side note, i think its kinda scary that i can draw this guy from memory without refrence... i wholly blame orgasmo.

studio friday: seven deadly sins; pride

i realize that these sequential posts paint me in a less than stellar light.

i guess that i come off as an uncaring insensitive asshole.

the thing is, im not, at least i dont think that i am.

i guess its partially that these are the seven deadly sins, and and pride is a sin of sorts...

and i do have ace eyes.

but she would, at odd time ask for these random validations, when i would never be the one to offer them when something about her struck me.

and that was often.

so i never quite got her baiting me for complements and hence the sarcastic, although accurate, responses.

my damaged eyes, my pride.

topic 52: eyes

i was going to go another direction with this one, and i will still do the original, but i think that concept fits better under pride, well i guess this one would too but for vastly different reasons.

as ive mentioned a few times this last year or so i was in a relationship where i took up the role of " father" to a beautiful little girl. and while that relation ship has ended i find myself missing that child far more that i ever thought i would.

this week the topic is eyes.

towards the end of the relationship i found myself finding it too difficult to explain to strangers who would comment on how cute she is, and was she mine, or how proud i must be... etc.

at some point i just smiled and said yes she was mine, or yes i was, or whatever.

it was easier, and what more i found myself wishing it was true, she was this incredible kid.

the thing that always got me though was when people would say, " she looks just like you," or, "she takes after your side."

sometime right in front of her mother.

and id smile and think: "yeah, just like me in that she has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth in the right configuration..."

the thing was if people were to really pay attention they might notice that her mother and i had blue eyes, and little "c" had brown.

it would have been virtually impossible, genetically speaking, for her to have been our child.

god i miss that kid.

remember v.2

something i sketched out last night.

the pen did run dry, and i could have finished it with another, but it didnt seem right to do that.

ifn: cardboard box

during the recient move i came to the conlusion that i hate packing, i hate lifting and that i hate seeing my life packed into boxes.

i also realized that you dont know how many books you have until you have to pack them.

week 48:neighbor

for awhile, i lived in this small in-law apartment. basically a room with a bathroom and kitchenette attached. it was nice for the most part, in expensive, in a nice area and all but there was one thing that was made living there a virtual hell.

the upstairs neighbors.

now dont get me wrong, they were nice enough and mostly unobtrusive, but they did this one thing that really would drive me insane.

they would have loud rhythm less awkward clumsy sounding sex during the early hours of the morning, either waking me up or keeping me up on nights when i had to wake early for class.

thier bed was directly above mine, and they had an old metal frame and hardwood floors.

it was a brutal year living there.

BBWW: Fat Wonder Woman

as of the time of this post it has not been added to the blog that inspired it, if you would like to see other artists take on the subject and more information:

BBWW: The Fat Wonder Woman Blog

ifn: folk tales and legends

it is my belief that comics are contemporary american mythology.

comics, not just for nerds or geeks...

to wit, how many people who wouldnt read a comic will go see spiderman 3?

topic 51: botanical

i honestly almost didnt do this one.

i couldnt think of anything to do, until i was outside earlier watering my moms plants...

i really dislike the yardwork but due to my current situation i really cant complain. well i could but not in good faith.

the thing is, and this post kinda illustrates the point of the 52 fridays project. i started it for a few reasons, on of which was to see how much my life would change over the course of a year, week by week. and a year ago i would have never thought id be where i am today, not that its a bad place, there are far worse, but unexpected.

so here i am looking for employment and watering plants.

studio friday: seven deadly sins; envy

being single, there are certian places that are harder to go to than others, especially when youve been in these places as a couple.

rooms, houses, cars, diners, movie theatres, parks, bars, subway stops, beds... okay

everywhere


fuck

fine.

i envy those couples i see when im sitting at a booth with my backpack.

week 47: remember

its taken less than a week to remember why i hated it here, its the people. not the ones that im close to, not my family, its those small people from small worlds who posture, who would be slapped down as fakes, as phonies anywhere else. i sat there listening to their bravido and i felt sick.

i have two more versions that i will be posting in the next few days