Thought I’d end as I began with another self-portrait of the current messy me. I’ve seen my doctor and I’m currently giving some meds a try. They really seem to take the edge off and give me a noticeably more relaxed demeanor. Been napping more too. All in all, I think I’m heading in the right direction. Just need to get up the nerve to start some counseling. Gotta sort out this mess and vent some too.
Thanks for bearing with me this year. Hopefully things will pick up around here as I continue to improve. Catch you later!
The fever of Summer is breaking and so is my resistance to the abuse I suffered at the hands of my half-sister, mother and father. I’m succumbing to it all but fear not, for I am seeking help. I have made an appointment with my doctor and I plan to ask for advice, medication and a referral to a good counselor. It’s the waiting that’s killing me right now. The disease howls and I am coming perilously close to doing irrevocable damage to my marriage. I just hope the help doesn’t come too late and I hope my wife can, in time, forgive me somehow. I really should’ve headed down this current path a good year or more earlier.
The good news is October is so very close now and I burned a bunch of vacation to ensure that I have every single damned weekend off! I need my rest, especially right now. As for OPG 2014, I plan on mostly posting on the weekends with sporadic postings during the week if I have time. I’m not going to push myself. I can get myself into serious trouble by thinking that I’m stronger than I am. Nonetheless, staying at least a little busy with the OPG will be good, I can use the distraction while I bide my time.
That’s it for now. If things come together I’ll post the first of the month, definitely by the weekend of all else fails. See you then oxoxoxo
Okay, I’ve been trying not to make a big deal out of this but I finally got to the point where I had to come right out and say something. I’ve been adding my work to my Redbubble account and they sell stickers with your artwork printed on them if you want them to and OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS GUY IS SO DING-DANG CUTE AS A STICKER!!! You may remember him from this post where I was trying to pass him off as an ominous symbol of fear but, no, he’s not scary, he’s a cutie pie! Just click on the image to check him out on the Redbubble. Also, check out my Store page for more of my works if you’re curious.
Oh my word have I been a great big huge procrastination pants lately! Friend and fellow perpetrator of art Jesse Campbell was awesome enough to create this banner for my site a while ago (you may have already seen it over at ZOMBIE BITES in the side bar) and I am just now getting around to presenting it here. I know, right?
Anyway, I’ll stop beating myself up about it and just say this is a pretty fucking awesome banner and I’m very proud to offer it to all who may favor my site with their presence. Grab it up, shrink it down and plonk it in your side bar and, most of all, give Jesse some thanks, some cash or at least a thoughtful comment on his work.
That’s it for now. I hope to increase my posting frequency in the future so check back later for more and thanks for stopping by!
So I was watching an episode of Adventure Time called “The Jiggler” (spoiler alert!) where Jake and Finn unwittingly lure a baby creature away from its mother and take it home with them. The baby soon gets sick and basically starts puking blood. Instead of getting help for the poor thing they ultimately decide that all they need to do is plug the hole it’s puking from but the creature has multiple holes on its body it can puke from so they resort to using their collections of glass eyes and eye patches to plug all the holes in an attempt to stop the puking. This was very troubling to me since my abusive fuckhead father had worn a glass eye when he was younger and by the time I knew him always wore an eye patch. So here Jake and Finn have sacrificed their precious collections in a effort to “save” this baby. Moments before the young creature explodes from their gross mistreatment of it, they show a shot of it as a quivering mass with glass eyes shoved into its holes and eye patches strapped around its body, sitting in a puddle of its own puke-blood while still slowly leaking more puke-blood from its many plugged holes. Needless to say, I was more than a little disturbed at this point. When the creature explodes it doesn’t die. Instead, puke-blood goes everywhere and it gets all stretched out like a big rubbery noodle. So now our intelligent heroes panic and decide to gather up the sick, exploded, noodle baby into a pile and just smash it all back together as if it were just a bunch of modeling clay. Maybe I was taking things a little too seriously but by this point I was a little horrified and experienced a legitimate stress response in my gut. Miraculously, smashing the baby back together using brute force doesn’t kill it and after all the kidnapping, abuse and attempted murder they eventually return the baby to its mother.
Now, while I’m a both a fan and creator of disturbing imagery and have great respect and admiration for anyone who can effectively illustrate the weird and stupid things that can happen in a surrealistic dream-like state (pretty much the core of what Adventure Time is about), this particular episode really hit just a tad too close to home for me. Anyway, long story short: I watched “The Jiggler” and afterwards I drew the image you see above.
Rediscovered this guy tonight. Like the look in his eyes. This is one of a series of Sharpie drawings I’m doing on what turned out to be some pretty crappy watercolor paper. Well, I suppose it’s really more a matter of taste. If you happen to ENJOY painting on a material that is basically thick paper towel then I guess it would be the PERFECT watercolor paper for you. For me, I’ll be sticking with the Strathmore from now on.
In other news, I have officially licensed some artwork to Perception of Pain. Speaking of which, they will be playing a gig this Tuesday, February 4th in Calgary. If you’re in the area definitely stop on by and give a listen!!
I sat here and tried to get in the mood to say something about this guy but this guy is just me. A fussy, detailed, neurotic creation that is afraid of taking a chance. Afraid of chasing a dream that requires a wholehearted effort if it is to have any hope of a mature completion. Assuming completion is even something that is possible with this sort of thing. Perhaps a mature pursuit is more appropriate. Maybe I just need more time.
As for technique and execution, I got back into my fussy details and my beloved fuzzy feathers again. Great stuff for burning off excess nervous energy : ) Thanks for taking a look.