
Saturday, October 4, 2008
New comic cover
This is a comic cover I recently made for a client. Not really much I can say about it except it was a tiring effort lol. Anyways you guys should check it out. At some point I'll toss a link to where you can buy it online.


Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Still awake
caffeine, nicotine, uv free light from my smartlamp, and an obsession with drive-in movie commercials from the mid 50's on youtube have somehow won out over sleep. how strange.
I feel the need to share one with you.
I feel the need to share one with you.
Finally done!
Relief washes over me like waves onto a beached whale beckoning it home. Over the last several months I have been creating a cover for an employer. The comic cover, although fun has some kind of curse on it. nothing but bad luck has befallen me since I took the job. I don't know how to explain it but god damn I'm happy it's done. A job has never taken me this long before and I hope it never does again. My professionalism and reputation as an artist aside I feel bad that My employer had to wait so long for it. There was nothing I could do to push it ahead but nonetheless, guilt like the relief, wash over me simultaneously. I will be posting the comic cover shortly for anyone who is interested. It will also be in my flickr album.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Night after Night...
Why do I even feel like I need to put myself down on canvas anymore. My work seems trite, my life seems meaningless and without purpose, and I'm finding myself losing it more and more every day. I look into the mirror every morning after a long series of nightmares and can't even recognize my own face any more. Is this being an artist? why the fuck am I punished for being born this way. I am compelled by this sick addiction to get this shit out of my head. some people do this for money, some people do this for fame, fortune, cash, and valuable prizes. Let me let all of you in on a little secret. There is no other choice for me. Ever since I was younger If I don't paint or create something, anything, and push myself to the brink I lose a little bit more of myself. I ask insignificant questions and obsess over them. I'm only alive in my stupid little world of make believe, and it's killing me.
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