A doodle of my brother. His hair doesn't really look like that hough. And he isn't in a surreal expressionist surrounding either.
A picture of some rotting wood from around the sand box around my house
The building across from my sisters.
A lamp in my house.
Yes. That is the cambell's soup man.

A Bum! With a red hat!

same self portrait, one of my more common styles.

So there is a luvle self portrait made in Illustrator. The thing took forever to make and you lose alot of detail at this size but whatevs.

Techno and Identity

So its been a while. Life has been busy as well, though so i guess it's all a good thingy. For the past two weeks i have had class all day and everyday and my soul is slowly dripping out the toes of my shoes. Drawing is going well and for my portraiture class I just got an AMAZING assignment. I am supposed to draw a fictional character form a novel of my choosing, based on a single physical description. I haven't decided who to do yet. I was considering maybe the Count of Monte Cristo or Stan Gatz, but as i said, I have yet to decide.

My music is beginning to grow stale. I have a 2gb nano which is rather undersized and after a while hearing the same songs begins to tire you out. What I really want to listen to is just hours of trance and techno but alas, i have none of that music. The up-tempo thumping bass really just makes its way into your subconscious. It is really amazing that when you walk down the street listening to the stuff, you start walking in time, either slowing down or (usually) speeding up. I have become tired of music that requires an active listener. I usually listen when exhausted and it just doesn't make sense to me that it should take effort to enjoy.

I want to lose myself in simple, strong, beautiful repetition.
I want to lose myself in simple, strong, beautiful repetition.

Monks have that whole "OM" thing going for them. I want that peace. Life is too hectic and tiring.

I tried to upload my images but (alas, wailly wailly) my connection is short-bus slow and I am unable.

In recent days I got an assignment to make a Budweiser add in my own personal style. I froze. My style? What the fuck is my style? I mean everything I do seems to be allover the fucking place. I grow bored of working in a 'style.' Now coming to this realization begged another question, "Am I going to be an inconsistent mess for the rest of my life? Am I merely an imitator, incapable of developing anything substantial and independent? If so, is there anything I can do about it?" Anyhow. I decided that, no I was not an imitator so there.

I have identified several trends that exprese themselves repeatedly in my work, although not in all of it all the time. They are:

- Use of solid blocks of color to give form and shadow etc.
- A preponderance of black in most images.
- A certain 'unfinished' or 'unpolished' quality to all work.
- Vitality and violence of line.
- Sharp corners
- Use of color sparingly and for effect
- Preference for media which give rich blacks.
- A tendency to go 'too' dark.
- Blending the line between shape and line. (no pun intended)
- Representational

That was what I figured out about my work.

Others that are often but less common:
- A love of unnecessary and decorative patterns.
- Morbid sense of humor.
- Love of bad visual puns.
- Flatness of image

Ways that i misrepresent people:
- Noses too long.
- Eyebrows too dark.
- Cheekbones too prominent and high.
- Lips, just plain weird.
- Small chins.
- Overly square jaws.
- Eyes, over drawn, making them look wrinkely and old.

Lists to make:
A list of my favorite colors
A list of my favorite artists
A list on the reasons that making lists about lists is absurd.
A list of the top 5 video games of all time
A list of the top 5 things I need to stop doing (including playing video games).

Legitimate Post (pound-sign) 1

Recently my friend Adam lent me a stack of books that create "the Sandman" Universe. I cannot hell you when the last time I was so addicted to a world (other than out own). It is entriguing and ensaring and even when I find myself elsewhere I think about it and wish I was curled up somewhere quiet and unreachable slowly plodding through imperfect drawings attempting to illustrate a sublime universe. Truly, truly sublime.

I am also re-reading Scott McCloud's "Making Comics." It is a truly wonderful book useful for illustrators, story tellers and all those just plain interested in literary criticism. I have never seen so pure and perfect an examination of a form of literature. Truth be told I am re-examining it in order to better improve one of my current projects "Drugs and violence." (but that is all hush-hush and ask me in person si quieres mas).

I have also been doing an exceeding amount of figure drawing and spent six hours at it today, and i will spend six hours at it tomorrow. It is improving rapidly and in a manner I have never before experienced. Never before have I regretted going to dartmouth but just to imagine four years of such exponential improvement is impossible! I would be a god amongst men. But enough of my megalomania. Tomorrows night I shall photograph and post my drawings in order that you may all see them.

Oh and a short list:
Good TV shows:
Law and Order (all)
Scrubs (all)
Flight of the Concords (I have only seen one episode but their music is adictive).

or two...
Good Music:
Beastie Boys
Baden Powell
Simon and Garfunkel
Dj Tiesto

Newness and the firstness of blogging And mussings and verbosity.

It always seemed odd to me that people would gladly spill their guts about a digital forum: spreading freely information which would otherwise be held dear. I have experienced a certain willingness toward complete open-ness with complete strangers: either they judge you not or they judge you and matter not. Regardless. It does, however, seem to be somewhat cathartic (or however you spell that word that means simply 'good for your mental state.)

It is like a diary but more open. But I write this with no intended audiance. I am certain that soon I will send out the link and a few people will read it a few time but lets be honest: I will right first and foremost for myself.

I ought to be sad. I turned 21 102 minutes ago. I drank a bottle of champagne (the real stuff. From France. none of that Andres deliciousness and corruption). With my sister. Since then she has gone to bed and I am left to sleep on her leather couch. An interesting note: LEATHER IS MISERABLE! When you are hot, it makes you hotter. When cold, it is freezing. honestly sitting on the stretched skins of several dead cows in no way seems comfortable, or for that matter necessary. Regardless and back-to-the-task-at-hand. So I am twenty-one now and am sitting and witting the first entry in a blog that might see ten eyes total (that is 5 pair but counting me so really only 4 other people. ) In some way i feel like i should be out, slowly losing myself and mysanity in the pleasures of Bacchus. To be fair, my tolerance is not what it once was, but still a bottle of that sweet succulent nectar is insufficient to send me to the merry realm of Morpheus. I am conscious and of only a mildly-clouded mind. Regardless.

Welcome to my blog. There are several goals:

1) I hope to post musings I have on things. So vague...Better said (and in more coloquial english), 'i'll talk about whatever shit comes to me.' I think often but without thinking about thinking, my thoughts pass, like ignored dreams, into an oblivion of uselessness. (i must say writing in such a dramatic manner has a certain attraction, Oh if only I were of the Age of Dickens and writing heavy novels were a pleasure and a job!) So in order to preserve my thoughts (though admittedly they are often of middling quality or worse) i will place them on the infinitesimally large 'net.'

2) I want to put up the drawings I do. That will allow for both self critique and critique from others. Furthermore I hope it will help me identify certain trends within my own art and hopefully will give me insight into just what makes 'my' work 'mine.' But I have not high hopes. Truth be told I feel like right now I am doing some of my best technical work and I am a vain and narcisitic man who likes others to see what he does nicely.

3) I want to tell people things that nobody will listen to. I know this sounds surpassing odd but truth be told I don't expect readers and so I can say whatever I damn-well-please-thankyou-very-much. Herein lies the cathartic element of this 'blog.'

(come think of it i don't know why i used those half-assed quotation marks around 'blog [there they go again] maybe it is done in order to show my own lack of familiarity with the space, if certainly not the term.

But regardless, my few and infrequent guests:

I bid you welcome and make yourself at home. If nothing else, draw from this a moment's enjoyment at my expense. I don't know, and even if I did I would not mind.

Welcome.