Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Fun with Black & White
Monday, November 10, 2008
Futures and Sutures at Bargain Prices
Friday, October 31, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Satisfaction is a Mere Bug in my Hand and a Gritty Pearl on my Knee
Spoonerism is a speech trend where folks will switch letters (or sometimes even whole words!) within a phrase or sentence- mostly by accident, or sometimes as a joke. It was made famous by an Oxford professor named William Archibald Spooner, who apparently couldn't help but do it all the time. I do this sometimes when I'm tired or full of beer. Over the past few years (or maybe it's my whole life?!) I've noticed that even when I'm not tired at all, I have a diminished faculty for speech. Maybe, as some folks are uncoordinated and trip over their own feet, I just have a clumsy tongue and palate? All I know is it sucks when you try to tell a joke, and the punch line comes out, "Yarr! It's knivin' me druts!"
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Small Sketches, Large News
A cat wrestler, plus notes from a meeting.
So, then, I've got a new job coming up, whereupon I'll spend 6 months working on a schooner out of St. Croix. I'm flying down on November 24th and sailing back sometime toward the end of May, so I've got a little less than 2 months to make as much arts as possible. I'm trying to feel like this:
...But I'm actually feeling more like this:
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I Just Wanna Wrap You In My Tentacles
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Jacket Makeover, part 2: Attack of the Bedazzler!
Back design after lettering and rhinestones were added. I didn't feel the need to use a lot of rhinestones for the back of the jacket, as it's pretty complicated already.
For the front, I be-gemmed the lapels and crosses. Here I used less restraint. Given that the front design is simpler than the back, I didn't want it to seem like an afterthought. I'm kind of excited about the end result. I've never really done anything like this before, so it was a scary experience. Y'know, new and untested frontiers an' all. I think maybe I will take Lauren's suggestion and decorate a pair of skates next!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Jacket Makeover, part 1
Anyway, here is the sketch I'm using:
All outlined out and ready to start painting!
Gray and white go on smoothly; neons not so much.
Color is added... plus sparkly gold puff paint! Thank you, Wal-Mart, and thank you, Cranston.
Adding in the lightning. I mixed the flourescent orange with white so it'd be easier to lay in. Plus being lighter and less saturated, it wouldn't compete so much with the rest.
End of day 1. Still to come: Lettering, studs and rhinestones, plus clouds and lightning for the front of the jacket.
My room is a mess!
Friday, September 5, 2008
My New Favorite Card
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Give Me A Fast Ship, For I Intend To Have Sex..tants.
Small sketching from a trip to the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem. The museum's had stuff added on since the last time I was there, which was disorienting- but a good trip nonetheless. I learned something new about John Paul Jones- naval hero during the Revolution and former captain of the sloop on which I sailed as an awkward 14-year-old- He's totally a looker. Who knew?
Also: DON'T PAY FOR WITCH LESSONS. I've never been to magic class, but I'm pretty sure you won't be able to fly on a broomstick. Plus, how would you be evaluated? "Ashley's astral projection seems to have improved in past weeks- or at least that's what it looks like. I mean, I don't know where she's going, but her physical presence looks pretty spaced out. So like, wherever she is, she's not here. I think." What was it P. T. Barnum said? "There's a sucker born every minute."
Sunday, August 10, 2008
They Call Me "Beastmaster"
Monday, August 4, 2008
More work should have happened
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Stand By To Stand By to Stand By
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Roller Derby Ref Thanks
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Love, Loyalty, and Feeling It Out With Your Tongue
Will I ever be able to use my new iPod?
Am I doomed to have to alter every uniform I'll ever wear?
Will my students' parents crucify me for showing uncensored comics in class?
Whatever, I'm going to have frozen raspberries and beer for dinner again.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Small sketches: actual size
Around RISD, drawing with Laura on her visit. View from my therapist's waiting room, with words overheard.
Finally, an update!
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Current events are a bummer
On a different but no less somber subject, I wonder when the curfews and watches will let up in Central Falls and Pawtucket? Gang violence strikes me as especially sad because in most cases perpetrators and victims alike are just kids. Helder Tomar was just 19, and the other kid that died was 16.
I'm not at all a part of that world, and never have been. My high school, however, was full of kids that were, so we'd get the lectures about why not to join a gang- One of the reasons cited as to why kids do join gangs is fear. Gangs offer protection from, well, rival gangs, I guess. I think it actually has less to do with fear of "the other"- being in this case other gangs, other kids, the boogeyman, whatever- and more to do with the fear of a larger, intangible enemy. For many of these kids, especially kids from CF, the world is so pathetically and oppressively small, and the future simply doesn't exist. I feel like kids join gangs as a desperate attempt to inject meaning into their lives and feel as if they belong to something bigger than themselves. They fight for a cause, for their block, their school, their friends, for respect- against kids just like themselves.
You could say, "Work hard in school, get a scholarship, go to college," but it's easy to say when your school isn't a fucking wasteland of budget cuts, anger, and stillborn idealism. There is no easy solution. I can't say that my theory is right, even. I'm just ranting because it blows and I'm angry.
Oh, yeah, and I made a card. : )
Thursday, May 1, 2008
This next set was from last night's ProvSketchy figure drawing session, which is double-breasted fun for every artist of every skill level or age. Well. Maybe the 11-year-olds should stay home. My compatriots and I were all kind of rusty. I hadn't done figure drawing in almost a year. I'm a bad person! Good thing I disciplined myself by drawing cute girls with big boobs. I have to say, though, if you looked at my sketchbook it'd be kind of hard to pick out the life drawings from the idle sketches because the subject matter is EXACTLY THE SAME. Could it be I'm just a prurient creep after all?