Saturday, September 09, 2006

Apartment Sketches

Every time I come up with a character who's got his own place, I can't help but fill out the workings of his abode in my head. I've been putting the most time into Dennis Randall lately, and today I felt the need to sketch out my visions of his apartment. So I did. They came out pretty cruddy, but I got all the basics down. I felt relieved to get that out, that's for sure. Maybe I'll do a polished drawing of the interiors sometime.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Therapy Art

I should do this more often. You know, I have these little things from the past just digging at me...frivolous little conversations where I've just messed up. "DUH" moments, you're beating yourself up, everybody has them. It's just that I tend to dwell on them for ridiculous amounts of time. Those little things get to me. Hell, I have memories spanning back years that refuse to leave me alone. Just. Stupid. Shit.

So here's what I am going to try to do more often. I want to illustrate these haunting miniscule moments. Therapy art, you can call it that. Today's was particularly petty, but I felt the heeling effects right away. Ahhhhh.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Dennis and Anudda Oldie

That's Dennis for you. Let me tell you something about Dennis. He's a sad guy. He's always got to keep up this snubby intellectual image or he can't tolerate himself. He's a lot of fun if he's got the energy to keep up his force-feild of bullshit, but if you were to see him alone and's nothing short of depressing. If only Dennis could learn to truly love himself and not rely on his massive ego to keep content. Shit, that's sad. So here's a hideous old character of mine named Rudy:

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Good Bad Taste

Today I pondered on the topic of transgressional art and the difference between good trash and bad trash. I would make my argument in my own words, but since I am so sleepy at the moment here is a quote from the lovely John Waters (because he puts it better than I could anyhow):

"Good trash is, you never look down on it. You look up to it. I'm in awe of really bad taste because I don't have that freedom. I'm not talking about hip bad taste–that's a completely different thing. I find it offensive that yuppies would have pink flamingos on their front lawn. But at the same time, if someone goes out and buys them because they think they're beautiful and puts them on their front lawn–to me, that is amazing, and I respect that. I find true bad taste freedom for many people. I don't look down on them, and I think that's the difference between 'good' bad taste and 'bad' bad taste -- that you don't feel superior to what you're satirizing."

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Ol' Fashioned Racism

MmmMM! Just like momma used to make!

Man, I got pissed at school today. Sometimes I just can't handle it -- the insensitivity the patronizing, and the hate speech. I don't have a good tolerance for idiocy in the first place, so I especially don't deal well when I'm forced to listen to the thick-skulled dolts all damned day. Today I heard more racism than homophobia, which is unusual. All the kids at my table in third hour were discussing how "messed up" it is for their white friends to be hanging out with black kids. I re-call the pizza-face football player sitting next to me saying, "I wouldn't be caught dead talking to a black chick, that's so nasty". All I could do was hang my head and let the ink flow.

Monday, September 04, 2006


Thank goodness for Labor Day. I'm not quite ready to go back to school, despite my lax weekend. There are still so many things I need to catch up on concerning my social life inperson and online, and then there are tasks I still have not come around to like archiving this year's Oekaki Brawl and updating my dang website. I must have done all that intensive journaling for nothing last year, because I still can't keep a solid routine going.

The subject of today's sketch was suggested by Samuel K. Which reminds me: y'all need to check out Sam's new addition to his website, DODLE OF THE DAY!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

My Pride and Joy

This weekend I fufilled my promise to Clay and Nick that I would draw them in a lewd situation involving Sean Wolfe's slobbery dog tongue. They must've underestimated once again, because both of them seemed rather surprised that I went with their request (then posted it on Deep Thinking). My efforts payed off when Sean Wolfe saw the picture and responded with, "MY BRAIN IS MELTING". Above is my depiction of Sean Wolfe's reaction -- what one could only imagine from his single statement.