tall hall

watercolors are fun. i enjoy them when i don't have to try too hard, i can just throw down some color and go with the flow with whatever shapes i've got...this one is a boy sleeping in a warm lit hall. maybe, him and his cat got locked out of his apartment room and was too tired to care, so he just fell asleep dreaming in the tall hall...

bars

since i've been living in dirty L.A i've found it enjoyable to go drawing at bars once in a while, where it's even dirtier, but the people are pretty interesting. oh the stories that i overhear, the gossip, and drunken nonsensical statements about life and relationships. it's kinda understandable why folk go to bars to "relieve" themselves from the "problems" they've accumulated through the week. friday after work, you start your evening feeling super lousy, so you make your way towards the nearest and most "promising" joint. then you buy a few drinks for yourself and the hot chicks across from you, and you just get a talking and talking and talking. of course there is a giant bill you have to deal with afterwards, which then will probably add on to the headache you'll have in the morning when you search through your pants pocket and find the receipt with large numbers printed across. but, at least you had a good time, if you could remember it...p.s.this is not from self experience...remember, i'm the guy drawing in the corner all alone listening in to people's conversations, the weirdo. however, i sometimes can't keep the pretty ladies from coming up and talking to me.

my SISTER!

as little kids you don't exactly foresee, or really care for that matter, the journey your life goes on. for my sister kirstin, i don't think she knew exactly either. since we were young ones i knew that she had a heart so big she'd let it naturally pave the road of her journey. thus, she's in Kenya right now helping people and growing in many many ways. i can't believe this little girl i used to know is no longer that little, that in fact she's more mature and selfless than most. i feel she's doing more of Jesus' good work by actually DOING GOOD than those soapbox preachers who are all talk. every day she has to wake up and know she's in a place that has the appearance of being apart from God and his love...but the truth is that everyday people like my sister are there to express to those who feel abandoned that there is a true love and good, one without a soapbox, that involves aid to the sick and dying, communication to the broken hearted and motherless, and real hope. that's where her heart is and that's why she is so amazing...thanks kirst...

tortoise and hare...

the story trainees had an assignment to develop a story for the tortoise and the hare, where the hare was at a bar drowning his sorrows in booz (cause he's a loser), while the tortoise was humbly next to him sipping at his apple martini...that wasn't the exact scenario that was set up but along the same lines. so these are just a few characters. nothing crazy really...