loved indeed...

feeling worthless? have you not been hugged by a white bearded man for a while? then go find him, or her if possible, and wrap your sweet arms around them. you are loved indeed...

dirty animals..

sometimes you meet people who just want to tell you how good they think they have it...and then they want to show you...and then they say you're shy for not looking..

Internet lies...

it's quite easy to find way too many people who believe they possess great wisdom, who have an Instagram account, and thus share their "deep and loving advice" to the populous on "how to be a better person". ignorant, narrow and simple-minded statements ensue. perhaps the same could be said for this exact thing i'm doing now...posting to my blog or Facebook. guess i just want to rid of the lies, for God's sake..

little finger paintings on cels...

bring'n back the cels.  front-->back.  as kids my brother and i loved learning about the animation process and so would try to create our own cels with our own characters.  now, everything is digital and everyone and their mom's an artist.  it's just too easy..

OMG...

Facebook...setting the moral standard.  convenient giving.

at the Mojo Lounge...

-Stevenson Proffitt on guitar and mic...

the universe don't give a fiddler's fart...

new brush. trial picture...

have always enjoyed the speckled look that airbrush or paint/toothbrush can give.  so, tried to recreate something of the sorts.  and the bottom one, well, that's just some foolishness..

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another bar scene...

a lighter touch..

sometimes, perhaps, it's good to step outside yourself into gentler territories.  i've forgotten what it's like to draw kind things.  bit of discomfort :-)

bad body..

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'rich man giving'

this is my small contribution to the Ronald Searle auction happening on ebay around mid July.  proceeds will go to shipping Searle's original work to the Cartoon Art Museum in San Francisco.  show will appear around this Fall.  that night will be an exciting one

click here to see all the great art..

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images from the book..

for some reason or another it's been a real delight to have my book on me wherever i go and drawing as i please.  what's produced is sheer comfort and joy-- sometimes mad frustration.  i don't know, there seems to be a feeling of an unknown life event that's on the cusp of taking affect.  and the way my mind has been wondering and wrestling with the heart i can't help but think what pleasure or pain awaits my future, and where am i being led with just all of this.  am i being led even and simply walking the same cliché path as the rest with little care..

                                   

"you think too much.."

trying to do this animation thing again because i's likes it. another drunk person. this time with a moving mouth and word slurs coming out. don't judge my efforts..

new book. first page..

the feel'n of scratching that image onto the first page of the new book you made is one of the best feel'ns i can feel..you feel me?!

troubled christian..

a pleasant man..

looking robot..

this is sort of my troubling thought process for figuring out what feels right or not..

SwaggleRock...

doing this little drawing in the morning and having a bit of a laugh, i was ONCE AGAIN reminded, after my lil sister text me to turn on the news, that whatever i'm doing in my tiny life there is always something greater at work in this world, whether good or bad, and that it's all around me in openness and in secret. today, we noticed a very bad incident that affected many. 

let's strive for the true good, my friends, and be mindful of the larger picture. praying for the hurt..and that's more than just what's happening in Boston

elephant piano..

dream number one

the first fully digital painting i've done in quite some time. it was imagined from this semi-nightmare i had the other night...basically an unknown girl was floating in a bathroom. she gently was lowered onto her feet, and then just stared at me with these intense eyes. her pupil's began showing from a deep red. so, full of fear i just started whaling on her face and knocking her around. i grabbed her and tossed her into the tub, where then i picked up a glass cup and shoved it in her mouth. frantically, i started kicking that glass further into her mouth hoping she would swallow it. but, after each kick, the figure started turning into a little girl with normal flesh tones, and less like a dead-skin blue. i stopped and looked at her not knowing what happened. she was absolutely adorable. she said, "i can breath again." so i picked her up and held her tight. walked out the bathroom where it was bright and warm, then set her down so she could run and play. she seemed grateful and full of joy. it was interesting to say the least..

Dutch Flat and cemetery...

had an absolutely great weekend at Dutch Flat with some family friends.  stayed in a refurbished hotel with many themed rooms.  of course i chose the one that was most like a bordello...