Monday, September 26, 2011


If it's meant to be, it's up to me.

-Terry Gulick

(Thanks to my cuz Kristina for pointing me to this link:

My Favorite Songs

Common - The Light

This is such a beautiful love song to me. Like, as in actually, truly loving someone. I think it's honest, and I agree with every lyric. It's one of those songs you should dedicate to someone who truly deserves it.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

My Next Art Shows...

I'm writing this real quick before work (and, needless to say, a Dunkin Donuts coffee run), but I wanna do three more art shows before the year is up:

Steampunk Legion

A secret art show, presented by the Broward Art Guild

(which runs during Art Basel Miami

It'd be a lot of work comin' up, but it'll be fun.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Art Journal - The Mummy, Part 4

(For Part 3, click here.)

Here're the pictures from the inking process:




I knew I wanted the walls to be gold, but wanted to put some layers of black ink wash (washes?) over it. The problem was, the first brush stroke came out very grey, in the bottom lefthand corner.



Somewhere during the wash process, I realized some ink spilled into the table I was working at (in the kitchen; hence the table cloth). I started using that ink, which was watered down, to add the rest of the shading on the walls.


Here's the piece, as it was turned in to the Creep Cinema art show. I'd definitely like to make the top and bottom darker, and add some more hatching, but I was happy with the way it came out.


The opening night is Saturday, October 1st. Hope to see you all there! And be sure to "like" my Facebook art page.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Art Journal - The Mummy, Part 3

Here's an update on my illustration of The Mummy. I was going to put generic hieroglyphics up, but I changed my mind, and hid a phrase in there. I couldn't fit the vulture in with the rest of the word, so it is technically out of place. I'll pretend they wrote the phrase over and over again. I'm going to work on detailing him more (read: fugging him up more) before I start the inking and coloring process.

(Hieroglyphics courtesy of Online Hieroglyphics Tanslator, Virtual Egypt and Hieroglyphic Typewriter.)

My Favorite Songs

(hed) p.e. - Self Aware

I like the riff in this song. It's a bit of a departure from their other stuff (which is already varied). The way the verses are so soft makes the heavier chorus a bit jarring, but in a good way.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

My Favorite Songs

Slipknot - Left Behind

Honestly, I can put this song on repeat, and it seems to not get old.

My Next Art Show - Creep Cinema!

Click here for more info.

The show will have it's Opening Night Reception on Saturday, October 1st, from 6-10pm, and will run until November 12th. I'll be there opening night with my Mummy piece, so come and stop by!

Also in the show will be my friends John Chaos and Kristin Frenzel.

From Twitter

I told my mom that I hope my nudies don't get out, and she replied, "So does the rest of the world." #ILoveMyMomma #EvenThoughShesAJerk

Art Journal -The Mummy, Part 2

Here's a quick update on my Creep Cinema piece, The Mummy. I decayed his nose a bit, but it's a little too silhouetted. I'm gonna go in and add more detail. I also started to tatter up his bandages some. I played around with his eye, enlarging it, and making it look like the flesh had rotted away from around it, but it made him look to mindless and zombieish. I'd rather have his eye have some sort of emotion, so I added the eyelid back to it.

I'm gonna work on it more tonite, after work.

My Favorite Songs

Talib Kweli - Get By

(You know, to cleanse my palette after what's-her-face.)

Kreayshawn Mesmerizes Me

The rhyme sounds like whoever took their time writing it, the beat is generic, the video is full of weirdos, and the whole White Girl Mob thing seems almost like a surreal parody of modern day rap...

And, yet, I'm mesmerized by this damn song.

...Well play, Kreayshawn and company.

UPDATE: I almost forgot this part! Watch this live performance. I can't say anything you won't think in the first 30 seconds.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My Favorite Songs

Deftones - Street Carp

This song is off of my favorite album ever, White Pony, and it may be my favorite song from there. Maybe. I love the energy of the song; hearing it takes me back to being in the crowd during one of their shows. I can't love it enough.

My Favorite Songs

Deftones - Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)

Warped Tour, 1998. That is EXACTLY what this reminds me of. They played their set at 5:00, and the setting could not have been more perfect. It was hot, bright, dirty, and fitting of their Around the Fur songs. It's still one of the best times I've ever seen them, and they only played for 30 minutes.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Art Journal - The Mummy (And Why I Love Halloween)

I'd like to preface this post with the following statement and explanation:


I mean, not just in a casual, "Let's get dressed up stupid and go drink!" kind of way, nope. I mean I love that it's a chance to get DRESSED UP as a character or theme or object that you like, and go out without a care in the world. In the past, I've dressed up as The Joker, Tony Stark (with Arc Reactor in chest), Kanye West, Turbo from "Breakin'" (see video above), Indiana Jones (with whip and idol), and lots more. And, while my Halloween last year sucked (long story short, I looked like a hot mess), I'm determined to have a great Halloween this year, to make up for it.

But I digress. One of the reasons I love Halloween is the celebration of old school monsters. I'm a big fan of the classics (Give me Dracula or Frankenstein over stupid Jigsaw any day), and have already done one art piece dedicated to them (see image below).

So when I was recently added to the Creep Cinema art show at the Bird and Bear Gallery (running from October 1st to November 12th), I already had an idea in mind. I had already started a Medusa illustration a while back, but I kept that aside, in favor of doing a piece on The Mummy.

I looked up pictures of Boris Karloff's version of The Mummy, as that's the one that stands out in my mind (not the newer one with Brendan Fraser). I wanted parts of the face to peek out from beneath the bandages, showing a withered, decayed face. I went to my friend Alex's house, and he gave me good feedback, especially about the eyes and nose. I'm going to redo them, setting the eyes further back (without eyelids), and decaying the nose more. He looks too handsome (and reminiscent of Darkman) right now. I'm also gonna tatter his bandages up, which should give me more textures to play with.

(You know, for good measure.)

Learning my lesson after my Audrey Hepburn Portrait, I decided to do this piece on hot press illustration board. I used a mechanical pencil to lay it out. As for the background, I want to make it look like the inside of a tomb, which will give me a reason to use my gold Speedball ink.

I'm going to work on it more today; I'll try to post an update later.

Picture - Kid in a Beer Helmet and Roxy Backpack

...Spoke too soon.

Picture - Kid in a Beer Helmet

I'm not sure why he'd wear that to the airport, but whatever floats his boat. Couldn't get weirder than that, right?

Monday, September 12, 2011

"Like" My Facebook Page

If you like the artwork I've posted on here, please, like my official Facebook page. I just set it up, 'cause I figure it'd be easy to get my work out there.

...Now, if only Facebook would make linking my page to this site easier... Yeesh.

Art Journal - Audrey Hepburn Portrait

There are certain time periods that I love. The Wild West, the 1930's and 40's art deco style, the 1960's, certain aspects of the 1980's... The aesthetic of those periods, the style, the dress, the music, the general feeling, I've always loved. The 60's, in particular, is an era that I've wanted to work with in my art for a while.

So when I was approved for the Jetsetter show, I knew I wanted to do something that reflected the style of the 1960's. In particular, I wanted to do something James Bond-ish. I had a model lined up, but, due to some unforeseen circumstances, we had to cancel. I decided to do a portrait of Audrey Hepburn instead. I chose a picture from Breakfast at Tiffany's because she was stunning in that film. The black and white seemed to fit with my art style, and the reference picture I found was a bit similar to what I had in mind for the Bond piece (but without guns).

(Note: I forgot that I took some of the pictures on the floor, so please ignore my toes.)


I used Bristol paper for the illustration. I started out by laying out her figure with mechanical pencil, adding the detail as I went.




Once I got the pencils to a good stopping point, I started to add the inks. I used Speedball india ink with a brush for most of it, as I wanted to give it a sort of John Romita Sr./Sal Buscema feel.



I had an idea in mind of how I wanted to do the colors, but I wasn't sure exactly how to approach it. I checked out Phil Noto's artwork to get a feel for how I wanted to approach it. I knew I wanted to have an accent line, with a quote from the movie printed on a clear overlay that would rest on top of the artwork.


The quote was placed on the right side of the piece, in the accent bar. It said:

It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Here's the final piece, along with my Tiki Head illustration:


Both pieces were well received at the show. I want to work on her some more, but I wish I would have done the piece on illustration board instead. I find that it takes the colored inks better. For my next piece, an illustration of The Mummy for the Creep Cinema Halloween Art Show, I switched back to the illustration board, and will continue to use that from here on out.

(Click here to see my Art Journal entries for my Tiki Head Illustration: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.)

My Lawn Mower Guy

I went to pick up my lawn mower from the repairman who lives down the street from me.  The first time I went there (with my friend John), we suspected that there may have been something funny about him.  John said he thought he was a crossdresser; I said I thought he was just a weird, very tanned, hairless man.

Today, I learned that John was right.

Wearing a loose-fitting grey t-shirt, he told me what he did to fix the mower.  As he turned, I noticed what appeared to be the outline of the cups of a bra.  My suspicions were confirmed when he bent over to turn the mower on (and nothing else, I swear), and I saw his black and blue bra peak out from his neckline.

I won't go into the rest of what he told me, but I think that this makes for a good enough story on it's own.

Picture - "Ian" in Star Wars?

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Picture - I'm a Bear

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I've been told I'm a bear. So this would be me.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11 and Me

With the exception of 9 year olds and younger, everyone has a story about September 11th, 2001.

It's the largest single unifying moment of my lifetime. While we all may not have been affected firsthand by the attacks, we, as a people, all have a story to tell about it. I'd like to share mine today.

I was born in New York City. In Manhattan's Beth Israel hospital, to be exact. So was my brother. We lived in New York until 1991. During that time, my mom and her best friend Lori (who has affectionately become known as my "dad," for having been there longer than my real dad or any step-dad has been) would take us to see a signature attraction of the city on an annual basis. We saw The Empire State Building, South Street Seaport, the U.S.S. Intrepid, and The Twin Towers. I remember us going to the top of the tower, and it's distinct difference from that of It was completely open, with no immediate fencing, and a view that was farther and wider than anything that I could remember seeing. It was beautiful, and literally awe inspiring.

On September 11th, 2001, I was at school in the morning. I had just finished a math class, when I ran into my friend Patricia. She told me that a plane had accidentally crashed into one of the towers. Like many, I thought that it was just a horrific accident, and wondered how a pilot could crash into a building that size. I left the school, and got home just in time to watch the 2nd plane hit the remaining tower with my brother, live on television. My thoughts immediately went to the safety of my mother (she was at work, down here in Fort Lauderdale) and my family up in New York.

Luckily, no one was hurt, although I came to find out that my aunt Carmen was almost a vicitm of the attacks that day. She worked at on the 90 somethingth floor of one of the towers, but, because she was running late that day, got off the subway in time to see the first plane hit the building. Her husband (my mom's brother) ran to her from his office, which was 6 blocks away, with two slipped discs. He arrived just in time to see the 2nd tower being struck. A lot of my family had to walk back from Manhattan to their homes in Queens and Brooklyn that day. Thankfully, they were all safe.

Like many others, my story revolves around the World Trade Center. But there were others that day that died in Virginia and Pennsylvania. I know a lot of people are posting that they will "never forget" what happened that day, but I don't think it's just about that. Yes, never forgetting is important, but always remembering, and passing on your story to your friends, family, and future generations, is the best way to honor those who died. Tell your story, so those who didn't experience it can have some sort of idea of what happened. My mom said to me that it felt similar to when President Kennedy was assassinated. I have an idea of how that feels, because of what happened 10 years ago today.

...10 years. That's incredible to me. So much has changed over the past decade, both personally, and in the world we live in. It's absolutely astonishing.

But on this day, every year, this day is a day where we can all remember that unifying feeling, of when we cared for and helped each other, through a tragedy that was, until that day, unimaginable. This day should be a day when we remember that there are still those around us that could use our help, and that we should offer it, out of caring and respect for each other.

And it is a day where we can all share our stories with one another.

Picture - On My Way to Work

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Friday, September 9, 2011

Picture - My Broken Shoe @ Work

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I was walking from my car, across a wet, puddle-filled parking lot, to my job (which is a good 10 minute walk), when the sole of my shoe started to break off, and flip underneath my foot. As I walked through puddles. So I got to work, and my coworker and I came up with this rather ingenious solution (the rubberbands were replaced with Scotch tape).

Needless to say, I'll be shoe shopping at some point today.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Bus and Site News

I dropped off the car at the mechanic, and, when I caught the bus back home, I swear, it was like out of a movie: a trashy couple making out across from me; a guy sleeping with his head back, mouth agape; some weird girl resting her head on the seat in front of her, with some crazy eyes... It was just like out of a movie.

(So I'm behind on posting artwork due to a few personal issues lately, the worst being my arm getting shot off. But this cybernetic replacement is pretty badass. But I digress. I should be back up and running soon... I've got 2 art shows lined up for the rest of the year, so I should be posting new art soon. Keep an eye out.)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


I'd say to myself or whoever I was with, 'It'll look good in the biography.' and then I'd go ahead and do whatever daft thing it was - like taking acid on the sacred mesa or doing the bungee-jump, getting the haircut, dancing with the stranger, talking to the crowd - whatever I was 'scared' of mostly, or fancied doing, or never dared before, I'd try it on the basis that it would make for a more interesting read one day.

-Grant Morrisson, 2004

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

From Twitter - Coffee Jokes

I woke up Sunday morning, and was hit with divine inspiration ti make some... Dirty coffee jokes.

And post them on Twitter.

I like my coffee like I like my women:

-Really cheap.
-To actually exist.
-Full of delicious cream.

...Wait, what?

(And, as a bonus joke: The best part of waking up, is two girls, and one cup!)