Sketch-A-Day 008-010

So I'm now just completely focused on this stuff. Some of these have spoken word poems I've written on them and they are hard to see. I will either post the poems separate, or you'll just have to come see them in a show when I get a few more done.

The first one is in a giant, leather portfolio and i'm doing art on the decaying pages, so they will never survive the test of time. The pages already tear really easily so they only have a few years. This one is kind of a self portrait. (no title)

The second and third are done on nice printing paper, American Masters i think. The first of these two is titled - Clue: What you are playing for. (its a failed game of hangman if you can't figure it out.)

The third is a piece about the poem. It just so happened to work out perfectly. Title - A Walk To The Cemetery.

So much FUN!!

Sketch-A-Day 007

So I decided to go crazy. To let loose all the frustrations of my current life situations and go Steadman on that ass. I can tell you, this is sooo much fun. And therapeutic. I had a great name for the image (that started as a sketch and turned into art on accident) but I forgot to write it down when I was going to bed at 6 am. So for now it will be called "Opening Pandora's Box: Mind Suiside".

I've got more work to do on it tonight and hopefully some of the imagry I'm going to bring out will be more readable. I started another one like this but 5 times larger and on REALLY old paper before bed last night and will be posting that later today.

Thanks for checkin' me out.
Keep the critiques coming, I can handle negative critisism don't be affraid to let me have it!

Sketch-A-Day 005

Did these the day after the other one, never posted. Still just having fun, waiting on more work.

Sketch-A-Day 004

Okay so I am behind by like 4 or 5 Sketches now, but I am the Sketch Master and will be caught up by the time my finger heals.

I did some left-handed sketches at a friends last night but forgot to get them from his sketchbook (I actually impressed him and myself), then came home and did this one around 1 or 2 in the A.M. (this one is done by a hindered right-hand)

I call it Gonzo, only because I was watching a documentary on Hunter S. Thompson (my favorite dead guy). I had A LOT of fun with it so hopefully I will be doing more like this.

Broken Finger!

Some jack-ass broke my right pointer finger last night and now I can't hold anything and typing sucks!
To be continued...

Sketch-A-Day 003

The camera I'm using really sucks so the images aren't coming out so well, but here it is, sketch #3. Just another creature idea for my sci-fi project I'm working on.

I've got 43 Space Ships done up for this idea and I'm putting them all together in Photoshop and they will be up soonish for your viewing pleasure.

Revelations

This is a piece I started in the summer and it has now expanded to another longer canvas below this one. The entire piece will be in the shape of a cross almost 6 ft tall and will show Heaven (top of cross), Earth (in a hellish state of Armageddon taking up the center of the cross) , and Hell (the bottom). The clouds this creature is emerging from are black but the flash of the camera turned it silver.

Why has my art turned religious?

I haven't the foggiest. I'm not religious at all. hhmmm...

Sketch-A-Day 002

This is a bad photo, but it gets the point across.
The Atomic Bomb was dropped on Hiroshima on August 6th, 1945 by the "Enola Gay", which you can see in the background flying away.

What better for a pin-up girl for the Ace of Spades.

Yes... there is a reason for the number on the bomb.
"Little Boy"

"Thorns"

I feel like the cracks across my ceiling
Struggling to hold the roof above my head
Wishing I could sleep just one night in my own bed
But Instead I waste my nights away
Carefully watching the pedestrians thrown from their homes
Cause the owners could no longer stand to take care of them.
So they took care of them.
I cast my conscience to the sidewalk
And stalk myself like prey in the bushes
Couldn't tackle my own beliefs I retreat to my mental garden
Where all the flowers are picked and the pricked hands
From my thorns leave trails of blood in every direction.
So I collapse and grab my knees shakin'
In the emptiness of what's left of my past
And grasped the notion that my future looks the same.
I grab a broom to clean up the mess
But get pleased by instantaneous distraction
And lick the poison from the darts in my eyes
They make me blind.
And I can acknowledge it but I still choose to ignore it
'Cause these thorns can't get any sharper.
Right?!
HA HA HA! I laugh more than I should
If I could I would take the sheep from your eyes
But the sleepy disguise is too perfect
And maybe the seams can be sown together
But its guaranteed that forever will always exist
And should I insist that existence his an end
Then allow me to mend the wounds
Of soon to becomes and future has beens.
I enjoy these little discussions but I've suffered a few concussions
And my decisions are changing and rearranging outcomes of past experiences.
I love what you have to say but I stay away
From conversations about my future or my present day struggle
Your huddle seems to be exclusive
And my attitude so elusive, but I conclude that my attitude will be conclusive,
So Fuck if you can understand the words in my vocabulary,
I'm stationary in a constantly roaming type sense.
I don't make sense when the dollars are depleting
I must have missed a meeting but my meat eating has taken flight
To ground myself and remember what it means to be human.
Top of the food chain.
Now remain in chains and retreat to the comfort of your emotional fort
There's only one way out and the door is locked
And the clock is ticking and picking away my life
Pricking my finger tips on the rose's stem
Wishing to mend the wounds with my own drawn blood.

Sketch-A-Day 001

Had to revise, the photo was horrible. Thanks to Photoshop now it looks like I scanned it! Did a dark one too... I likey.

"The Head Of The Judgment Department"

Summer Watercolors

So these are my new attempts at using color in my sketches. I am currently still working out the story behind these creatures, and yes there is a reason they are breathing bubbles, and no they are not under water.

To get an idea exactly how big these guys are, the bottom image has a human riding on its neck.

Lord Dracmus Thorcane

An old character of mine from my high school years reincarnated on a piece of expensive lined notebook paper. Watch out folks, big spender here!
(i gave myself an A+)