I have some irons in the fire, as they say. I am doing a lot of research into the different aspects of sleep and the mythos behind it. I did this pointillism study of a possible 'Sandman' drawing. I am torn between child-like perceptions of some guy with a bag of sand and the horrors and unease of someone entering your room while you're just about to fall asleep and wraps itself around you to bring into the world of dreams.
To me, nothing is more soothing than slowly waking to a battering continuous rain. I mean that. I love it. It lulls me right back to sleep for another half hour/forty five until my alarm clock shatters my world. I try not to get depressed about it.
After coffee, I'm fine. The recycling needed to go out so I tore up everything in the bin and went to toss it out there and the minute I stepped out into that gusty maelstrom of rain and leaves, I heard these thundering sounds that, well, weren't thunder. If you've ever lived in a condo, you might know that the places are goddamned wind tunnels and if you're screen door is even open a hair, you're fucked. The wind takes that thing like a small baby by the leg and whips it against the house (I recently had to replace my own door for this reason).
So, apparently under fire by ghost doors, I made it out, threw the bins down like they were covered in rabies and hiked back into the house. ALL IS WELL.
My girlfriend started school for nursing and today was her first day and I am very proud. Quit your dung heap of a day job that makes you sad and tired and wonder where life went and pursue your dreams. We should all do that. Everyone would much happier, I think.
Take care of yourself.
oh, and art.
It's a real feeling. Nothing against old people, it's just something I've noticed a pattern in. But there's a chill in my bones that I can't seem to shake. The wind tears through my skin and settles itself to roost in my marrow. Hello, it's still January.
I'm at my "day job" and there's nothing happening. I'm thirty-two and my back is screaming at me for shoveling snow. Something is wrong. I feel like I have a sixty-five year old body and I think that needs to be addressed. I don't believe in resolutions, it's crap. Just do what you want to do right now. Right now. Don't wait for a starting line.
I'm in the midst of trying to crush out some writing/editing for new stories up on my Patreon (check it out!). I've been cranking out drawings for them, most of them are already done. I feel pretty good about the whole thing.
I hope you're all staying warm. Believe in yourself and take care of those around you.
(below, work in progress of a drawing for one of the stories.)
What's that? I dropped the ball again? Hi, January.
It's magically 2017, the whirlwind of death is hopefully behind us. The weather is biting off at something to the tune of twenty-two degrees (fahrenheit). I'm aware that there are colder places in the world, but that doesn't make my face any less cold. But I am fond of New England.
I have some decent plans for 2017, including a post I made on my (for now) disabled Patreon where I'll be, for the first time in my life, releasing prose into the world along with some illustrations. If anyone is reading this, please feel free to check it out and consider supporting the thing that makes it worth getting out of bed every morning.
I'm going to continue to make bad-father-esque promises that I'll keep this thing up to date. I really have good intentions but we all know what everyone says about those. In any case, that's the plan. I like to write. It's just that mostly I don't have much to say. But it bothers me that I don't because i feel like I am not learning anything on a day-to-day basis. I know that's not true, maybe I just don't know how to put it to words.
If you follow any of my social media, you've probably seen this already but I will close with it anyhow. Carrie Fisher's passing has been the single celebrity-related death that has affected me the most. I feel like I lost someone that I grew up with, watching those films constantly through my life and I will miss her.
I've had better moments.
Things are unraveling a bit. I'm behind on my Patreon, days behind on Inktober and I haven't had an idea for a painting in a few weeks. School and work are consuming me, and I expected this, but I was hoping I would not let my other endeavors suffer for it.
This past weekend trip to Nashville was a heavy contributor. It's not a bad place. I, personally, am not a fan of country music but I feel like you really need to BE a fan if you're going to enjoy yourself. Bachelorette parties were rampant and there were enough cowboy bros trying to "make it" and they all sounded the same. There was a bar we went to where there was three floors and each floor had a live musician on it. If you stuck your head out the window, you could hear the other three or four floors of live music in the building across the street. There was no escape.
But the time leading up to this was demoralizing and I slugged a little bit and I'm not very fond of flying so I kind of need to mentally prepare myself and that took up more time and basically at this point I'm just making excuses.
I'm not even sure why I bothered spewing all this. Mostly because I didn't want THIS thing to drown either. I am neck deep and shoveling shit against the tide.
I hope you're all well.
And winter is breathing down it's neck. This morning was a little too crispy for me. We seem to be losing those transition seasons. No more spring and fall, its just unbearably hot and then bitterly cold, with a few days of comfort weather here and there. I hope that changes.
Speaking of changes, Inktober has been showing me things about myself. The growth from one year to the next. It sounds incredibly pretentious but I can't help but notice improvement and direction in the drawings I'm doing now as opposed to last year. I feel purpose. I get up and I do the thing and it feels real. I'm not sure how to explain it.
I am needing another coffee.
I kind of forgot this was here. Maintaining this stuff is hard. I also don't have much to say about most things. Or maybe I just don't think anyone gives a shit about what I have to say. In any case, I'm going to try to keep up with this. If only for my own growth. My memory is awful so maybe it'll be nice to be able to keep track of things.
This is my second year doing Inktober, I'm on schedule. I try to keep ahead of it because once you miss a day or two it becomes crushing to catch up. I try to be free with these in terms of subject matter like I did last year, not trying to think about them too much. I meditate for about 10-15 min and try to conjure an image and run with it. Last years Inktober is what actually prompted most of the material the book I have released.
You can find them being posted regularly on my Instagram and Facebook.
Massachusetts folks! I'll be attending Beverly Comic Con 3 at the Porter Mill Studios in Beverly this Saturday, April 2nd. This will be my second year attending as a artist/vendor and I was super grateful to be invited back.
Admission is free and there will be live music and the ART BAR. So grab your friends and come see some great art and hear awesome music. You can check out the Facebook event for more info.
I was hoping to have some TesseraE books out pending the funding for my Kickstarter but unfortunately that did not happen. But it's all good because I ponied up and made some a smaller version of the book called SEEDLINGS which you can purchase on my store or come pick one up at the con!
Look forward to seeing you there!
Tomorrow night at 7PM EST I'll be launching my Kickstater campaign for a small book of ink drawings title Tesserae I. If all goes well, hopefully I'll be able to do another one next year and so on. I'm really looking forward to it but also I am sick to my stomach. This is my first time doing anything like this and I am feeling ill about it.
It's a good sickness though. And it's one that I am asking for. I'm putting myself on the line and risking the fragile spirit. I am not sure what's going to become of it. But I am trying to not have any expectations and just focus on getting the word out without annoying everyone.
If you take an interest and decide to support the project in any way, even if it's just sharing it with people you think might be interested, I am thanking you from the depths of my heart. This is so important to me and I am going to hustling like hell to get it done.
So look out tomorrow night and check back for communications.