Thats my sweetheart Stacey modeling for a female fragrance line. Some logo design work by me...
8/31/08
My girl...
Thats my sweetheart Stacey modeling for a female fragrance line. Some logo design work by me...
8/28/08
Nocturnal...
I'm working on my first graphic novel. Its called Nocturnal and I'm writing and illustrating/coloring it. I hope to have it done by spring next year and will most likely self publish it. The story involves a gravedigger named Lincoln Basher. Think of a mix of the x-files meets Blade in the 1950's. Here is a wip of the cover so far. I'll be providing updates regularly.
8/27/08
Night and the glow...
When I sleep at night, I like it dark. I like my bedroom, my temple, dark and cold.
That is when I sleep my absolute best. I fall into a deep coma.
I completely disconnect from the world. It is fucking great.
When it goes dark, the room lights up.
Tons of little green and red and blue stars come out. It feels like space.
There's the solid vibriant glow of the 19 inch widescreen monitor power light.
The cyber funk techno light show of my modem. The chargers for the cellphones and acessaries. The keyboard light. The laptop light. The TV light.
And the clocks....
Let me tell you about the clocks. Four clocks in all.
The cablebox clock. Usually the only one that is right.
The Wall clock. Not practical in modern technology,used mostly as decoration.
The desk clock. Mine is a basketball shaped clock complete with buzzer beater alarm.
I recieved it as a gift when I was eleven years old. Sentimental...
Last is the Alarm clock. The alarm clock is in the hall of fame of clocks.
Its simply a good idea with a terrible track record. Limitless possibilities.
A cool gadget with many features. A worthy investment.
They've failed us...We blame them for our lack of disapline in waking in the morning. Or waking in the evening for those unfortunate souls that work the graveyard shift.
Its usually two or three minutes off. They are now reinforced durability.
Built to withstand powerfull blows from tired and angry wakers.
Some people have one alarm clock last a good 12 or 15 years.
Illuminating my deep space groove.
The steady humming of a box fan to avoid the scary abyss of silence.
I drift off confident that my alarm will save me once again from the terror of dreams...
That is when I sleep my absolute best. I fall into a deep coma.
I completely disconnect from the world. It is fucking great.
When it goes dark, the room lights up.
Tons of little green and red and blue stars come out. It feels like space.
There's the solid vibriant glow of the 19 inch widescreen monitor power light.
The cyber funk techno light show of my modem. The chargers for the cellphones and acessaries. The keyboard light. The laptop light. The TV light.
And the clocks....
Let me tell you about the clocks. Four clocks in all.
The cablebox clock. Usually the only one that is right.
The Wall clock. Not practical in modern technology,used mostly as decoration.
The desk clock. Mine is a basketball shaped clock complete with buzzer beater alarm.
I recieved it as a gift when I was eleven years old. Sentimental...
Last is the Alarm clock. The alarm clock is in the hall of fame of clocks.
Its simply a good idea with a terrible track record. Limitless possibilities.
A cool gadget with many features. A worthy investment.
They've failed us...We blame them for our lack of disapline in waking in the morning. Or waking in the evening for those unfortunate souls that work the graveyard shift.
Its usually two or three minutes off. They are now reinforced durability.
Built to withstand powerfull blows from tired and angry wakers.
Some people have one alarm clock last a good 12 or 15 years.
Illuminating my deep space groove.
The steady humming of a box fan to avoid the scary abyss of silence.
I drift off confident that my alarm will save me once again from the terror of dreams...
8/26/08
Daily Sketches 8/26
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8/13/08
The View...
Did this tonight. I also picked up some new supplies today. I buy a few prisma color markers every other week. Also got a sketch book...
8/10/08
USC crushes ASU...
Every year at this time,
I am awarded a few certain gauranteed events...They include the following.
-The kids go back to school.
-My baseball team takes a dive on their way to last place.
-football starts and my pro football team starts on their long ass road to last place.
And then...
USC whoops ASU's ass in football!
And so it goes...
On Sundays...I hide from the world.
All week long from Monday through Thursdays, I work. Its straight work too. I mean driving, sweating, stressing, angry thoughts, at war to make things work and maybe have one good night of sleep. You're a zombie by Thursday night, for sure. Then Friday morning arrives, not a minute late, and the shit gets good. Real good. Friday is the stress free work day. Going into it, you know its gonna be an early day. Whatever the hell happens, you know its going to pause for the weekend. You get 48 hours off before you have to even think about that bullshit problem on Monday. You coast, sit back and wind down to a comfortable ten miles an hour. Friday night is chill. You put the kids in bed and get numb. I'm talking zone out.
You wake up Saturday after that one good night of sleep. You have energy and you want to be productive in some way. Accomplish something for you. Saturday is the kids day. All day, your kids are the most interesting, important and magical things in the world. Its a rare chance to have fun and go back in time to being a kid and feeling awesome. Saturday night is pure energy. The best movies come on HBO. You get online and catch up with all the latest sports headlines, new downloads, emailing the people you care about. Catching up on messages and phone calls. You stay up late and sleep even better because Saturday you used up ever once of energy you had.
Sunday, you hide from the world. Sunday is the day of deep thought. Sunday, you get rid of useless info you've collected during a busy week. Sunday you want be productive, but you really lay back and relax. You keep the room dark and cold. You enjoy coffee and cruise the internet seeking humous entertainment. Video games get attention. You rest through out the day. You are popular with your kids, but they know Sunday is your day of rest. You eat well. By Sunday evening, you start preparing yourself for the oncoming week. You move slow but get things set.
Over this 48 hours, you have a great chance getting the best sex. A few times over the weekend, You're woman will make sweety dirty love to you. She will love you so good, it gets you through the next week of hell. Sunday night you don't sleep as good as the last two nights. You know what's coming.
Monday morning always comes too soon. Its so fucking tough to get out of that comfortable weekend. You are mentally strong and you force your body into motion and finally get going. Everything thing speeds up. Things go fucking crazy and you are trying to stay focused on not wrecking the bullet train of family life. Kids are back to being pissed off dictators. The wife is dominant and intense. Monday night you imagine Friday morning and getting back to nirvana. You don't sleep much...
and so it goes.
You've just read the beginning pages of a film script I'm currently writing.
All week long from Monday through Thursdays, I work. Its straight work too. I mean driving, sweating, stressing, angry thoughts, at war to make things work and maybe have one good night of sleep. You're a zombie by Thursday night, for sure. Then Friday morning arrives, not a minute late, and the shit gets good. Real good. Friday is the stress free work day. Going into it, you know its gonna be an early day. Whatever the hell happens, you know its going to pause for the weekend. You get 48 hours off before you have to even think about that bullshit problem on Monday. You coast, sit back and wind down to a comfortable ten miles an hour. Friday night is chill. You put the kids in bed and get numb. I'm talking zone out.
You wake up Saturday after that one good night of sleep. You have energy and you want to be productive in some way. Accomplish something for you. Saturday is the kids day. All day, your kids are the most interesting, important and magical things in the world. Its a rare chance to have fun and go back in time to being a kid and feeling awesome. Saturday night is pure energy. The best movies come on HBO. You get online and catch up with all the latest sports headlines, new downloads, emailing the people you care about. Catching up on messages and phone calls. You stay up late and sleep even better because Saturday you used up ever once of energy you had.
Sunday, you hide from the world. Sunday is the day of deep thought. Sunday, you get rid of useless info you've collected during a busy week. Sunday you want be productive, but you really lay back and relax. You keep the room dark and cold. You enjoy coffee and cruise the internet seeking humous entertainment. Video games get attention. You rest through out the day. You are popular with your kids, but they know Sunday is your day of rest. You eat well. By Sunday evening, you start preparing yourself for the oncoming week. You move slow but get things set.
Over this 48 hours, you have a great chance getting the best sex. A few times over the weekend, You're woman will make sweety dirty love to you. She will love you so good, it gets you through the next week of hell. Sunday night you don't sleep as good as the last two nights. You know what's coming.
Monday morning always comes too soon. Its so fucking tough to get out of that comfortable weekend. You are mentally strong and you force your body into motion and finally get going. Everything thing speeds up. Things go fucking crazy and you are trying to stay focused on not wrecking the bullet train of family life. Kids are back to being pissed off dictators. The wife is dominant and intense. Monday night you imagine Friday morning and getting back to nirvana. You don't sleep much...
and so it goes.
You've just read the beginning pages of a film script I'm currently writing.
8/6/08
Scary Girl concepts post #1
I'll be posting some concepts from time to time for a project called Scary Girl. Its an illustrated childrens book I'm working on. Here are the first ones. The story revolves around two sisters competing for parental attention...
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