9/30/08

Daily sketch...


Some graphic design work...

DJ Render Documentary- Intro

Hey Y’all,

Okay so, here’s the thing…I’m just an information provider. I’m not here to tell you what to think. Or to judge what you represent. I’m not trying to fuck with anybody. I just provide information. I’m letting you know what is happening from my point of view. If that can somehow also help you is great. I’m documenting history. Here is your DJ Render documentary. The terms, language, artwork and emotional regional slang are from my mental viewfinder. I am one kind of infinite filters to review the past. History is a stained glass window at which you can witness a singular event through different colored pieces of glass and get two amazingly separate stories. Both are equally tragic in form and intensely honest in nature. If you feel this message, there will be more. Much more…

-DJ Render

9/29/08

Feel the Burn...


My Falling World...09/28/2908

9/29/2908
I sit at the edge and take in the atmosphere. Today is clear. It’s the first tolerable day in 9 days. The fucking humidity chokes me. Today is starting out decent. From this point, I can see the whole damn valley. Sometimes you have to be thankful for fucking blind luck. I’m thankful that I went and got a job driving around the city daily. I have a front row seat at watching the destruction of a society, strangling itself. Lucky I don't always have to be down in the middle of that mess. You may say, Oh well this is just vulgar hateful ridiculousness. It’s worthless nonsense. I may not disagree with you. However, in a time such as this, the one who sits back and witnesses the destruction has just as much right to as the ones who fight. And since entertainment values overtook moral values back in the day, fuck off.

From way up here, daily human activities look like a bad video game. Or worse, bad realities TV show. This vantage point must be why the CEO’s and executives look at us like we are so small. They live up in these insanely over priced compounds. Up above in the hills. They wake up in the morning naked, looking over the whole valley like a Monopoly game board. So when I walk by their kind in a grocery store, they look right past me. It’s as if I were a ghost. During the day, I walk among them. I’m in their world. I work there. I lunch there. It’s may be the closest I get to being one of them.

Stay with me,
DJ Render

9/28/08

Thoughts: Marriage...

The following is a passage from a great book I'm reading.

"It laid clammy hands over my face and clamped a grip on my rib cage, stopping breathe, spiked the hairs on my neck and sent a single twitch through one eye."

-Kovacs

Thoughts: agressive hapiness...

My wife and I have three young kids. I want to say to my children. If there is one piece of knowledge I can give to you, it is this: learn everything you can ever learn about money. Learn how to make money well. Learn how to be patient and invest wisely. Get to know finance and balance sheets. Study, get better every day. Get comfortable in a corporate mind frame. Master reading people and trust your instincts. Always maintain a smooth while aggressive personality.
If you can follow these guidelines, you will have a moderate chance at success in your career as well as your lifestyle. You will reach an increasingly difficult level at which people make their own choices and you decide your degree of happiness. That is always better than the alternative.

9/27/08

something to look at...


2009


Thoughts: 2 Angels...

I have two amazing angels, my daughters. Still young. They are pure innocence and beauty. Soon, in a few years, they will leave and go out on their own as individuals. Into this scary, mean, cruel, hateful world…

I want to give them everything good and healthy. I want to train them to be smart, fierce and independent. I know this is the best way to ensure their survival and safety. Their best chance of reaching true happiness.

In only a few short years, they will be flung out into the world, forced to learn and adapt. You find comfort in feeling responsible for her abilities. You are proud of your great accomplishment. You trust that you have provided the best chance at nirvana.
How will it happen?

Keep working…there is still much to do.

Thoughts- the arts...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve truly ever been only one thing. Perhaps I should say that I’ve ever only been one thing…truly. I am an artist. The one solid statement I can make about who I am. At a very young age, say four years old, I learned something about myself. I learned that I was different somehow. I wasn’t normal. Something inside of me said that I had an ability that was unique. Although I couldn’t fully understand what it meant, I trusted it. When I thought about it, even at four years old, I felt pure, confident and proud of my gift.

Here is a little perspective. I am 27 years old. I’ve had a college degree for 7 years. I’ve been a father for 9 years. I’ve been married to the best person I’ve ever known for nearly 10 years. All are great accomplishments I’m proud of. I’ve worked extremely hard to succeed in those areas of my life. I have been an artist for nearly 25 years…

Being an artist is unlike anything else one can be. It is a discipline that I respect and appreciate. Being an artist is the ability to create. Having unlimited access to drugs like inspiration and creativity. It’s being a master of the machine called imagination. Being an artist is freedom. It allows an opportunity to be a producer rather than just a consumer.

It is such a wonderful and powerful craft. Many dedicate their lives to the study and growth of the arts. Each day you work to achieve the best and highest levels you can reach. Pushing yourself to your limits, serving the great ability you’ve been given. It’s being in the best fraternity ever, where all the smartest, most talented cool kids choose to produce what the rest of the world will like and consume. It’s a mutual respect and appreciation of your peers in all areas such as painting, writing, music, drama, comedy, sculpting, architecture, etc.

Art makes the world tolerable…

I am David Salinas. I am an artist.

9/15/08

Fallen...


a quick sketch in photoshop with the wacom.

Tush...


Here's a little something...I drew the sketch last week, but just got around to ink and color today.

9/7/08

Waking...


I had a good time with this one. Inspired by my wife waking up after a good sleep...

9/6/08

The Hardest Hitter in the country...


My tribute to the best linebacker in college football. USC...Fight On!

Tempting economics...


I'd love to get your thoughts on this.
Let me know if you dig this kind of art...

The Kush Kampaign...

Ladies and gentleman,
I'm very proud to release this awesome project I've just completed. I was comissioned by a great friend, southwest rapper JT Sacc to make this flyer for his upcoming performance. For anyone interested in attending, here is the info.

October 22nd, 2008
Blockbuilt Records presents: The Kush Kampaign
featuring JT Sacc and Devin the Dude.
The Venue in Scottsdale
7117 e 3rd ave. Scottsdale AZ
480.495.8042 for ticket info.
18 years and over
VOTE KUSH!

9/4/08

NOCTURNAL.coming soon

I'll be posting sketches for the book periodically. Stay tuned...

9/3/08

Welcome to my world...

Over the next few days I'll be posting about the behind the scenes of me, sort of a poor mans MTV's Cribs. This first one focuses on my workspace. This is where I spend countless hours creating amazing things. Sometimes upto 20 hours a day!

The Workspace.
1. Laptop- Sony Vaio- never leave home without it...
2. Sturdy drawing table- Every artist should have one.
3. Tools of the trade- markers, brush pens, straight edges, etc...
4. Bulletin boards- I used these mostly for storyboarding.
5. Expensive noise cancelling headphones- gotta have beats...

The Desktop.
I use my old desktop occasionally.
Notice the maditory framed matrix poster. (official nerd requirement)

The Stuff.
1. Several books. Various genres.
2. Essential inspirational DVD's. I have about 700 dvds, but a select few are kept within reach.
3. Tripod...self explanitory.
4. Junk box. Everything that doesn't fit in a specific place lands here.
5. Toys...ah, I'm mean, collectibles. Many more not pictured.
Stay tuned for the next post: The gym!