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Whys and Wherefores

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         I’m not sure why, but I took a little time to visit family down south. It’s not a regular habit; I’m there maybe twice a year. This trip though seemed… fun.

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       So this picture is of a particularly fabulous cosplayer named mazikeen mornstar. If you ever read Vertigo’s “Lucifer” series, you’ll get it. She was EXTREMELY happy about it.

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     I usually get two or three people asking me to do this for them. Honestly I have to be motivated as well, so it rarely happens.

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   But this time I’m glad I did, because her reaction made it worthwhile. Again, I don’t do it often, but I think now I’ll offer it more freely.

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Because the character has one side of her face ruined, I kept the theme. It was risky because you never know how some people will take something like that. She was a real trooper! Next time, let’s REALLY push the envelope….

Buzzzzzzzzz…

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      Man, work has been hectic lately! I have so many projects that I’ve started locking my door and yelling “NO!!” when I hear a knock! All in an attempt to catch up on no less than 8 projects, with 3 due this week!

    Of course I can’t go that long without drawing something, so this piece was the result. It stems from a memory. And while it looks like a fun one, I came home that evening to a break up letter. So in every sense “leaving” is a suitable title.

    It didn’t rattle me though. While I was sad, I already had antibodies for sudden breakups. So I rode that wave and refuse to dwell on it.

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Ok, markers are getting a LOT easier

  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Noooooooope!

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    Just having a little fun with a friend who was tired of getting hit on. Had to pretend to be her guy and the jerk demanded we kiss! So I offered to kiss him in the mouth with my fist. Nuff said…he left.

     I don’t remember being that clueless and desperate when I was younger. Of course I AM me, lol…

What can Why

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   Slowly starting to find my target market for my art. Much like a Google search, it required me to wade past all the porn first.

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     I pretty much get all the usual requests; my girlfriend naked, movie star naked, cosplay/fictional character naked, etc. There’s only one problem…

…I almost never see women walking around naked daily.

    Weird, huh?

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     Now ladies I will give guys this: yoga pants and spandex (A.) aren’t clothing and (B.) leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. I feel comfortable in my underwear too. But I don’t wear them in public…

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     Having said that, I find myself drawing a lot of physically fit women. So I’ve decided to draw them the way they look working out.

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    It’s not an empowerment choice as much as it is me personally not wanting to be that guy who can only draw pin ups.

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      I want to draw anything I want and have my patrons believe I can. Otherwise I get to be one more in a sea of tna artists. That doesn’t sound like growth to me. Do what you love, sure. But who says love is supposed to be stagnant?

Artzoned

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    I sold this picture while working on it, riding the train! Isn’t that crazy? The lady in the seat directly behind me watched me create it and asked if she could purchase it. I was so happy!

    Now I’m not so sure it was the right thing to do.

    She could have easily had me create a commission piece. This was an attempt at speed work. So it has flaws. But if she enjoyed it, that shouldn’t matter, right?

    Right?

the Void

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      I had to lie to my mom yesterday. I won’t bore you with the details. The gist of what I told her was that I’m fine.

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      It’s kind of true though. I’m as well as a person who has had a piece of their soul forcibly torn off can be. Perfectly functional.

      Except when I’m not.

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      It was during a “not” period that I found myself watching Kill Bill vol1 and becoming interested in the character Gogo Yubarai. Something about her violently teetering on the brink of madness made her incredibly desirable to me. So I decided to draw her.

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      I have to admit, I am becoming a lot better at rendering hair in this format. I wish that were a uniform thing but alas, it’s not. Oh well…

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      In the end I placed the silhouette of Beatrice behind her. Why? She represents her passage from madness to true release. Her own angel of Death to the lands beyond, where what was lost can truly be forgotten.

    Rough week.

It [doesn’t] Hurt

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  Man it’s been plenty cold this week. I’ve been living on the road, working. Hotel time is drawing time, so I decided to do something to remind me of warmer climes.

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     I’m getting better at drawing bodies at off angles. Practice helps, right?

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       Again I use a three color process to set up my images. It helps me see what I have in mind and brings it out.

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     There! Now I feel a little bit better. Sorry I didn’t write a whole lot about it, since I’m working offsite this week. Too bad I can’t be in Miami!

The Bougie Boogie

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    I have a dilemma. On the one hand, I find myself seeking out other artists. Learning different techniques and developing friendships is my goal. So far a lot of the individual artists are very supportive.

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    On the other hand, I was pretty much raised to be a warrior. That’s no exaggeration; I’m a 3rd generation soldier. Ever since I was little I was Cub scout leader, boy scout leader and so on in my military career. Now I work with federal law enforcement. So what’s the problem?

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      Most of the actual community functions like high school and I’m not overly concerned with the popular clique. I’m more into the results. For once I find myself staying on the periphery, wondering why I’m there.

I don’t like most artists, but I love their work.

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    It’s like finding your people after a lifetime of searching and realizing you don’t belong with them. And it’s not their fault; you’ve been changed too much.

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     All the things that I’ve grown to value are typically  despised. How can I be a member of a community and care so little for its values? What’s wrong with me?

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    Hmmm…that’s a very familiar refrain. NOW I remember!

   I felt the same way as a little kid.

    I wasn’t always so into fighting. Maybe I just need to stick it out and try harder. After all, I LOVE art. Shouldn’t I be able to get along better with those that love it as well?

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     Just a different kind of fight then. Mission accepted.