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Bygone Be Gone

      This year I’ve started the process of reducing the amount of non-art in my life. I’ve also started to do those things I’d avoided until now.

     The first thingis getting my furnace repaired; it caught fire a couple of years ago and I’ve endured some bad winters huddled in one room of my house.

    I had avoided fixing things because to do so meant conversations with my ex. That’s it. 

   On a similar note, I’ve paid for my mental health and physical injuries myself. After watching my dad’s frustration with the VA ( veterans administration), I was loathe to visit them, even though I was medically discharged and had received extensive psychiatric care. I just didn’t want to be deconstructed for a couple of dollars. Plus I was fine, I continually lied to myself.

    I started working on the floors upstairs in my house this weekend. I always had a reason to procrastinate. But I’ve decided that my house isa physical manifestation of my mental health and self-esteem. So shit gets fixed.

   Broke up.

    My art is now on display in my nearby comic store. They framed it and had me sign it, so they must like it…

     And I have a few vehicles to get rid of. Maybe I shouldn’t, but honestly I feel that I need to. 

I’ve been asked to do the covers for a few indie comics. With pay! So there’s that. I’m feel like I’m starting to get a set of goals. We’ll see.

   Last year I lost 60 pounds. This year I’ll settle for 40 more.  And the hair.

   I still don’t know about the hair.

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Stuck in Trade

     I’ve been asked to work on about three independent comics since Christmas. It’s a big deal to me. I’m pretty flattered by it all.

     My answer was no.

     Don’t get the wrong idea. I’ll never be too good for something like that. It’s awesome to even be considered!

    But I have so many projects and commitments that I would have to disappoint someone else. And I keep my promises, sometimes to my detriment.

      So I really don’t have the time to dedicate to someone else’s lovechild. It requires a devotion that is already spoken for in my life. So I find myself somewhere I never conceived of.

     Saying no to art.
    

    I have to let go of free art too. A few cosplayers are upset about it. So am I! 

    It means I don’t have time for my own projects. I waited so long to get to this point and it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t have time to have fun.

     I shouldn’t complain, right? I’m on the right track to fame and fortune!!

     To be honest, I just want to work on things that are fun and interesting. So far I have. Only a few customers turn out to be needy douchebags…

    Maybe next year I’ll do a book with someone. Maybe. My experience with my own short story was annoying. I actually would love to do covers.

      It’s possible that it’ll happen for me. I can kind of make it out in the distance.

     I’ll know my path. 

Liquid State

       Man, it is COLD!! 11°F this morning and the fun part is that it’s the same temperature in my home. Well, that’s an exaggeration; it’s actually about 50 in a few rooms. Can’t have a repeat of my pipes freezing again.

     Anyway, because of the conditions at home, I spent quite a bit of time at the gym. My girlfriend offered to let me stay with her, but….

    The funny thing is that I assumed that I’d created a lot of art last year. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been that productive in a long time. But this year? You’re looking at my eighteenth piece!

      My whole life is kinda coming unglued meanwhile. I’m sure I’ll recover, but damage control mode is getting old! My promise to not touch my business money or savings is being severely tested.🤑 

   My need for pain may have extended a little too far into my life. Hopefully I can get back under control.

       I’m doing okay. Most of my goals this year are mental. I just need to write myself reminders and make them into habits.

       But in a lot of ways I’m ahead.

Keep it Apart

       So with #inktober fast approaching, my apprehension about my upcoming project is high. While I believe in my abilities, it’s a pretty daunting task!

   Luckily for me, I’m used to producing results in a timely manner. This past year has left me with huge improvements in my skillset; the script writing was a new skill as well as inking. 

    Lots of artist will be participating this year, so I’m honestly excited about the prospect. Hopefully I impress a lot of people, but the experience will tell me a lot. 

    In the meantime, I’m wrapping up all the pending images I had to complete, like this one. Some people aren’t expecting theirs yet. Oh well… I’m not going to rush, but come Friday, I expect to have completed five.

    I’ll be posting here of course. You guys will get to see plenty of work. 

Midst

   Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

    Guy meets girl. They like each other. Guy asks her out. Girl says we’re friends. Guy moves on. 

    Normal, right?

  Followed by girl stalking guy and not leaving him alone. Because she can ladle out rejection, but apparently can’t take it.

    This week’s picture comes from a daily art challenge that I took on. I decided to make a few changes in the final image.

    First, I decided that instead of drawing all the folds and pleats in his clothing to simply make them a solid white. This involved drawing it as negative space, or the absence of imagery.

       This also meant I had to give a lot of attention to the background. Since my markers come in gradients, I was able to create the illusion of distant objects by drawing them first.

     In the end I was pretty content with what I came up with. It took 3 hours and was almost exactly what I had envisioned.

      Hope you have a great week!

Precious Hate

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    I’ve learned a valuable lesson. Deftones and Hennessey might not be the best combination for me to use as inspiration. I was actually getting angry as I drew this picture! Isn’t that funny?

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      There was a time when negative emotions ruled me. Then one day I realized something; it was much MUCH harder to not be that way. Everybody let’s the world win. I decided to fight it. It takes considerable effort, but I tend to stay content longer.

     So I put wings on an image made from anger.

     It helped.

Girls Own My World

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      What an opening declaration, huh? Well it’s true. Maybe it’s my southern upbringing but I tend to be more tolerant and patient with them. Guys catch hell with me but the ladies? Not so much.

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     This is NOT an unlimited ticket however.

     I’m amazed at how often I receive derogatory comments about the women I choose to create or draw on my daily commute. “Why don’t you draw REAL women?” They’ll demand of me, as if my ability only receives validation through their option.

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     The truth is I pretty much create what I want. Like most men I have a type; confident, smart, funny and loving. But I also feel I’m those things with a nice helping of stubborn on the top.

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     I tried to portray that in this picture of Wonder Woman I made. She’s all those attributes in one made up person to me.

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      I feel that’s what a cosplayer who is in her character is trying to display about herself. Just like Harley Quinn exists in the land of broken dolls, Diana is a more mature, fully realized woman, more confident in her sexuality and identity.

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      So yeah, when I draw women I tend not to just draw sexpots. I try to give them the depth they deserve, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not.  But at the end of the day MY prize is when a woman tells me she likes the way I render her gender. What can I say?  They own my world 😉