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Feel Good

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     I’ve started a new image and a new process. I’m drawing Optimus Prime! The beginning is easy; I start out with a basic wireframe style sketch to get the pose right, then fill in and make his basic shapes. A trick I picked up from my more technical design friends is to get a couple of shape stencils. These things are awesome!

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The stencil was a wise $5 investment

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       Once again the equipment given to me by Westwood College has been an enormous help. I’ve already laid down my lines, now I simply began to shade in my shapes with my prismacolor markers. Think of these surfaces as a collection of individual cubes. Pick your lighting source and direction. Shade accordingly.

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Finish allof one color, then work the next

      So far so good. To make sure I’m doing a good job at the colors, I have a test pad for my blends. After all, they need to compliment each other…

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Something metallic to reference light sources

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     Finally its time for the middle area. I decided against the chrome look and went for a flat metallic feel.

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That's just prime!

     Anyway, that’s my quick drawing of Optimus. I think I have a drawing of the Mighty Orbots in me soon. We’ll see…

Concentrate

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      I wish I could show you how much my life is affected by nightmares. There are a lot of days where everything is fine. I can take a lot at that time, few things bother me. But I’m not having peaceful nights.

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       I have vivid nightmares connected to my service time. No, I won’t say what; just know that I wake up being completely terrified. I eventually become depressed. It’s a cycle and I dread it more than anything.

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         Daytime helps. When I draw, I find it odd that whatever emotion I felt in those dreams come back. A lot of good has come to me through art. But when I first noticed this trend, I stopped drawing. Completely.

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     Can you imagine? That’s like a duck moving into the desert! I just didn’t do anything that gave me a creative outlet.

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       Finally I slowly began to start drawing again. Other artists began to challenge me and welcome me.

     The nightmares started after an 18 year gap.

      I went to therapy. I even took some time as an inpatient when I became suicidal. I’m not ashamed to say I needed the help, badly.

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        Anyway I never will win that battle. I know that. It’s not a big deal anyway. I have goals about what I want to achieve that have nothing to do with who I was. I may not always be okay, but I can get past it.

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It’s Too Bad About Me

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    I’m trying to keep my sanity lately. My usual cycle is to feel better,  stop my meds then feel worse. But the good thing about#inktober is that it’s helping me with my perspective.

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     Inking with brushes takes a lot longer than using pens! Still, I like knowing how to ink the old fashioned way.

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        Sometimes the backgrounds take me even longer than the main image. My real job puts me in hotels occasionally, so I know what they look like. That means this one was easier.

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        Oh and it will be nude. Did I mention that? Sorry I’m freshly medicated so my attention span is…off.

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Diss[connect]

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      It’s.#inktober! So for this month, I have to do a drawing in pen, marker or ink of some type everyday.

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     Of course,  I’m not going to post each and every one,  though you’ll probably end up seeing them all. Plus it never hurts to practice a bunch…

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      Its been tough though. First I injured a finger on my drawing hand.It became all swollen and discolored. The pain wasn’t too bad,  but I hated doing anything with it.

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         Then my roof fell in in my kitchen! Apparently it had been built wrong to start with and came down with a crash. I’m scrambling now to install a new one.

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     Despite all of the nonsense, I cranked out a picture a day without fail. More to the point I’m learning how to streamline my process.

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        So that’s it for now. I’m learning a lot about the business side of art as well. Hopefully I will be able to put it to use soon!

When It’s At

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         The only thing I’ve learned in the last few weeks is to stop stretching myself so thin! Seriously, you would think there’s an actual workaholic gene at work here…

         Speaking of,  I didn’t make it to Otakon this year.  I’m a little bummed so I drew a few sketches about it. They suck, so here’s another one that I just started instead:

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     For bonus points I get to hear Whale sing “pay for me” in the background. Look them up,  they’re why the 90’s were awesome.

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Bleid

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         I’m going to be doing a series of images with girls and bikes being the theme. Some of my biker friends asked why I never drew anything like that. There’s no reason and the subject intrigues me so I’ll give it a shot.

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        First though, I have to get over drawing faces. I figure it won’t be much longer…

Greydae Blue

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      Aaargh! I lost more of my pencils! This couldn’t happen at a worse time. Since I was in D.C., I decided to go online and search for art supply stores in the area. Not only did one turn up, they had the original mixed media prismacolors!

    I immediately struck out to get to their store. The first leg of the journey was easy; I got on the redline of the metro and rode until we arrived at the North Farragut entrance. Took the escalator up into a gloomy Washington day. Then I had to walk up K street.

      For four blocks.

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Was I happy to see this place!

       Of course I became turned around until a good Samaritan told me that it was in the building next to the CVS store on the other side of the street. Once there I walked up to the counter with a little trepidation. Maybe they sold out or didn’t carry them anymore. I was suddenly nervous.

     “Do you guys carry prismacolor pencils? “I asked, barely concealing my anxiety.

     Yes! Yay!

     The staff was very friendly and courteous to me and I was able to acquire my prize.

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Mission accomplished!

       Suddenly remembering I’d used up an hour of my 30 minute lunch,  I thanked them profusely and left. It seemed so much brighter outside. Hadn’t it been raining when I got here? Oh well…

Switch Throw

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          I’ll never understand why some people are constantly being abject dirtbags. After all, what reward can there truly be in such behavior? I guess it’s a crime of consent; if you’re too “nice” to stop them, that’s your flaw not theirs…
         This little rant is due to a potential customer that I should have seen coming a mile away. The request seemed innocuous enough; a favor that was needed by someone who considered themselves a friend. My usual response is “what’s the favor? ” in which case I can freely refuse.

        I didn’t heed my own advice.

        So in the end I had to cancel all of it. Every bit. Of course the person is angry at me, but since they had NO INTENTION TO PAY,  I felt justified in my refusal. You heard right. They wanted an entire wall size painting of a 13 member family by Christmas as a favor.

      Parasites. You never know where you’ll find them.