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Coming soon to a glow-in-the-dark sticker near you!

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Imagine these 4 ft tall...then I could die happy!

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It's been a while, I know. Hello, hello...is anyone still out there?

 

 

 

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I'll call this "Classic Sam" circa 2007.
Essay Intro to A Little Crescent Moon
Awareness is a drug--an opiate, a depressant and a stimulant. 

It is a limb tingling, brain-beating spiral, where the blood curdles of its own frustrated accord and stinging wide eyes must flicker with frantic unease--that's what true knowledge is. When each separation from the fix breeds thick apprehension and each stumble back into its arms yields the most conceivably comforting embrace, one has found it. 

To discover truth is to swallow the Pill; once one becomes aware, there is no escape, only the desire for more, for clarification. There is only the smothering kiss of an abusively gentle lover, a lonely, exciting thrill of peace chased by torrid wakefulness and the subsequent moments of agony from kiss to kiss; each new thrill requires more shock to please and the learner needs never stop the process. 

Awareness is a drug: a hand to hold and be held, but never let go of without great trepidation

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How about these photos by Swiss designer Dennys Hess? Love them!

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 Upped contrast for collagability. I like orange, what can I say?

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 Sticker design, playing around in Illustrator.

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I should spend more time outside.

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New Photos to be collaged. I like doing this work, but it makes me feel vain and vapid.

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Diptych, one of two. Acrylic on cavnas...a little sloppy, will tighten on the next one.

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Feeling dizzy today.

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Today is my birthday  and this bit of advice is my gift to myself:

I should probably actually have this shirt made. Now back to watching the Jetsons movie on Netflix!

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Once upon a time...my sketchbook was glued to my side; people told me that I was unapproachable because I was always too busy sketching. I like to sketch in pen or marker, never pencil (I have no time or patience for "impermenant media"); I like to jot down notes, dream logics, story fragments and imaginary conversations. I've even developed a sort of sloppy shorthand to concel the meaning of these messages from those who leaf through my books (which sometimes even I can't understand!).

Time for another revolution: get back into the sketching swing.

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Weekend on the beach: cold and cloudy outside, cozy and kitschy inside.

 

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Details from a larger painting. I'd like to do more work like this, nothing but patterened canvas.

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I've been a fan of Yoshitaka Amano's work since the moment I first laid eyes on it,  way way back in my childhood. While cleaning recently, I stumbled across some character cut-outs of his which I had taped to the inside of my wardrobe (Locke and Terra from FF III to be precise) and the love was reignited. His figures appear to me as simultaneously sleepy and sensual, mysterious and nonchalant.

Oh to live in such a world.

via booooooom

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Bonus points if you can guess which movie that quote comes from. Another: "Forgive a doubting fool...".

I feel like all artists have a guilty drawing pleasure. Mine is fancily dressed characters standing stoically and facing straight ahead.

New self-challenge: one drawing a day, to be coloured later when the mood strikes.