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Well, boy howdy I love start'n things and then give'n um a big ol' stop. This here's something I started to do for an animation in screul but got distracted by thems purty lights on my hard drive and stopped. Look at um' spin'n round and round...
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 18 of 20)
Here's another big chubby autobiographical stuff thing that I squirted out in a "required or you get tagged and sorted into the grinder of failure and stingy jellyfish"-styled class. This happened to me more then once. I gave a speech on how to give a last minute speech that I wrote while everyone else was giving theirs. I don't remember giving it due to the fact that any social or public encounters make me black out like I had been slipped a few roofs.
It was recorded. It will be looped once I get to hell.
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 17 of 20)
Growing up my mom fed me apples, typical good mom thing. Well I used to tell her, and who can blame her for not believing me, that the apples gave me a sore throat- which they did. (along with raw carrots and pears- crazy messed up shit huh?) I don't know if it was allergies or psychosomatic or what but it annoyed my dearest mum to no end.
Well after childhood I never touched apples up until a couple years ago when I thought they deserved another shot. Right before then I put up this painting of aPiLL GrL in my kitchen, crafted with the exact location in mind. I put it above the stove so it might pick up some of the old grease and miscellaneous food spatter, I thought sense it was about food it could use a sense of spontaneity, an opportunity to encounter for chance materials, for that satisfying imperfection.
After that my vendetta against the sin-fruit-curse had been lifted and have been eating them ever sense. Kinda nice huh? Take that apples.
Too bad my art teacher's critique was a bit harsh- "Why did you have to work on it so much out of class?" followed with a predictable contradiction: "Why couldn't you've shown this much effort in all your projects?" Under my breath I wanted to whisper "bite me" and I imagined myself in an apple costume- which is still an entertaining image.
Hooray for a B minus
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 15 of 20)
Once upon a time, many couple months ago I was hired for a "big" ol' book project, that took an astronomical amount of time and energy to wrangle up enough attention span to focus on. I'm starring in space right now reminiscing about it . The subject matter wasn't particularly my level of non-cynicalism or anti-sardonic flavor but that was alright- always up for new (...) things. This wasn't really the issue however.
The problem was knowing that people- a potentially heavy amount of people seeing. What I got was stage fright. Pencil landed on paper then froze. Days of procrastination I would come back a few times until I became so frustrated I started scribbling nonsense over everything- starting with the back of crumpled false starts (above) to my desk and then some choice posters. It's not even that hard- it's just stage fright.
I got it all done hours before it was due- ok work as well. I'm still uneasy about some of the subject matter of the pictures that a drew so hastily. Everyone of them a greater issue, certain ex-girlfriends primarily along with echoes of other experences. Creepy. Connecting it all I realized how much I sway to draw things with the idea of people I don't nesscarly get along with anymore "watching over my shoulder" with there little critiques and spiteful remarks. It's a nuisance but I almost feel like I'm still trying to impress them. Time to eat candy.
Oh yeah and I forgot one thing: Dear Diary,
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 13 of 20)
Whoo... It takes a long time to decorate your door with something tasteful, eh? Here's a photo of a painting taken by a camera that makes things look not as good as if you shoved them in a scanner in pieces and reassembled them in a scenario much like the one in Willy Wonka with that TV kid who gets shrunk down into a million tiny pieces and- Ok I'll stop, let's just say I'll photoshop a nicer version sometime, aight?
This a a painting of Tuna and Ked (naked lady) who are the brain-offspring of Tina (taking dunk). Look at this for too long and it might give you insight into the story I'm working on wit dees broads. (but definitely not)
I can't believe this painting took me two countires and a half a year on and off to finish. I was still working on my final animation for that one place, shat whatzit called... oh yea scruel. Wow buuk edumacating really eats your soul-
There at least l lurned something,
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 10 of 20)
That naked girl with the fish bones coming out of her head comes from a sick place. And as of right now that sick place is housed in a partially functioning body- and as that place compensates it only convinces the body it's in worse condition, spiraling into a viscous cycle. This picture is of Tina (in the chair) and her sister who both work pharmacy called DrugUdrugs. (Think Wallgreens) Here there's for plenty of room for mischief- and time to develop a spit personality.
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 9 of 20)
The funny pages- must suck recycling the same gag for decades- well I guess if there's Benjamin$ involved it's all good. zzz... Well if you understand this Tunaked comic you just got three happy stickers from the Ultimate-Tasty-Sticky-Touch-Fun fan club (southern hemisphere sect). They usually never give out more than two happy stickers at a time....
you must be ecstatic.
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 8 of 20)
Here's a picture that I mindeficated about a year ago- one that was only supposed to be used in the background of an animation but didn't have time to throw it in there. After a while I couldn't help but wonder what the story was behind these characters. I've been taking notes on story ideas I've thought of sense I drew this de-crumpled person. Just smelling that sea water makes me soooo hungry for tuna. (and ladies as well perhaps?)-Monday 13 (Juu-Lie 09: 7 of 20)
Chickenfinity? Sounds like another way of saying Insufferable cowardice. Yes, well that's why I started posting my work on this thing- as a solution to a personal phobia of never showing any work unless forced or bribed. (art class) If anything, this is a swell way of reflection for myself. Whoever is interested, I hope you like those park bench people who spin tales of flying glazed hams regardless of who's listening... cause that's my aspiration. I've already got the urine-soaked paper bag shoes n' beard long enough to hide my birdhouse(s), so I'm about halfway there. (Just don't sit to close)
-Monday 13 (Juu-lie 09: 5 of 20)
I'm so sick of myself I just threw my whole body up- now I'm completely inside out except for one of the socks I was wearing, it's hard to remember which foot that was on anymore.
