So a few things are up my sleeve at the moment.

Awhile ago Dan started a kind of mini illustration society, which since then seems to be going in the direction of turning into a comic collaboration.

In an effort to actually start making something me and Sherman are going to collaborate on an epic (and perhaps humerous) online sci fi/ fantasy comic.

So far things look awesome.

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another thing I'm starting to work on is a game. I've attached an image of the initial design of the leveling process of the players spacecraft.

I figure although I can't program, if I come up with all the visual assets of a game I can probably find a programmer to cobble it all together for me. Perhaps Tommy?

At the very least it might make for an interesting portfolio piece.

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The final thing is that it's time to start life drawing again. As I type this I am heading towards a life drawing class ($14 dollars, soho, the more the merrier) which I will try to attend at least once a week.

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Also it is (past) time to do laundry.

Forcing myself to blog.

Starting to feel overwhelmed by the desire to do nothing, but thankfully I've got four days of work a week and an active (too active at times) social life to rouse me from my tiny messy room up in Harlem.

Another step in a good direction is that I'm going to start taking life drawing classes again. 14$ at Spring Studio. The place has a nice website, so I have high hopes.

I'm pretty sure it's just the immensity of the future that's making me so lethargic, and I'm also sure that I'll become numb to that feeling soon enough.

Still!

Life is better than good, and at times, with certain people, it is great.





... although work wise those are the least productive moments. Eeh.

So I woke up yesterday to my cat having a half dollar sized hole in her side. Apparently a cyst had formed there by another cat biting her (the door is often open to the outside. lots of cats around.) and so the cyst had filled up with pus, and then it had been ripped/bitten/torn open and off.

So yeah, I could see her muscles shifting where her skin and fur should have been. I got her to the vet and I got her patched up, although I think that patch job isn't going to be enough and she's going to have to have surgery done.

She's been very sweet throughout, I'm tempted to find the cat that bit her and kick it.

In better news I now have two jobs, one that pays well and is awesome, the other that pays okay and is amusing.

So I guess technically I can support myself now! I mean, aside from health insurance, and oddly my cell phone bill. So I guess I can't cut the umbilical cord just yet. Still, food and rent are now manageable, and that makes me feel relieved.

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Other stuff is ongoing as well, and I have quite a few drawings to show since the last time I posted (which isn't saying much considering how long ago that was) but I'm feeling burned out tonight.

But yeah, I'll start updating again now.

I love color.

Strangely enough, my memories usually contain very little color, and are blurry on the whole.

I remember plots, I remember emotions, I remember the idea of the moment, but colors (and details, and dates, and names) escape me very quickly.

Maybe this is why when I actually do notice brilliant colors they always seem so startlingly enjoyable.

Or my subconscious has the pleasure receptors of a five year old.

Either way works.

I find that I have a pleasant reaction to frustration and impediment.

Work harder.

It's not really a reaction that will fix all my problems in every situation, but at the very least it helps distract me from them.

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Well, in this case it's certainly the right response, as I only have three weeks left of school, and I really don't think I can be working hard enough.

After that I will be given a sheet of paper stating that i "draw real good" (regardless of actual talent), and will unfortunately have to uproot myself from the comfy nest I have pieced together over the previous year.

As is always the case I have accumulated even more priceless junk that I will need to sort through, keep, sell, or throw out.

My somewhat massive comic/art book collection continues to grow.

I will probably die in middle age due to me reaching for a "ranma" manga and having a whole bookshelf of pulp paper come crashing down ontop of my head.

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I think I read a story about that happening to a brother who lived in a maze of books with his blind sibling, and then the blind sibling died alone in the self built catacomb.

(anyways, here are two updated but perpetually unfinished drawings)

life is pleasant and full.

looking forwards to graduation just so I'll have some time for a little more experimental drawing.

Enjoy some HD comic pages in 3D!

(requires appropriate glasses)

So my birthday was the other day, although I've delayed enjoying it till the weekend.

Still, another year has passed, and I get to take a moment to look back and think about how much older and wiser I've surely become.

I think I can chalk up "older" as a sure thing, but I'd think "wiser" has some truth to it as well.

Certainly I'm feeling more centered than I was last year at this time, and my vision of the future is a more planned out than I ever thought it would be.

And yet again the last year has driven home the point that you learn very little from the good things in life, but the unpleasant parts can be ruthlessly educational.

So I scared my coworkers and boss by telling them I'd be traveling to Michigan with a stranger and then never contacting them to say I was okay.

Kind of touching that they were thinking about calling up people I knew on facebook just to find out how dead I was.

Then again, as the only artist on the staff I guess they can't afford to have me go dying on them.

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Eh, felt like I had a ton of stuff to rant about, but I'm tired so I'll mark it down on my arm at some point later.

Enjoy some strange fruits in the meantime.