No. 17

Oh herro. So I didn't draw any little retard bodies. I forget what I even drarrred that day anyway. I'm having difficulty typing tonight, I keep having typos, but I'm just replacing words with other real words. For example, in that last sentence, I had 'tamp', 'replacements', and 'worlds'. I am beyond exhausted. Serving coffee in centretown is straight up destroying my faith in human beings. Everyone's just so shitty, it's unbelievable. Also what's with sketchy homeless crackheads coming in to steal our sugar packets? Is that some kind of weird drug thing that I don't know about? Anyone want to enlighten me on that? Anyway. I went to this thing at the Mercury Lounge the other night. There were models all dressed up in the theme of Grimm's fairy tales. It was really neat. There were all these rows of chairs set up and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who was getting beers, but oh well. A whole bunch of people from class, and my boss, were all supposed come, but everyone is shitty and has social lives, so only one girl from my painting class came. She was awesome though, and I had a really nice night. Here's some crap from a week ago, before my friend's birthday party, from last night at Mercury Lounge, from tonight at Second Cup, and from a few days ago at Five Cents. Scribbledeebop. I am so full of English muffins. Holy.

Forgot my sketchbook tonight, drew on paper towels while I was supposed to be working. It says 'my faaaaaaace' because my coworker said 'my faaaaaace' right while I was deciding what to write beside this guy. I got nothin.

Preeeeetty sure this hand is drawn incorrectly. Or like. It doesn't really make sense, anyway. I can't figure out exactly what's going wrong with it, but I'd hazard a guess that something went wonky around the thumb fat area. Anyway. Cobra swan. I don't know, I feel like maybe there was a point to this drawing before I started it, but then I lost it somewhere along the way, realized I drew the same bird face I ALWAYS do, and abandoned this thing. Moving along.

This guy was a wolf, apparently, and this girl actually had clothes on but I am a pervert, so this is what happened. Sorry for the shitty photo, but I'm tired and used the flash and now it looks like her vag is leaking radioactive graphite. If I had a scanner, none of this would happen. Oh she actually had no feet in real life too. Crazy.

This is Kim being awesome at the Mercury Lounge. I can't for the life of me remember what the hell we were talking about, probably because all I can focus on when I look at this is 'everything are' [orly?], and how my drunk writing doesn't even look like my writing at all.

This was a very quick birthday present for my friend Miranda. She is a little morbid and I love it. Note to self: do not draw birthday presents ten minutes before having to leave the house to go to the party, and do not consume tequila before starting the drawing. I'm noticing a theme of being drunk in this post. Sorry mum. I really don't drink much, it's just this post I swear.

HEY LOOK i dressed like a girl. You can't see, but I'm wearing a skirt. I swear. HEY LOOK naked conehead! I actually finished that today. I'll post pictures one day soon.

And now I leave you with this one very precious gem of advice: 1 minute gesture poses are WAY the fuck easier to draw when you've had a bottle of wine and some beer. Just saying. HEY remember that time I broke my ass again from sitting here posting shit at midnight? Right, that time was right now. Peaaaaaaaacies. Like pisces.

No. 16

While muttering aloud to myself [a rarity, I might add, as I fucking hate when people mumble to themselves], I discovered that my goal for the day in terms of drawing is "crazy rendered face and then a little retard body".
Sorry for the political ignorance, but you know you just can't stop the throat from making noises when you're not paying attention to yourself.
It'll say what it wants.


I guess I'll post the results if they're worthwhile when I'm home from work tonight.

No. 15

I've been up since 6.30, painting and my ass is dying.
I have a dream that one day, I'll have a room without carpets, where I can paint and sit on something other than my bed and have my easel set up. I won't sleep, eat, and paint all in the same spot.
YAY.

Also I need new brushes badly, who wants to get me some.

I have nothing interesting to say, I'm just killing time, waiting for paint to dry.

No. 14

Whoa dreamhouse. Shiiiiiit.

Okay I know this isn't visual art-related, but it is relevant to me.
If I run into one more person from a local band that we used to play with and they ask me if I'm still playing shows and I have to say no, I'm going to stab my own face in.
Since The Epilogue broke up, I haven't played a real show myself and I'm losing my mind about it. Last show was in May of 2010. What the hell.

I figure if I say it in somewhat public that I've resolved to finally record my own record, instead of just saying it to myself every few weeks, I'll actually get off my ass and do it.
So if you are reading this, you are a witness, and if you haven't heard about a record being released by the end of this year, you have permission to hit me in the face if you see me.

No. 13

I feel morally obligated to whore these two ladies, as they're both so talented in their respective ways and more people need to know about them.

The first is the lovely Jodi Tellier. She has a wicked style and one day I'm going to get her to show me how she draws both hair and flowers, cause it's ridiculous and I don't even get how she does it. Anyway, she's super good and has done work for bands and local events and all kinds of stuff, and you should buy paintings and drawings from her. She's so wonderful.
http://www.ourdarling.tumblr.com/

Then we have the awesome Kathy Roussel. Kathy's a photographer in Ottawa, and she's shot like a billion bands, both local and otherwise. She shot my old band one time and I just did a shoot with her for a portraity thing, and she's so awesome. She works a Mamiya like no other. Follow her blog and hit her up if your band needs press shots ever.
http://www.kathyrousselphotographs.tumblr.com/


That is all. You're welcome.

No. 12

Mnueghhhhhhhhhh.

Here are some paintings from class. Not a fan of either of them.

I can't seem to break out of the amateur range. Everything I'm doing looks like a student did it. It's really annoying.

This is some model girl.



The teacher was being a bitch to only me for some reason, so I painted her like this. She doesn't look so Spanish in real life.

No. 11

SSSSigh. Firstly, the 's' key on my keyboard is being a dirty little bitch, so if I omit a few 's's throughout this post, it's not just because I have a lisp, it's that my computer does too.

Secondly, I rediscovered pizza pocketss today.

I should really just end this post here because pizza pockets are all that are important in life anymore anyway. I keep calling them 'pizza pops' though, which is kind of embarassing. I feel like a geriatric.

So I came to the conclusion that the easiest way to set up a blog portion of my still-being-constructed-website-due-to-my-own-lack-of-organization is to just keep on trucking with this one and just link it from my site. Which means I think less work for my brother, who's building my website, but I don't actually know if it's less work or not because I am technologically-retarded these days.

Anyway, let's just pretend I never tried to ditch this homey, cozy blog and set up camp elsewhere. HERE WE ARE TO STAY. I guess. Unless my brother figures out some nifty way to make one that's included in my site. This is all so irrelevant. This blog was meant for arting!

So arting I will.

Pretty sure I broke my tailbone. By the way. Just fyi.

Okay okay okayokayokayokaoykaokoakyokay so what is new. Um. I am in my second semester of arty school. It's going alright. Mostly I want to kill everyone while I'm there, but then I leave and come home and realize I had a fun day being forced to make stuff. It's kind of shitty because my painting teacher seems to only critique us on our work based on her likes, and not on how we're progressing within our own respective styles. I'm finding myself painting super messy and loosely, which I guess is a good thing because I need to loosen up and paint bigger anyway, but I just feel all super scattered in terms of my "artistic goals" and what I even like, aesthetically, anymore. Mostly I'm just so busy all the time that I don't have time to think about what kind of stuff I want to paint for myself, and not for class.
Oh well. There'll be time for that in the summer. You know, when I'll still be working 7 days a week. I really shouldn't complain.

My ass is straight up broken.

Okay I guess I'll post stuff. Errrr.
These are paintings and sketchbookings from the last like four months I guess. Oh I'm gonna include stuff from the art show I had in the summer, which I never ended up posting about, but was fucking awesome and such a wonderful time.

These guys are both me.

Snot done yet.


This is a triptych. You can tell because of the three separate canvases. Yup. It's for this dude Mike from this band Today I Caught The Plague. Fuck my life they are good. See them if they're playing anywhere near you.

This was for class last semester. I don't like it. Stoked that they give us dead animals to paint though. Even if they're not real. Oh, now that I mention it, should anyone want to send me taxidermy, you know, if you just have some kicking around, I will gladly accept. Antlers of any sort count.

This was for class last semester too, and I can't quite remember what the assignment was, except that my teacher didn't like it.

Drarrin at wark.


Mrs Claus waitin up for Santa. Who is late.

Hai.

Apparently the word 'obey' is really overused in the art world. But I'm really out of step with anything modern so I don't care because I love Rosewood too much to erase it. Also I used like 6B or something. That shit's never coming off.

I don't know quite what's going on here but I would guess that the rabbit is an old beggar man rabbit who is about to steal some food or coin money from someone but this here guard dog's keeping watch.

THIS FUCKING THING IS TAKING FOREVER. I have to upload everything like two at a time because it can't handle my drawings. I hatechooooo blogspot.

Know that it's taking me like an hour to get this fucking entry posted.

Totally normal body.

Cobraish goose. Had some trouble with the neck tharr.

Elefanttt.

He's walkin le plank.

A fine example of why you spray your work with fix. Never got around to finishing this and then it got all uggo. It's supposed to be Julie Christmas, who I pretty much listen to exclusively while painting these days, with few exeptions.

Okay there are more, but I can't take my steadily failing keyboard, tailbone and ability to not fetch the pizza popckets.

FAIR THEE WELL for now. I guess I'll be returning.