HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY. It's like I died.
And I did a little bit, and that's because they make me use charcoal sometimes at school. And that goddamned screechy sound, like a bunch of seagulls burning alive, KILLS ME.

Anyway, I'm not actually dead, I just kind of forgot about this place. I'm getting my brother make me a real website, but I keep procrastinating on sending him the necessary shit to build it. I would kill for a pizza right now. I'm not even remotely hungry.

Err, uhh, ahhhhhm.
OKAY.
So I've been drawing like a fucker. I got a job at the tattoo shop where my sleeve was done. It's basically the best thing in the entire world, and I feel so guilty for having that job when everyone else I know has shit jobs. I really do feel bad, because I'm honestly so lucky to have gotten it. I get to draw all day long. Around retardedly amazing artists who tell me when things look fucked up so that I can try to fix them. It's like being in school, except way better because we listen to better music and attractive people come and go all day. And I like my boss's art, ..like more than anything.. which is more than I can say about my teachers' work, none of which I've even seen before.

I'm having trouble with the king's english.
I'm so tired. Scribbledeebop.
Um. So I may not post on here again. This is a tentative goodbye post. I'm hoping to get off my ass and send my brother the stuff he needs so I can get my real site up and going and then I can ramble some more.

BUT FOR THE MEAN TIME. Things that are important: I am learning a lot a lot. It's all really frustating but also awesome and enlightening and I really hope I'm getting better and I just can't see it yet. School's going well. I have straight A's. It's nice. Err. Uhh. I draw bigger now. I paint bigger too. Um.

I DONT KNOW I'm going to sleep.

GOODBYEFOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrberp.

No. 10

What's up, gangsters.

HAVIN A BIG OL' ART SHOW. I'm actually so psyched for this one, because I think strangers may actually show up. It's going to be outside, behind my house, in the parking lotty type thing. There will be bands and musical types [still yet to be determined/confirmed who] playing throughout the night, and then I'll leave that stage area open with a mic and a PA for whoever wants to assault our ears. Acoustic open mic night at Timothy's style. YOU KNEW THEY'D NEVER DIE. And you were right. They were just relocated. And will continue to relocate.

Anyways, guys, shut up about the music, okay? Let's get back to the arty business of this shindig. So like, yea. I'm painting like a fucking lunatic and I anticipate getting no sleep for the rest of August.

OH. RIGHT. I'm going to the Ottawa School of Art in September. That's what this whole art shit show is about. I need to get money. The school sounds so wonderful and is actually really affordable, considering the tuition of other art schools, or like..going to fucking university for art, but I'm still pretty poor.

And I'm going to have to still work full-time while going to school, so this means I will have no life and likely never sleep again. But I'm so stoked for it. ANYWAY. Yea. JESUS man..I have had wayyy too much coffee to be posting right now.

IN ANY CASE. If you see this, and you're not a murderer, you need to swing by 871 Somerset and go to the back and check this out on the 28th of August, which is a Saturday, at 8pm, where I will be tipping cheap wine down your gullets. Yea, you like it.

No. 9

Acrylic on cardboard, text in photoshop.

I made this poster for a cd release show Texas With A Dollar Sign are having. If you live in or around Ottawa, you should come check these dudes out. Their Kemptville dirtbag stench may be off-putting, but they put on a wicked show every time.

No. 8

So, I sang on a few tracks for these guys and they're fucking wonderful. Such talented dudes and super nice. I can't say enough about them. Everyone should check them out.


www.myspace.com/phillymoves

No. 7

There is not nearly enough time in a day. My to-do list is getting ridiculous.

This is a product of procrastination. I should be doing seventeen thousand other paintings, ones that I am getting paid for or ones that I actually give a damn about.

Acrylic on canvas.

No. 6

Also, I got new glasses. And I found this skull back home in Moose Creek, in my field.

No. 5

I miss painting skateboards. Everyone should give me their old decks. I'll do my best to make them snazzy again.