The Escapist

There's No Place Like Someplace Else

Devious Journal Entry
Well, ain't the interconnectedness of various social networks on the internet just nifty?

Crow and Lilacs sketch
by ~bustermaximus on deviantART

I Forgot the Title, Which Was Something Clever, and Eluded to Art
The only way for me to take advantage of this space, which I've had forever, is to use it regularly. I don't know why I feel like I have to write a fucking book every time I want to post here. Hell, this is supposed to be an "art blog" anyway. How about some art?

giant robo rampage



it came from the beach

All of these are supposed to be colored, but I have not gotten around to it. That's the reason for the open spaces where ink might rightfully be. I'll get around to the coloring soon enough. Maybe I'll try computerating it, or maybe I'll try colored inks. Maybe (and let's face it, this is the most realistic option) I'll leave it all alone and forget about it. Naw. They need color.

Here's one that is both colored and not colored.

aliens gr sm

aliens co sm

I'm unresolved as to how I feel about the way colored pencils work with my style of inking. I don't hate it, but I'm still not totally sold on it. I think I just need more practice at it.

Today I Think I'll Read a Book
A few months back, I decided that I would start up this little journal again, and then I quickly got so damned busy with school that there were times that I literally couldn't see straight. I have two months left in my summer break, and after that, I don't expect that my schooling will be as vigorously demanding on my time as the last quarter, given that I no longer have to deal with the bane of my existence, algebra, at least for awhile. So, here I am again, preparing to start again. I might even get a Youtube account, and add video into my repretoir.

My problem, though, is this damned ongoing internet addiction. The idleness I display due to the internet is astounding to me. I know that when I don't have it directly in front of my face, I can keep it from destroying my day. A few weeks ago, I was housesitting for my parents, while they were on vacation, and all it took for me to keep away from the damned computer was for it to be in another room. I don't have that luxury here, since I live in a tiny studio apartment. So, I just have to now display the self-control that I had resolved to display in my last entry, way back in April, and follow through with my plan. After all, this pile of reading materials is getting no smaller.

Tempering the usual bellyaching with some good news, I have to announce that I really feel great about my creative endeavors lately. I think that the work I'll be producing in coming years will be something big. I must say, I don't think I could ever have gotten into a the mindset necessary to do the work I'm now planning for, had I not gone back to school. I think continuing my education may have been the smartest decision I've ever made. I might just make it in this crazy world afterall.

Well, that's about it for now. This is kinda a rambling personal entry before I go back to bed. There were jets doing low-altitude maneuvers over my house all night. The noise kept me up. Everytime I would doze off, another loud fit of rumbling would shake my apartment walls. Fuck you, Air Force!

kind lies 1

Last week was my big ol' Spring Break spectacular, which consisted of two parts. Part the second was me going to Seattle for several days and nights. That was a blast, but I'll talk on that subject later or elsewhere. Part the first was me doing some much-needed intensive spring cleaning. The cleaning part is mostly done, and I'm still working on the organizing, which inevitably goes along with the task. At any rate, I'm not posting for the first time in roughly nine months to tell you about how dirty my apartment was. Instead, I'm posting because I love comics.

You might believe I just committed a bit of a non sequitur, but you would be wrong. You see, I do love comics, and that love permeates my life to its very core, even when I'm bagging trash and avoiding doing the dishes. I was sharply reminded of just how much I do love comics this Spring Break, especially while bagging trash and avoiding doing the dishes, because I ran across so very many unread comics during this intensive series of chores. Right now, mostly because whenever I have some meager amount of cash in my pocket, I take a trip to the Comic Book Shop to dig through their quarter bins, I have a three-foot-tall pile of comics which need my attention. Yes, that is a lot, especially considering that I just recently discovered the joys of downloading pirated locally unavailable comics, meaning that I have the digital equivalent of about a three-foot-tall pile of virtual comics sitting on my hard drive as I type this. For any non-Americans out there, who may have stumbled drunkenly upon this journal, that equals nearly two meters of comics, all unread. Clearly, I have a problem.

I can't seem to stop myself, despite the time constraints present in my busy life. What am I to do? Luckily, I've found a solution. I am going to read these comics, and then I'm going to write what I think about many of them. This is actually a solution to several problems in my life, really. Most of these problems are having to do with my love/hate relationship with the internet, actually. Surely, if there was a man in constant search for mindless distraction, I would be he. Since the television is now out of the equation, thanks to the "digital conversion," I'm left with the internet to fill the hours of my day with unnecessary diversions, and the internet is very good at this job. As such, I need a change of intellectual venue, one which helps me slake my thirst for droning entertainment, and yet engages my imagination more than running circuits around the same four websites until I finally grow so bored I have to physically leave the apartment, and go to my parents' house to watch their tv, just to liven up the synapses.

I'm fully aware that my relationship with the computer is not healthy, and I've had a good mind for some time to reconcile that problem. I feel like maybe if I begin to take advantage of all of these websites, blogs, forums and social networking hubs to which I have amassed memberships over the last decade, I might actually learn the meaning behing that term, "interactive," which is so often bandied about to describe the Web. I used to be interactive; I've just become so lazy about it in recent years. Without making grand declarations, which may ultimately go unfulfilled, I would like to be interactive once more.

Comics are what brought me to the internet, and comics are what will get me back on track. I'm glad, because another problem I've been having recently is that I've felt very strongly that I'm just not doing my part as a cartoonist. I lost my wonder and joy in comics awhile back, right about the time I started to refer to myself as an "artist." As smiling fortune would have it, though, I've begun the process of reconciling the "cartoonist" me and the "artist" me. Hopefully, the transition to the me that is both, and both are one thing, will be smooth. You'll be reading much more on that particular subject as time wears on, I'm sure, so I'll spare you the details for now. The important thing is that I want to do right by my cartoonist roots, and I feel like one of the ways to do so is to enjoy reading and thinking about comics with a greater frequency than I currently am.

We'll see how it goes, I guess. I love comics. I love writing, and I've wanted to stoke up the activity in my various blogs for some time now. This seems like a win/win/win. I predict it'll be abandoned within six weeks.

Back To School
Did I mention I was going back to school. Well, I am. Even more amazingly, I'll be getting a degree in Fine Art. I start in September. I can't wait!

That is all.

I cartoon.
Have I mentioned lately that I've recently published new comics? Of course I didn't, but I probably should have. I was also part of a local comic convention a few weeks back.

The comics are called $2 Matinee. They are each 20 pages, black and white, 5.5" x 8.5", with a nice shiny cover.

Here's the cover for one:

Here's the cover for the other:

Here's me representin' at the Spokane Comicon:

I've also started a new personal type website. It ain't much to look at right now, but there's comics to read. It's called Hastily Scribbled, and I hope to make it a success, so that I don't ever have to work a respectable job again. Spread the word around!


(no subject)
It strikes me that the work I love is not the same kind as the work I do.

What I Really Want Is To Be a Weblebrity
Is it wrong that every time I sit down to write in this thing, I just end up thinking to myself, "ah, fuck it!" and close the browser tab? Methinks it might be a bit of an Easing In process to get back into writing a journal. Methinks, also, that I Me thinks too much about art, and when Me tries to articulate those thoughts, it takes too much time and work to adequately sort those thoughts out.

Me is hopeless.

So, maybe posting some recently-done work of my own will get the creative juices flowing. Here are some examples of my latest foray into the realm of color. Sorry if you've seen these elsewhere:

I like working in color. I don't do it  too often, because in the past, I'd equate color with paint, and I'm not really wired to be a painter. A few months back, I tried my hand at colored pencils, something I hadn't picked up since I was in art school. I find now that I really like them. Given some time and practice, I think I might even become good with them. The best part about colored pencil is that they give me a whole new avenue of whimsy. Bright colors are a joy.

Speaking of joy, I hope you enjoy.

There Used to Be a Time When I Thought 28 was Old

Now it's 2008, so I figure I should get this art blog thingy started up. I'll start off with a few resolutions, and a few thoughts on what I want to do with this here thing.

First, the resolutions:

As another year has passed, and another one threatens with its presence, I resolve that 2008 will be a creative year for me.  Certainly, in the past, I've been plenty creative. Art goes with me wherever I am. However, the last several years haven't been too conducive to to my overall success as an artist. I've grown as a person, I've become inspired, and I've even done some nice work, which I've sold at low low basement prices, if not given away.

Now I have a more stable base of operations to work from, however, so now I can focus on achieving more socially identifiable trappings of success.

I resolve to make some money as an artist.

I resolve to establish a foothold for myself within the local arts scene.

I resolve to re-establish a web presence, and work harder to gain at least a bit of notoriety on the web, even if that's just within a few limited circles.

I'm a cartoonist. So, I resolve to put myself a bit more into my cartooning.

I resolve to begin publishing my work again, both in print and online.

I resolve to take part in one or two comic conventions, if not more. I've never been in an "artists' alley" before. I want to do that.

In the same vein as establishing a local foothold for myself as an artist, I resolve to establish some sort of foothold for myself as a local small publisher and cartoonist.

All of these resolutions can neatly boil down to one big resolution:
I resolve to take myself seriously as an artist, and to work toward gaining success and financial solvency based upon my artwork.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the only success I will judge my coming year upon will be that which lands in the categories of either fame or fortune. However, I don't want to work in warehouses for the rest of my life. I want to draw for the rest of my life. I have only ever wanted that for the last twenty years. I'm nearing thirty, and it's time to get on the ball with this.

There are other resolutions I've made, but this is an art blog, and those are of  a more personal nature, so, you know.

Part 2; what's this blog for, anyway?

Well, it's for me, really. I've got a lot of journals and galleries and forums I've gathered up over the years. This here journal can be a way to tie them all together, for the time being.

More than that, though, I need a place for my thoughts on art. I like to talk about art. I like to think about art. This place seems to be as good as any to be where I do all that. Lord knows, it's not getting any other use. So, from here on out, I'll post about what I'm working on, with progressions and products. I'm sure I'll whine endlessly about how I need to focus on a certain piece or project long enough to get it done, although I have less trouble finishing individual drawing than I do comic projects. More than that, though I want to discuss some finer points of art. There's a big wide world out there, and art fills every corner. A lot of crazy stuff happens out there in the art world. I figure that if I have a blog to talk about it, I'll pay more attention to it, and it'll make me a better artist through my participation.

So, there you have it. I'll try to post weekly, if not more frequently. More importantly, I'll try to make it interesting. I've got a lot on my plate this year. Wish me luck!

(Image stolen from Genesis Bereavement Resources website. I want a copy of that book.)

This particular journal has been rather dead for a really long time, I've decided to refocus it. Supposedly, I'm an artist. I've been in a slump for some time now. So, why not try an "art blog", right? Maybe I can figure things out for myself, gain some focus in the potentially public eye, public being a very relative term here, of course. Really, though, this is more for me; a personal art journal that I'm leaving on my virtual coffee table for anyone to look at, should they walk by. Maybe the thought that someone might randomly stop in and have a look or make a comment will be enough for me to keep going.

Don't expect fireworks, though. I just need a spot where showing off isn't so important as working through things. I need to work through things. I've needed to work through things for a long time now. I'm hoping this will help.


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