Resurfacing to post a sketch. Will you see more of me in 2012? Ask the Mayans. Also, Pinterest.
o hai.
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Final, Character design, second semester.
It’s Christmas time. I haven’t shopped, sent out cards and have only once said “Happy Holidays” to someone (it was Santa at the grocery store. He cornered me and I had visions of coal in my stocking.)
It’s not because I’m boycotting the season. I love Christmas. But my brain can only handle thinking about 20 things at a time and Christmas would make it 21. Catastrophe would ensue. I’m longing a bit for the days when Christmas was simple, meaningful and exciting.
It’s not too late. I’ll reclaim this Christmas if it’s the last thing I do! [Ashely: prances to stage left while dressed as Christmas elf, poofing glitter into faces of audience.]
Hope your Holidays are quiet and restful.
A Haiku:
Manly Movember,
with your ‘stashes fit for kings,
you make me laugh lots.
Okay, I didn’t say it was a good haiku.
It’s that time of year! The holiday drinks are back at Starbucks, there’s a chill in the air and my scarves have been unpacked. It’s literally impossible to get out of the pocket of warmth that is my bed in the morning, so I’ve settled for being late to everything. Expect this all winter long.
A sketch:
Listening to Taylor Swift as I do some drawing in this unholy hour. No one is more surprised than me. I can’t take much of that honkey tonk.
This also has kind of a Fergie vibe. I was listening to the Black Eyed Peas too. And Chris Brown. And Britney. Okay, I enjoyed it BUT IT’S SPOTIFY’S FAULT IT STRUCK WHEN I WAS WEAK.
Today I watched some of these
then listened to this
and drew this
I have no idea what “Two Steps From Hell – Strength Of A Thousand Men (Archangel – Epic Action)” is, exactly. I’m sure I would score some major nerd points if I did. I DO know that song makes me want to don some heavy armor and battle something that slobbers and maybe has three eyes.
Or maybe just draw ballerinas. Epic ones.
I wanted to travel before I watched these videos. I NEED to travel after them.
THIS:
RESULTS IN HOURS OF THIS:
NEED I SAY MORE.
Well, it’s that time of year again. The time of year when I make a last minute decision to apply to an expensive college whose deadline has long past and begin applying for hordes of random, sketchy scholarships in some kind of desperate flurry. If my identity is stolen in the next few weeks, we’ll all know why. I gave them my social security number and a copy of my birth certificate but don’t worry, my phone number is SAFE.
I often feel the need to escape from my house because mentally, I can’t work there. Too many distractions. Too many opportunities to clean my room…
BAAHAHAHA. I’m hilarious.
But then, instead of working, I sketch (and blog). Gossiping upper-middle-classers are just too tempting. As the wine emptied, their voices grew.
Alright, enough of this life nonsense. Back to drawing.
This is Shy Jimmy. He doesn’t do well in public places. As a matter of fact, he would prefer it if you didn’t look at him right now.
Shy Jimmy usually spends his days deep in his basement where he likes to systematically read through the dictionary and plot how he will one day take over the world with his extensive vocabulary.
You see, in the 6th grade, Shy Jimmy had a chance at winning the epic, countywide, annual spelling bee. But instead of impressing his fellow classmates with his dazzling intellect, Jimmy’s extreme introversion and nervousness for public speaking caused him to accidentally throw up all over little Peggy Sue (on whom he had a rather large crush) in the front row. He had a big lunch that day.
The humiliation was too much for Shy Jimmy who ran out of the auditorium, forfeiting the King Bee championship to Ned Tibble who was CLEARLY sub par and did not deserve the honor or the prestige or the babes (Peggy Sue) that came with the rather large trophy.
But let’s not feel sorry for Shy Jimmy. He will have his day in the sun. It will scorch his translucent basement skin but OH HE WILL HAVE. HIS. DAY.
He has penciled it in for next Thursday.
