Monday, February 28, 2011

coloring book contest!

The first ever contest on my blog:
who ever colors this image I made,
with the most zeal an finesse,
by what ever means at your disposal,
wins the portrait I recently painted of myself.

scan your entries and send them to me by march 5th.
click for a closer view, and If you want a bigger file just get in contact with me
and I will provide it.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Friday, February 25, 2011

Charicter sketches

Character sketches for "Simian Virus 5000"


a comic book idea.
as always click to enlarge

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

runner up for the new design

here is the uncolored runner up for the new header I just made. 
I love this one too. but it's no gaping hell maw.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Poemitionos

Wakefulness can be Hard
like sharpened ceramic shards
of tiles from grand halls, lost

tied together in vaulted spirals
made to dance on dry old wind

blown in from desert canyons
howling lost demented hymns

grown in minds of timid prophets
sung by sailors skimming frost

from lakes seas and oceans
flowing through the blood of Faust.


Red
This is the story of the red castle bastion
stood at summit of the deep rosy hill
low in the valley of burgandy scrub brush
populated by cardinal, foxes, and land crabs
each with an eerie vibrancy.
who scurry and flutter and fly
as the old copper cavalier gallops on
his engine's flanks shiver and shake off
sanguine chips and flakes
A whinny echos as hoof beats fly by
russet dust agitated, settles slowly
on tiny vermilion flowers

chestnut armor rattles on to that little cherry mountain.

(dedicated to Red Mtn. and the Brothers Grim)


Mayor of Friday
brown eyed chica says "te amo"
as you lift your famous paper hat two inches from your head
about face
return it to gravity's bastion
and put your feet out of doors

you think you're a Bob Dylan song
or the King of the Moon
or the Mayor of Friday
no one has ever told you otherwise

you think you're a Bob Dylan song
just because
you wouldn't say it back
left her standing in the vestibule

but really you're thinking of another girl
and the thrashing you will give her



Fair warning
Fair warning.
I was just in your house.
I just walked in, you told me I should
Sometime, somewhere else.

Now I’m eating breakfast,
And fluctuating
It’s all past tense at the moment,

But I still love you as a case study
And a cautionary tale.
Fair warning I heard you fuck

And your voice

is magnificent.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

T-shirt I made for a budski

She gave me a shirt and some fabric markers, I gave her the world.

Monday, February 7, 2011

I want to get better at text

it's time to get better at text
I want a design corse taught to me,
by myself ... from the future.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

more!

so I fixed yesterday's post and now for today!