Archive for June, 2010

Unrelated work…

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

Some work on my door of perception.

Backend work…

Friday, June 11th, 2010

Preliminary sketching for Shoot, Shovel, Shut Up.

Shoot, Shovel, Shut Up…

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

Through me the road to the city of desolation,
Through me the road to sorrows diuturnal,
Through me the road among the lost creation.

Justice moved my great maker; God Eternal
wrought me: the power, and the unsearchably
high wisdom, and the primal love supernal.

Nothing ere I was made was made to be
save this eterne, and I eterne abide;
lay down all hope, you that go by me.

This is a tale of woe, this is a tale of…

…it is a tale of whining and complaining and putting the great (HA!) state Wisconsin down, so if you don’t want to hear it, take a hike. I haven’t quite been the same since spending my six month term there, I’m tired of running to a therapist every time there is a perceived problem with me. I do have issues, I can’t run a business, I’m not a cook, and I have no patiences to watch a lot of money circle the drain. I really hate optimists. I want to hear how bad an idea is before jumping into it, give me some ammo to fix the problem before it starts. So I’m going to put my pen and brush to the problem and see what comes out the other end. Oily brown excrement likely.

Wisconsin showed me a side of me that I didn’t like to see and didn’t care too, and a downtrodden way of life that even the folks who do have jobs, and cars and mortgages seem to thrive on. And the ones that have none of that are sitting on a bar stool waiting for the one township job that requires the ability to drive a skidder and a dump truck to open up. Fathers don’t teach boys how to ride a bike, Combines are more practical. A bunch of fucking martyrs if I ever seen. There is a lack of access to the outside world that I could not begin to stand. I know letting this fester in my guts is going to kill me a jeopardize the good things I do have, hate is natural and easy to live with, but internalized hate becomes evil and that’s not me. And it makes you talk to yourself. Talking to yourself in public is frowned upon, even if the answers are better.

This is mostly a visual journey, I will be posting the progress in these posts and a separate page too the right of this article.

Four years and I think I’ve finally found something to talk about in the Barnyard.


P.S.- Colophon: In keeping with my open source experiment, the images in this expedition will be created solely on a Linux based machine, using various open source graphic programs, most notably, Inkscape, and Gimp (2d vector drawing and photo editor; respectively)