you know the drill.
And Happy Thanksgiving for those of you that celebrate it.
If you don't, go ahead and use it as a reason to think of something you're thankful for.
(^__^)
&rew.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
sketch poses for a maquette
Thursday, November 20, 2008
slip into some more comfortable art...
I got tagged by Charles Goatley.
Tag rules
- You must link to the individual who tagged you and post the rules of TAG.
- Post 7 random facts about you
- Tag 7 bloggers and link to them
- Let them know that they have been tagged by leaving a message
random facts about me:
music is my favorite thing.
i usually avoid capital letters.
i will eat almost anything save mushrooms.
bicycles concern me.
i purposely avoid creating art influenced by my favorite artists in order to respect their style.
i rarely, if ever, speed unless fast music is on or i am in dire straights.
i am better at keeping secrets than anybody who is reading this.
and i am tagging:
joonasjoonas
Teemu
deboda
justin
fenton
veronica
patrick
beatriz
follow the rules people, i want the random facts.
&Rew.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
¿what have you if you haven't your word?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
there are no strings on me.
i always liked this character. i suppose this is no way to treat him... but after the way he treated his own father, he deserves such a thing. and in the book - i do believe that he burned his own hands off (i have been corrected, it was his feets. ;-)), though i'm not totally sure. i think that happens at some point after he kills the cricket.
what a tale.
&Rew.
what a tale.
&Rew.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
inspired by some chipmunks
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
Go fly a kite, you!
I did this last night to just pass the time.
Now that I think about it - I never really could get those kites to fly right. I remember running around with the kite string in a field in New Mexico when I was about 3ft. tall.
At some point the kite took at down turn and smacked into the earth hard, which perhaps wouldn't have broken it, had the damn thing not gotten caught on a barbed wire fence.
Something tragic like that, although the memory escapes me just like the joys of flying the kite did on that day.
I kinda like the quip - "Oh - go fly a kite!" It's a pretty good one and it's not altogether too offensive. It gets the point over just so. Subtle, but minorly effective.
&Rew.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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