Stone can melt.
Fear can be overwhelmed.
Illustration Notes: Felt Pen, Illustrator, Photoshop, Pen Tablet.
A modern tide generator pulls power when the tide comes in, and again when the tide goes out.
You can get rich betting on the stock market going up, or down.
We can’t always choose our emotions, but we can choose what we do with the fuel they give us.
Your love gives me fuel.
So does your distaste..
And it’s all going to the same place.
A cockroach can withstand 900 times it’s own weight in pressure, survive on postage stamp glue, and breathe underwater for 45 minutes. Calling someone a cockroach is a poor insult. I should be so lucky to have something in common with the cockroach.
I hope you all find your inner cockroach. Just–you know–not in your clothes or anything.
This is your captain speaking, we’ll be approaching cruising altitude shortly. When the seat belt lights turn off please feel free to do whatever you’d like to do however the hell you’d like to do it for–god damn–ever. We’ll be arriving at your destination when you’re good and ready.
Enjoy your life and thank you for choosing Cow-Air!
It’s going to be a little hard to type this, I fractured two of my fingers in a high speed skateboarding accident involving myself (henceforth referred to as the plaintiff) and the ground (henceforth referred to as the defendant) of which you can view the aftermath here. Not to worry, I can still draw. Pending evidence I could draw prior to the accident of course.
The defendant is expected to have a swift recovery from his or her injuries as well. I digress.
I never was a magical thinker. Never believed in the paranormal. I think that always gave everyone the impression that I was a little bit pessimistic. After all the realities of life are a large and unbearably painful fire to stand next to, one that we all have to back away from sometimes. Maybe it’s TV, games, drugs, prescriptions, sugar, attention, consumption, adrenaline, or just old fashioned debauchery and religion. The great unmet dark that we all must fill and carry appears universal, as does our need to escape it. Having recently gone through another difficult breakup, I feel its sharp and familiar pull, but I find comfort in knowing it’s a widely shared pain.
It makes me wonder sometimes if we just weren’t meant to handle all this. What if our stone age bodies are collapsing under the speed and information of it all. What in my evolution–after all–could have prepared me to even begin to grasp all the pain we now know people to be suffering every moment, every where, every day. It’s too easy to lose yourself in the sorrows.
But, I digress again.
The fact is you don’t have to believe in magic to believe in the human spirit. The placebo effect isn’t magic after all. We know to some degree of certainty that if we believe something strongly enough we can alter our very reality for the better.
That’s why I always thought that If you simply refuse to kneel to the pressures. If you just decide that there is a next chapter, if you just know that you won’t stop. Then you sit in the fires of life, but you notice they don’t burn so much. And, if you’re lucky, you might even feel warm.
What else can you do.
Illustration note: I can provide government certified documents validating that I am in fact of legal adult age for a United States citizen.
Some nights I want to disappear, but my body won’t let me.
I’m a physical object, and not a picky one. Always harvesting energy.
The flesh of a living creature.
I’ve made choices in life, good and bad. It hasn’t.
The machine simply continues.
Illustration notes: “Stomach” Part 3 in the organ series. I’ve actually had to make two of each illustration in this series because of Adobe Illustrator issues resulting in lost work. Each illustration seems to be becoming less abstract unintentionally.
There’s always something else to wait for in life, if you feel like waiting.
They can be a long ways away, or right in front of you.
You can wait impatiently in line to get there, honk at people that aren’t moving.
You can check the time, or the date, and wonder if you’ll make it.
Needless to say,
just in time,
To wait for the next thing.
I’ve been more lost than a Malaysia flight lately. Where on Earth have I been? Somewhere around here I suppose. Has it been long enough for me to come back to life yet? Probably. Has anybody missed me? Maybe. Is this illustration inappropriate? Definitely.
Not quite sure where to go from here. Safe to say it will start with a shave and a button up shirt like it always does. Can you still buy Avocados? I’d like to have an Avocado.
Be right back.
Nightcrawler was a strange and dark movie, a movie with no good guys and an ending that makes you feel relieved and guilty at the same time. Naturally I loved it, so I made this poster based on the camera used by Jake Gyllenhaal in the film. Maybe nobody saw the film, I’m not sure, but I hope you enjoy the poster anyways.
Someone wrote a 1700 WORD POST in response to my Brain Pilots post which essentially states that I am a narcissistic leech who needs Christ. 1700 WORDS! In addition to being 100% accurate it’s probably the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. It means my words have a response power ratio of 1910%. I’m basically Ashton Kutcher now.
AND, just in time for the post about me being a lazy bastard and my new fame I’ve completed my illustration about aiming high. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t please submit your thesis on why it sucks by May 30 for review.
Last night I had a dream. No, not about the civil rights of my children. About boats! Fast boats. Boats so fast they can’t be controlled. Flying over bridges and crashing back down into the river below. Skimming across the surface of super highways lit like laser beams and sunlight. Racing almost into another dimension. Accelerating and accelerating until you can’t take it any more. You jump out, and watch your rocket boat crash into the side of a building.
I’ve seen this before. Over the years as I’ve begun tracking and sketching my dreams, a common theme has emerged: Speed and the inability to stop it. Whether I’m walking, biking, running, driving, snowboarding, flying, or boating, I can’t stop. Sometimes I want to stop, sometimes I try to stop, but I can’t stop. I can never stop.
I’ve asked doctors “Why can’t I ever stop in my dreams?” but they seem puzzled. I’ve asked mechanics if they can fix my brake lines but don’t understand when I point to my head.
I guess I’ll just keep moving.