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A hole in reality itself
Sweating darkness
Eating the very fabric of life
Where does it all go?
A craft appears,
glistening with hi-beams
crawling with small dancing crustaceans
An entire ecosystem of appreciation for all things small

How much light would it take to fill that hole?
A final question exhaled as the only remaining
memory of the craft that now wasn't.

It was the kind of darkness that space could only dream of.
Blackness itself kneeled and prayed before this unholy absence for forgiveness.
A universe of suns tried and faild to put a dent in the insatiable consumption.

How could one mortal vessle ever dream it could aspire to anything beyond
crushing darkness let alone filling some of the void?

Well, Occam's razor is a heavy tool when dissecting light.
To peel back the layers of a photon
And find the glowing seed of purpose
To reaveal the tiny beauty in everything tiny.
That a smudge of color glinting off a piece of trash in the road
can outweigh the nothingness of all the universe.

Light is finite.
Every star will die.
and blackness never fades.
But light finds a way to live on.
It lives and loves; reproduces and evolves
and continues despite.
Blackness never changes.

Thus the little craft tries to bury the darkness in a grave of light,
but will it be enough?

Tozepan

More flaming stuff

the beast awakens

A shining patch of buttery spring light illuminates the bear's left eye. Where once there could only be heard the low end rumbling of a beasts slumber, there emanates a lazy grumble. The eye opens with a start and the quarter sized pupils dilate in to focus on the bright light. He is AWAKE!

Yet another winter has been weathered and due to my not having been born at the turn of the TWENTIETH century i must keep up my internet presence. I have art and pictures and sketches to put up ... that require a good internet connection to upload.

more to come because i've been tired of waiting.

Done dun duhn. finito. terminado. fin.

Here is my submission for the latest Raw Paw magazine. The theme this time is dreams. I based it on a couple cool dreams i had but one in particular this one about swimming through dog soup. 

DREAMZZZ of dog souping and not recouping...

heres the two parts together. both are half finished there's going to be more stuff in the waters

dreamz pt.1

 halfway done

Say Please

Her feet rest firmly on the sky

While her shimmering digits

dance the work of millions

to an earthly beat

Don't forget this

Even when they bear down

with their sweet and

artificially flavored diversions

For you are sure to find

That they will clean and polish

and gnash their teeth

and banish your flame 

to eternal blandness

Always say 

please and thank you 

to her.

This was going to be for something, but now it's not. Actually this makes the first thing that i have finished just for fun in a long while. i may add some simple colors when i get the chance. 

The Ghost of Stephen Foster

Finito. Beneath is an alternate version that i still like despite the critics and naysayers. 

(You know who you are.)

Tag team.

My part is about done.

Keep on truckin'

More progress on the mural. I'm getting so close i can taste the latex. . . .  hmm thats weird..... but the detail stages are seeming to drag on as from far away it doesn't look like much is happening even after hours of outlining and highlighting. The writing alone has taken 5 hours. but i have to say it looks as crisp as bacon from afar. Also there is another 25% of the painting that got cut off in this pic.

Adieu but not goodbye

A sketchy de mi amigo Taylor in his cooking zen mode. (He leaves for packabacking in France today)

whiskey ghost paisley

i want this as a necktie.

WARNING: TOP SECRET.

Part of a top secret project in the works between the CIA and the KGB. . . .  i think i might be the KGB. The type in the middle will almost certainly be different and the drawings are still sketches . . . . but anyway. . . . this is a teaser of more to come.  . . . a whole portfolio in fact . . . . .

The midnight oil.

 Well here is the mural as it stands. Not counting my week and a half road trip adventure..... I have certainly put some hours into it but i am really happy with where it's going. It is amazing how freaking long it takes to even block in colors on a painting this big... i can work all night and it doesn't look like i've done that much. but all the work is not in vain... when it's done i hope for this to be the flagship of a new and revamped and re-branded fire-breathing whiskey-drinking rock 'n rollin'  portfolio complete with laser cannons.

Itsa comin alonga.

So the mural is starting to come along. I am drawing out everything on the wall to be painted.... monday.....tomorrow. Woah, tomorrow is monday. The lighting is really carp-y in my room especially now that i got a fish tank.

Oh you

Keep it going!!

More stuff to be in-corporealated into the mural. I'm feeling good! Da nananana na nuh.

Humble beginnings.

I'm starting work on Mural no. dos. it will be a sort of giant sized illustration of Shel Silverstein's poem Put Something In. i will add the text of the poem here later. but these are some preliminary drawings that i will project on to my classroom wall to and make super big and awesome. I'm still working on the octopus riding the brontosaurus and the gorilla riding in a pickup truck.

DUH DUH DUH DUHN.

CannED Beats. Go see 'um

They eat the beat,

Reaping the fruits of bottled efforts.

Time drags on past their dying day,

and still they munch.

Feeding their fertile flames,

and stacking those nutritious logs

on their porch for the winter.

You get mighty cold when you're just bones.

Coffeeshop peebuls and of course dinosaurs.

too much of my liffee is spent at the coffee shoppee.

Blind Contours

Perhaps a something more?

I know there is a story here.

Soul Track Mind show!

HEY! this is happening. If you live in Austin....GO!

evolucion

now it looks like this!

BUT IT AIN'T DONE YET!

oh and this

{ITS A WIP}

WORK IN

PROGRESS!

jess sum stuf

Behold the power of the banjo.

....and then there's this.....

William Hartnell and some dude from an early Doc Who episode

drawlins'

Shhpache-shipsh

Did i post the designs i did for this project? I don't know......i suppose the poster comes first......

I have been working on spaceship designs for an upcoming web series.
poster needs a bit more tweaking and painting but i'm posting it whilst i procrastinate....

ChArMeD.

And now for something completely different.

This is my submission to the latest edition of RawPaw magazine.
The theme was charm.

One who tumbles.

http://britt-irick.tumblr.com/

so there's this now.

Busy-ness

Sniff sniff.  . . . . is that!? it is! new business cards!

BOO.

A drawing for last week's illustration friday: Haunt. 

BOO.

Alex D. i'm sure you are not reading this but yes that is you.