Artwork, drawings, and various sketches by a once-and-future freelance illustrator.
You can’t really tell it too much, but this box has inside of it a bunch of wooden clay tools and beads and other weird objects all painted with black India ink. Sort of like relics, I guess. Like maybe the bones of saints, or perhaps ancient astronauts.
After talking it over with my art teacher, I fixed the Radio House piece so that it now has antennas…or antennae, I guess, or however you wanna spell it. In any case, they’re made out of macrame beads, which just goes to show there is a point to being a pack-rat, cause eventually there might actually be a reason to use stuff that’s been hiding in the back of the closet for many many years. Like, you know, stuff left over from the Macrame Robot thing I was gonna make, way back when.
I guess this is the final version of the Bewick book, or the Quadrupeds project, or whatever it’s called (pictures of the insides are somewhere way down below). In any case, the whole thing was a massive misdirection of time and energy (100% my fault), but at least now I know what kind of work not to bother with in the future. Instead, I’m just gonna work on cootie catchers and origami dinosaurs. And, also, my graphic novel about Bazooka Joe.
I guess this is what I’m working on this week, although the plan was to work on other stuff, and also to study, and also to take at least one breath of fresh air at some point. Instead, though, we had to deal with a minor plumbing disaster, which resulted in a lot of crawling around in the nether regions of the house, which is a house we love, except not so much Down There, where cave crickets lurk on the walls exactly like vampire bats in a horror movie. Or, remember that scene in Aliens when Ripley runs into the egg-laying Mother alien? Running into the crickets was 100% just like that. Although, all right, I guess cave crickets aren’t quite as horrible, except when they sort of size you up with their pinhead eyes and you know they’re thinking buggy thoughts about how best to penetrate your Speed Suit. But, good luck with that, misbegotten denizens of the Crawlspace! For I had zipped up my Speed Suit extra super tight. Plus there was duct tape, like around every cuff and everything. Anyway, rusty pipes, yuck (I was gonna post a picture of the pipe issue, which included plenty of crickets as a bonus feature, but the picture’s blurrier than my pictures usually are, on account of how my camera was wracked with fear, what with the close quarters and the darkness and the cobwebs full of actual cobs – I mean, you never see cobs unless you see them in some weird other-dimensional cranny of an old house on a New Moon night or something).
Meanwhile, I’ve gotta actually paint on this thing today, ’cause I’m now way behind on the more official junk I’m supposed to be working on. So I better go do that instead of wasting all the time I’m wasting here.
