Eye Trouble is apparently a sketchblog of some sort.

Um, so I guess the title of this post is the title of the sketch, although the title could also be “Moonbot Mowing His Moon Yard.” Which I guess is mostly the same title, so, whatever. Anyway, if it wasn’t late I’d fix the fourteen things about the sketch that wandered away from the original image I had in my head, but it is late, so I won’t fix ‘em tonight, and really probably won’t ever fix ‘em, ’cause there are many other things I’ve gotta draw, and mistaken drawings are good for thinking about, at least, in a self-teaching sort of way.

All right, so, as usual, today’s one of those days where I have next to no time for any type of cyberspatial activities. What I’m doing instead is, I’m spending the day out in the actual realistic world, painting and drawing and writing and also maybe studying, if my eyes and brain’ll cooperate, which is always an open question. Plus I guess I’m gonna try to take care of some paperwork that badly needs to get taken care of. Plus, perhaps today’ll be the day I catch up on politics…it’s been a while since I last heard or read anything about the primaries and I need to see how Chris Dodd is doing.

Anyway, since all of that sort of stuff is not, of course, the sort of junk worth blogging about, I’m gonna go ahead and not blog about it. Assuming “blog” is now officially and not just casually a verb, which I guess it’s been for a while now.

Oh, and here are a few old drawings I’m sort of tossing overboard from out of some ancient sketchbooks. Sometimes I have a very foggy notion what I wanna draw, but usually what I end up drawing is way, way far from whatever the first idea was. And also usually not a tenth as “good” as I’d pictured in my head. Which I suppose is normal, although who knows, I’ve only ever known about 1.5 other visual artists in person, so all I’ve got to go on for how to do this stuff is just various sorts of hunches.

Before I go, I need to mention (’cause I forgot to mention when it happened), congratulations to Sophia Camille for getting born into this crazy world! You’re a lucky kid, on account of hundreds of reasons, but especially ’cause your parents are very good people, and also ’cause you’re gonna grow up near one of the best taquito places on the whole entire planet of the Earth.

Okay, back to work.

Except: the idea for the butterfly drawing was stolen from an original artwork by one of my nieces. Sorry, kid, but your uncle’s one of those type of pseudo-artists who steals ideas from wherever he can steal ‘em. I totally always admit I’m not original, though. If that helps. Which I’m sure it doesn’t.