I’ve done some things new art and animation wise but have been too lazy to update. I figured I would add something sentimental instead. I am not skilled with women. The few I’ve met have been good to me for the most part. I regret not having the balls to actually pursue anything with them. Live and learn.

Vaughnda is one of the kindest person I’ve met in my life. She tolerated my awkwardness, maybe even thought it was kind of cute. She was one of the best things about Chicago when I lived there. This is a painting she sent me through the mail when I moved to Austin.

Rachal was a receptionist for the portfolio center at the art school I graduated from. I think she thought I was a good artist. I used to go on walks with her and her greyhound, Speedo. I think she warmed up to me when I talked to her through e-mail. I guess she thought I was funny. She is funny and has a vulgar, weird sense of humor. This made me laugh (she drew it).

Shanna was the first girl I had a crush on. I think she’s a good artist but she’s a bit of a dingbat. If you’re reading this Shanna, I’m sorry you’re a dingbat. This was a comic she did based off an old storyboard I did. Click the picture to view a higher resolution.

I hope I can meet some new women that can compare.

I have been unemployed/underemployed for too long. It has given me ample time to do chores for my mom while I live with her. Recently I cleaned out her garage and discovered a lot of old drawings. There were quite literally boxes of them. I threw most of it out. I am not overly sentimental. I tend to view my adolescence/teenage years as painful. To view my past with such blanketed negativity is unrealistic. I think I drew a lot as a child to escape from things I didn’t understand. When I was throwing out all of my old artwork, I was ashamed of it in the sense that I was obsessed with gruesome and violent imagery, and somehow the subject matter was a reflection of how messed up I was as a child. A lot of my drawings were interpreted as a cry for help by adult authority figures. To a certain extent that was true, but as I pointed out earlier, I drew things I understood, and because my parents let me watch and play anything I wanted, all I knew was big buff dudes killing each other. If I had lived a sheltered life as a child, I’d be curious as to how these drawings may have been different.

By the end of my cleaning out the garage I was able to view some of the work I had made objectively. I decided to keep some as a reminder of what went through my head as a kid. Below are some scans.

This was framed in Popsicle sticks and glitter. I look like Damien from the omen.

My parents were pretty liberal as to what I watched when I was a kid. I think I saw every Jason movie by the time I was 12. Drawings like this usually got me in trouble at school.

I was a game designer. I would fill up notebooks with fighting game concepts. It’s funny how when you’re a kid the things you enjoy become an obsession. Below are more pictures from “Party Animals” and some other things. Enjoy the spelling errors.

Also, Me, Mike, and David have made a promise to each other to update our blogs once a week. The first of us to fail has to pay the other two 5 dollars each.

unemployed again. I feel low. This makes me laugh though.

I finally got a job. My mood has improved. Click thumbnail below to view the work.