Put On Your Work Boots Mama, And Your Mournin' Dress

I've been drawing a lot, well at least a lot for recent times. it just seems that everything comes out half-assed and uninteresting. I rarely get passed doing pencils, and even then it seems like i am wasting ink. Of course, i am still doing work work...which has basically been forcing me to finish stuff in the last few weeks. My attempts at taking control of Photoshop to make it feel more hands on and manual have placed me in a rut, where really i just keep doing the same thing over and over. Seems like every image has the same palette, the same emotions, the same everything. I've been trying to work on some new techniques, and some of them work...most don't. but all of them don't really make too much of a change in the final outcome of the work.
Though, i did end up pretty pleased with the final on this piece i did for Unicef. the colors ended up working pretty well, and some of the technical attempts i have been making seem to be more pronounced in this....i want my colors to be grittier, i want everything to be aged and roughed, and i don't want to be doing it through some Photoshop bullshit magic either. Also, i can't really remember the last time i drew nipples...which was gratifying to say the least.

All in all i need to just get my shit together, and draw and draw and draw. too many long lunches at The Winds, and late nights in the bathtub.

after 4 years of daily play, good friend Mr. 4th Generation iPod finally said goodbye (or at least goodnight). All it will do is show me an icon of a sad iPod...cant put it in disk mode, cant mount it onto my computer, cant charge it, cant do anything. Guess he just got tired of being in my back pocket while my fat ass crushed him against CTA seats...can't say i really blame him. You will be sadly missed.

In other news of electronic meltdown, my automated cat box of the future decided that it wasn't so automated anymore. 2 months of trusted use, and no more. I have to wait until the end of the weekend to call customer service....which will be a long long weekend with my neurotic cat who demands a clean cat box every 5 minutes. and the last thing i want to do with fresh tattoos is dig through cat shit.

so in overview it has been a few weeks of personal meltdowns, financial meltdowns, technological meltdowns, and getting the shit scared out of me by playing Metroid drunk in the middle of the night with all the lights out. Hopefully next post I'll at least have something to show for all this emotional skewing.