A Girl Named Salvation

My section over at Thumbtack Prints has been updated with a good handful of new/old pieces. I believe I went from 4 prints to 16, which is a pretty nice change. Not to mention the fact that looking at them now, I am pretty pleased with the selection. Hopefully there is something in there for everyone....there were a lot of people that wanted things that I just couldn't print, due to ownership rights and such.

Due to my new-found Mac technical savvy and a good handful of chance, I was given about 30 gigs of music last night. A good chunk of which I have never heard of....and considering my oh so modest musical knowledge, I am pretty impressed. There is something to be said for someone who includes Vietnamese covers of Johnny Cash songs in their music collection. As well as a Bill Callahan album I have never even heard of. Life just got a little better.

I have been having an increasing number of nightmares recently. The most recent addition being a dream in which I was locked in a bar while my ex-girlfriend ridiculed me, and then attempted to "win me back". The worst dreams I have had in the last 9 months are when my ex tries to win me back, immediately elevating these dreams to nightmare standards. Fuck, maybe I have just been thinking about Sartre too much recently.

In other news of unfortunate slumber: I do not own curtains. This has become irritating to a good handful of people...but for some reason I like it. I don't even have curtains in my bedroom which leads to two major problems; a) people can see whatever is happening in my bedroom from the building across from mine. And b) as soon as the sun comes up my bedroom is super super bright. The other day, I nailed a very heavy wool sheet up in my bedroom window. It is now pitch black in my room 24 hours a day. This in combination with the remarkable silence of my house (considering my upstairs neighbors have slipped into drug induced comas), my bedroom is now a tomb. I quickly coined the phrase "Lazarus Chamber" to describe my bedroom...but I feel that that is an inaccurate name, for if my bedroom does anything...it sucks energy out of you. ( I spent a good 10 minutes looking for a decent link for "Lazarus Chamber" but have come up empty handed. If you do in fact get this reference, I owe you a cookie. Though in my searches I did run across this amazing image. I hope Becky is laughing somewhere because of this)

I have realized over the last few days that I am incapable of making a mix cd if it isn't about being pathetically lonely or breaking up with someone / being broken up with. I am beginning to find this extremely irritating.

Did I meet a girl? I think I might have...but maybe not. Who knows anymore? I hope I did, but I probably didn't. Though I must say I haven't even considered thinking "have I met a girl?" in an incredibly long time. I am over-analyzing this. I am freaking out. I can not pronounce French words. I am an idiot.

I Know Nobody Can Do Me No Harm

Before my love of ghosts, before my love of birds, before deer, before tattooed women, and yes even before my love of the physical embodiment of death...I had a love, that started it all. It made me fall in love with zombies, camp outings, boat houses, taxidermy, sound effects, grainy images, people with bags over their heads, girl's in their underwear, jeeps, and underwater scenes. Friday The 13th has single handedly ruled my concepts of aesthetic beauty for as long as I can remember.

Now, I would say...I probably think about Friday The 13th everyday. But for the most part my fascination and obsession grows too strong to bear, and about once a year I will watch all 8 in a row (yes, that's right...8. the others don't count, and everyone knows it) much to the chagrin of whoever I am dating/living with at the time. I sit in utter silence, watching every movement, listening to every sound....if I were to have a religion, it would be Friday The 13th. Though, oddly enough...it's not Jason Voorhees that I am obsessed with (though I do have a soft spot for mutant freak-boy Jason, as well as any shot of Jason without the mask/bag on), it's everything else in the movies.

Now over the years I have attempted to make lots of art about Friday The 13th, even braving through a short comic when I was 10. The truth of the matter it, it is impossible for me to put what I love about the movies down on paper. The closest I ever came was about a year and a half ago...I was decently pleased with it. My girlfriend at the time however, was not. Funny when I think back on it, and realize that the girl was jealous of me drawing girls in their underwear...or hell, maybe she was jealous that I would always love Friday The 13th more than her:


Now, like I said...this was "close" to what I thought was a good adaptation of my love for these movies. But there was something still off about it. So well, I just forget about it.

Flash forward to last weekend, where I was going through all my image files looking for work to print. And what do I come across? The abandoned ode to the 13th. I took some time today to go back over it, and re-color it. And I've got to say...I don't think I will ever come much closer to showing my love for Jason and the gang...and really, when you look at it.....it has nothing really to do with Friday The 13th. Only in my heart of hearts do I know the true emotional force bursting through this rather thinly-veiled ass shot:

Speaking of obsessions with movies; I highly recommend The Return of The Ghostbusters for a truly impressive fan-film. They made an earlier movie called "Freddy vs. The Ghostbusters" which is almost hard to watch...but TROTG is a huge leap forward. And it also proves as I have believed for years; that carrying an ecto-pack on your back through the streets of any city, still looks cool even in the 21st century.

Robin and I will be going to see Romero's Diary Of The Dead tonight. I am rather excited, but also hesitant...It is kind of hard to forget the true piece of shit that Land Of The Dead was. ( and yes John Leguizamo, I blame you!)

NEWS FLASH! : Found this article on Steve Rolston's Livejournal. Now, I assume your average housewife would look at the news of three human feet washing up on the shores of Vancouver islands, as mere coincidence. But I would like to point out that Max Brook's would probably disagree....this is pretty clearly an indication of a Class 1 infestation of the Undead. Watch out Canada! You're in for it!

I Can't Keep Track of Each Fallen Robin

Ghostco is fully updated, with a few new images and a completely different layout. Probably my most simple design of all time, but also one of my most successful. I have already updated it like 7 times on my own server, and it is as simple as can be...hopefully this one will stick around for a while, and everyone will be able to use it as easily as I have hoped.

I have sent in 12 new prints to Thumbtack. I am not sure as to when they will get around to having them available, but I will be sure to keep everyone updated. Most of what people asked for to be made into prints, will actually be made. Usually I just would print what I would want to see, and while some of them are...the majority are "fan favorites" for lack of a better term.

Valentine's day? What the fuck...

Edit: I spent a good chunk of today creating a PDF portfolio for myself, which is now available on my website as well. I didn't really know what I was doing...or of course what images to pick, but I guess it ended up alright. There isn't anything on there that isn't on my webpage, other than some pretty ridiculous "press" notes written about me across the magic world of the internet.

My Love Is Like A Cyclone In A Swamp

It's that time again, when I post a blog about absolutely nothing...with a remarkable lack of new artwork.

I am currently in the process of a secret project. I have been working on it for about 2 weeks, and its looking like I have just about the same amount of work to finish. What is it, you ask? Well, that would be the "secret" part, wouldn't it? It's for a gallery, and not a client...which leaves me with a lot more freedom in doing it. Let's just say its on a 4'X4' sheet of birch, and involves very little ink. Oh, I should probably also mention that it may be the best drawing I have ever done, if not surely the most disturbing. None the less (I feel weird writing that as one word), I will post it on here soon.

So, after selling prints with Thumbtack for almost a year...I have decided that it's about that time to put some different pieces up there. Problem being, I have absolutely no clue as to what of my work people actually like. I have already gotten a few emails about making the current main image on my website...which is definitely an option. But really, what do you guys want me to make available as prints?

And while I am asking questions to the general public: I have also gotten a few comments about people actually not being able to see anything on Ghostco. I have no idea what these people are doing, or what browsers they are using....but still, people can't see it and that's no good for me. And quite honestly, I am not very happy with how the whole thing turned out. Are people into the fancy java image pop-ups? I have been considering totally ignoring my idea of the "single page" website and putting everything in frames, which seems to work really well for a lot of illustrators.

You would think I would have more to write about after weeks, but really I don't. If I am not working, I am playing Medal of Honor: Heroes 2 online which has become a complete pastime obsession. I have however, been watching an ungodly amount of movies which included ALL of the extended Lord Of The Rings this weekend....12 hours of magic, and I still don't really understand who exactly The Lord Of The Rings is.