Junky

The Emperor

I havn't enjoyed drawing this much in a year. I feel alive again.
These character sketches are hopefully goin' to be for something grander in the works if I get off my arse. Sorry for the bad scan.

Face it tiger.

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This is the part where I look deep inside myself and find my clear conscience saying, "Run, Peter Parker. Run as fast as you can from the crazy lady who broke your heart. She's crazy! Thats not attractive at all!

And then the rest of me beats that part to a bloody pulp, and lets conscience go.

I let it all go by pulling her closer and everything fades away.

For a second.. the last second before I shut my brain off and become all body, I can't help but think what a bad idea this is..

... And I smile.

Bring it on.
"

Updates coming soon.

The Picture of Sasha Grey

"Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self."
Jean-Luc Godard, Les Amis du Cinéma

I want your skulls.

Oiling painting elective assessment numero uno, nicer photos and more crap to come.

Edit: Oh yeah, and its a cow skull. Not a dragon. Dragons do not exist.

Miss Moriarty

There was this strange sense of maternal satisfaction in the air, for the girls were really looking at Dean the way a mother looks at the dearest and most errant child, and he with his sad thumb and all his revelations knew it well, and that was why he was able, in tick-tocking silence, to walk out of the apartment without a word, to wait for us downstairs as soon as we'd made up out minds about time. This was what we sensed about the chost on the sidewalk. I looked out the window. He was alone in the doorway, digging the street. Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness - everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and estatic joy of pure being.

'Come on, Galatea, Marie, Let's go hit the jazz joints and forget it. Dean will be dead someday. Then what can you say to him?'

'The sooner he's dead the better,' said Galatea, and she spoke officially for almost everyone in the room.

'Very well, then,' I said, 'but now he's alive and I'll bet you want to know what he does next and thats because he's got the secret that we're all busting to find and its splitting his head wide open and if he does mad don't worry, it wont be your fault but the fault of God."

They objected to this; they said I really didn't know Dean; they said he was the worst scoundrel that ever lived and I'd find out someday to my regret. Roy Johnson rose to the defence of the ladies and said he knew Dean better than anybody, and all Dean was, was just a very interesting and even amusing con-man. I went out to find Dean and we had a breif talk about it.

"Ah, man, don't worry, everything is perfect and fine." He was rubbing his belly and licking his lips.

'On the road'
Jack Kerouac

Digital hobo.

First digital painting in a few months.

Dionysus

What a prawn.

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Drapery

Because I like to wear dresses, don't tell anyone.

Decapitation

Decapitation has never looked so sexy.

Oh yeah and-

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Catch-up

In my own country I am in a far-off land
I am strong but have no force or power
I win all yet remain a loser
At break of day I say goodnight
When I lie down I have a great fear
Of falling.

Raphael Study

Mmmhmm. Dat ass

Rembrandt master study

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Shudder

2 minute sketches

"What is the meaning of this voyage to New York? What kind of sordid buisness are you on now? I mean, man, whither goest thou? Whither goest thou America, in thy shiney car at night?"

"Whither goest thou?" Echoed Dean.

We sat and didn't know what to say; there was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Self Portrait

" The days of wrath are yet to come. The balloon won't sustain you much longer. And not only that, but its an abstract balloon., You'll all go flying to the West Coast and come staggering back in search of your stone."

Life Painting

This guy was pretty hilarious, he went around critiquing everyones paintings of him, he told me he'd buy mine off me for 50 dollars so he'd have something he can sell when i'm famous.

Hey, what can I say, I'm fucking amazing.

Life Drawing

My schools better than your school because I look at naked people all day.

Unfortunately this one had a saggy giney.

Girls night out

I'm starting to feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I start art school Monday, have zero money, am an arsehair away from being sacked, the friendships i've held dear for so long have started to strain and my family life in in shambles.

But hey, we saw some lads making out yesterday so lifes not too bad.

Pentel Brush pens and pencil of Kareems backyard.

Chee-kan.

Fifth element refference anyone?

A sketch of Nina Gibbs done with my Pentel Brush pens while sitting in Ogalo on Oxford st.

Rooby doo.

James Dean

Its 2009, I should probably do something with this blog. Blogger is where its at for all the cool cats these days. Heres a drawing I did of JAMES DEAN. The eyes are too big and not squinty enough, this is the first real time i've drawn anything properly using a biroe.

Keep Rockin' and Rollin'.