Illustration Friday: “Swim”

Scarlet dreams of scarlet seas she finds on the sidewalk during an episode.  Satin protects her the way Satan couldn’t.  

Illustration Friday: “Eye Glasses”

Sweet jayzus, it’s been a long time since my eyes graced the theme for Illustration Friday. This week the topic is “Eye Glasses”.  I feel that this illustration needs a story, so I’m going to tell you one.

When I was a little It, I developed a passionate madness for a gorgeous, gorgeous man loved by billions and billions of other people.  He was the ideal man for me.  A perfect face, perfect profile, intelligent, funny, glorious nose and bottom lip.  Who was he?  You guessed it, it was Rick Moranis!  Rick Moranis is still one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen so it only made sense to attempt to sketch him for this week’s Illustration Friday theme. When I think of glasses, I think of the beautiful Rick Moranis.  And Drew Carey.  Drew Carey was another massive crush of mine that (also) still hasn’t fully gone away.

This, though…this is about Rick Moranis.  I want to say (want) that the sketch looks kind of like him, but that might be the Riesling talking.  I absolutely can not draw real things – only the craziness in my brains.  Forgive me!  Also forgive me for the extra lines.  Since I’m not fully unpacked, I have no erasers!!  This makes as much sense to you as it does to me…unless it makes sense to you, then…no.  No erasers!  Gah!

Stu-stu-studio…

Alright, so I have bits of my work area set up and I even started working on doing something with 2 corkboard bulletin things I’ve had for…7 years (“Hello, Hoarders?  This is It. We should talk.”).

At this moment I’m debating whether not I will share photos of the work area considering that it’s still a mess.  Some things are where they belong and others are not.   Such such as cat litter.  Does cat litter belong in my work space?  Of course not, but chronic disorganization is the way in which I roll, people.  There is no hope for me.  Not even the cute Canuck professional organizer with the hot voice can save me (Hellen Buttigieg…look her up and agree with me!  Her first name is spelled with 2 “L”s.  It would be nearly impossible for her to not be attractive!).

Tomorrow I’m leading an Arts and Crafts class at a local nursing home.  I know what you’re thinking: “They’re going to let the nude-loving-disemboweled-viscera-drawing-unstable It near sweet, delicate old people?”  Yes.  Yes, they are.  Keep in mind, however, that along with art, macabre weirdness, words, and anatomy, another favorite thing of mine is chilling with the elderly, yo.  I love it.  It’s preferable to clubbing or…I don’t know- whatever other activities involve very little shiny clothing and large amounts of alcohol.  That’s enjoyable too, but…different.

Before I continue going on and on about nothing, I’m going to affix some pics!  The last one is the Dali door!  My front door is in need of repair, so while I wait, I figured I would do some decorating.

It Does not Do Art…

Heavens to Murgatroyd, I suck!  As the title clearly states, I (It) have not been doing art. Unless packing and hauling ass across the state and then sort of unpacking/tearing my hair out counts as art (it might…subjective and all that).

December 14th was my last post.  Far, far too long.  Unfortunately, I have nothing to visually offer because I thought it was a brilliant idea to do a system recovery on the Hot Bastard (my old beast of a laptop), so I have nothing on here right now.  No offerings.  My apologies.

I hope everyone has had a splendid New Year, though.  And I will be updating this bad boy very soon.  Perhaps with photos of my new work area (spoiler alert: it’s a dining room)!

If you have anything to tell me, do it!