Splaying with light

Yeah, it's quick and messy.

But fun to think about. Needs work, but hey.

Yellow.

I owe many people many things.

I'm trying to get it all done.

At least I still have my job.

messing about

so yeah. i dunno

here

Lights

and just cleaned up a bit.

Cyber sketch

My character, Cyberette in one of her suits.

Sketched out.

I unno.

I feel like crap.

To be finished some other time.

Black White Red

Simple Strokes. More like a sketch, I guess.

Kinda like the minimal, sketchy.... thing. lately.

Just focusing on kinda form... and little detail.

I dunno.

Can't sleep.

Brain won't stop.

Shouldered

Finished this one.

I don’t draw robots often at all.

If ever. So this was a learning experience.

Characters are:

Girl: Cyberette/Jess © Joshua Tingdahl

Robot: Blit-X/Aiden © Fruxie

Every Day

She wants 'Three'. Of whatever it is she wants. You decide.

Tried some new things.

I just want to do at least one piece a day. Doesn't matter if it really gets finished, to me. But the closer, the better.

Kept this simple. I don't even know what I was doing.

Livestreamed sketches.

Streamed some sketches.

Met some new people, gave pointers about how I, personally do things. it was fun.

Here's some of the stuff that came out of it.

A concept about angerbunny...

A character named Michelle...

some Redhead being gawked at...

and A revisit to an old sketch which i wanna get all done up nice.

can't sleep last few days.

i think in the last 48 hours i've gotten 3 hours of broken sleep.

Which brings me to my next thought. i think zombies are menacing mostly because they don't sleep. They aren't restricted by times of days, or cycles of the moon or anything like that, either. Once you have zombies, you're kinda screwed.

Anyhow. just doodling since I can't really focus on anything.

caustic

Here's another piece i did for no money. But it was fun, though i'm sure the range for interested individuals for this piece is as broad as it is, in the same turn, narrow.

But. i do like evil, idealized, objectified, imaginary women, i suppose.

Still fun.

And there's a mature content blocker thing thing before you got here. So.

Be mature.

Also. The comment about liking objectified women was an attempt at sarcasm. And really, i don't find myself wanting to participate in a long-winded debate about what women are portrayed as in comics and whether i should feel bad about it. So here's all I'll say about it: Newsflash! Men do not look, in real life, the way they do in comics, either! Nor are they usually masters of everything, leaders of everything, pilots of everything, carry guns, swords, drive futuristic cars, are invincible, have more than one life, fly, wear spandex on 99% of their bodies, have perfect teeth, on TOP of the muscles on muscles on muscles. Even the 'skinny' men in comics have more muscle than your average guy. Even the average guy in a comic has more muscle than an average actual guy. The same guy drawing the women in that book is drawing those ridiculous guys, too, with those tight, tight buns and pecs the size of small automobiles, which dwarf most men's actual appearance and have just as much ability to make them feel bad or inadequate about themselves, too. so shut it.

And have a nice day.

but what i'm doing.

i guess i should put up what i'm being paid to do, too.

Since they're okay with it.

There's some issues. background is practically nonexistant.

but.

Real Artistry.

So. Hey.

Uhm. Hi.

It's seems i've done what i usually end up doing. Or what i used to do. Or maybe what i still actually do, but am fooling myself into thinking i won't.

This blog is kind of an eyesore. changes coming, later.

You know. There are people like me who always wanted to be an artist. At least in the head. Or thought they wanted to be. And still do. But then there are people who really... just are artists. i think i'm the first one. My Sister is the second.

i want to get more work finished... things are looking kind of bleak on the job front. i feel like a failure. i know people don't want to read about this kind of thing...

so here. pictures of people having better times.

these aren't finished, but they're the pictures i want to do... the kinds of things...

i dunno.

...Well. i guess the pictures are up there, instead.

But. you know. you should be watching out for my sister.

if you want art.

Welp.

Hey yeah, this hasn't been updated in forever. Sooo... I suppose I will start off with something I doodled.

Dear World

So, what's going on?

Still sketching up designs. Thinking of direction. The starting point of the story, itself. The problem I see is basically that I could start it just about anywhere at this point. But wait, wait, wait. What am I even talking about?

My Story Idea: "Angerbunny"

I'm really adverse to reveal too much yet, but this has been kicking around in my head for YEARS, now. That crazy looking Jackalope up there? That's the main character. One of, anyhow.

So, what CAN I say? Well. The Angerbunny is a term of endearment for a wildly impulsive, vengeful, excitable, violent, and loud ...jackalope. A being of the ID, mostly, but not entirely. It is my hopes that it should be humorous, if not extreme. Buuuut, there really is a purpose for it all.

You'll see.

But yes. Still sketching. I don't know exactly when the comic will begin but, I may begin putting it out soon.

Aside from all that, I'm glued to what's going on in Tehran. Regardless of that particular culture's beliefs and thoughts of Americans in general, I hope that they get the ability to voice themselves and gain some freedoms. It's maddening to hear the protesters being blatantly threatened with pain, and further; Death for gathering to express what they believe in. My best wishes to the protesters.

Also. North Korea. What the FUCK. Seriously. Firing a Missile toward Hawaii for the 4th of July? What Next. Seriously. I'm starting to become upset.

O: "It's not like that's the only way to make money."
K: "Yes? Yes, well what are you going to do?"
O: "I'll do some consulting."
K: "Consulting."
O: "Yes. To help out, while uhm... I've always wanted to write."
K: "Write. Write what?"
O: "I've been thinking about writing a, uhm. A book or uhh, you know a sort of...memoirs."
K: [disbelieving laughter]
:[(-Burn After Reading-)]:

Right now, I kind of feel like this is my life.
But it's more that I'm taking on both roles.
On the one hand I want to pursue my ideas.
On the other I feel like I'm just being a stupid fucking asshole.

Thanks to my Sister.

Well, here we go and I'm off to a resoundingly silent start.
I suppose you could call this the christening post.
Thanks sis, for pointing this out for me.
Let's see what kind of damage I can do, here.

Be aware. There very well may be some adult language found after this. Perhaps some mature images. You may notice that I like pressing the enter key a lot. If this bothers you you may wish to just move along to another blog, honestly. I don't think I've made an honest paragraph in my writing for about six years. Aside from this one, I suppose. Maybe this blogging thing will be good for me.

-aB