We've been playing with this stuff called Magic Mold (or is it Mold Magic). Either way it sounds like something to remove mold. Really what it is molding/sculpting playdough. It hardens after a day and stays that way. The colors can be blended and it can be colored using markers as well. I made a dinosaur and some ghosts while we played. Twas fun.

I've been listening to Joan Osborne a lot lately. And like usually some lyrics get stuck in my head. This was one of them. Goes with another drawing I did a few days ago.

What this is I'm not sure of. Something coming out of a hand. It wasn't supposed to end up being creepy, but it slightly is.

I like the idea of people floating. I know this song is a remake of a Dylan song, but I like it sung by Joan Osborne. When I think of people floating though I think of the movie IT. "You'll float when you're down here Johnny..... We all float down here."

This was supposed to be a meteor crashing into the ocean. The shading didn't come out too well on this.

I have this picture of Jenna sleeping on her side. Its a great picture. So I tried to draw. Although a little light, it came out well.

Its an apple. With hard lines.

Miscellaneous.

I wanted this picture of a stick figure jumping into a whirlwind. It looks pretty good.

It was a picture of the ocean. It looks like I pictured it. I threw in a few doodles for a randomness.

I had my cousin Jamie put her hand on my knee so I could draw it. She kept moving it around so it looks a little awkward, but still good.

Cute and Menacing.

It was me. Looking distant. Looking glassy. I suppose I was listening to NPR. I do that lately.

I started with the stick figure holding on to the moving ball. Then the one moving into the light, and finally the doorway. All in all a pretty good drawing. And a crack. Towards the bottom.

A drawing in 3 minutes. I was listening to the Crow Soundtrack. I was finished with this drawing before the first song was done. I was visioning a guy running across an urban rooftop scene, and flying right off the edge. And who doens't think of that. Running of the edge of a building. For the thrill. For the excitement. Wondering if you survive or not. And if you survive. What happens next. You can't go back to your old life can you? You've done something great. In a sense of the word. Something that not everyone else experiences.

I always think back to years ago. Before 9/11. Before Fight Club. I had this vision and reasoning that I wanted to experience a plan crash. Or even just a disabled plane. Something shocking. Something that before that moment of life or death hits I can think, "Wow... this is my moment. In all the people that have ever lived so minute of a percent of them have experienced this." I'm not insensitive. I don't have a deathwish. I'm not sick. I just, want to experience things my own way. Ordinary and extraordinary. Things that others haven't. And I guess....That's why I have so many stories. So many experiences.

So would I jump of a roof. I've jumped off bridges, dams, houses, cliffs and more. Why not a building. I've done stupid and deadly things before. And I lived. And I'm different on the other side.

What happens when you put off that last meeting with a friend for a later date and it never comes. Or you pick up the phone to call someone but decide not to and miss that last chance to talk to someone.

The look away. The hidden pain. The sadness not shown.



"You said you couldn't name the hour it began to feel like home."

Maybe I am a lost cause. Maybe not.

It started with the guy laying down. Or he was supposed to be. Then my mind wandered. The circle sticks and the square sticks. First alone then connected. Then the chasm. And then my jeans frumped up around my knee. Its a map to my thoughts when I can't think of anything.

You tell me.

It is true though. You don't know what you have. Ever. And then its gone. Its a stupidly abstract concept to try and know the worth of something before you lose it. Before whatever is important to you goes away. Or is taken away. Or is lost. Once its gone, then you know how valuable it was. And then, most times, its too late. Its only by reflecting on what you've lost, do you know the worth of what you once had.

I had this vision of all these people being sucked up into a vortex of some sort. If I told you that I would be telling you a lie. I drew the top four stick figures in the upper left hand corner. And then proceeded to draw all the other stick figures. And then tried to work some sort of mental narrative into the art. And decided that a tornado would look good. And it does. And that is the thought process I had for this one.

I drew this plant I saw at the park. Came out well enough. I had a weird sort of enjoyment drawing this one.

I drew one line and ran with it for this drawing. In the end I liked what I drew. Success!!

I have been reading this book by Neil Gaiman called American Gods. I read a few years ago and loved it. So I decided to read it again. I needed to read something relatively light (although it is a book of details), I had read it before so it fit the quota. The basic premise of the book is that America is a bad place for gods to exist. I like that concept.

Dwarf Bunnies are cute. This one is part of the album art from the last Wussy album.

Just a rambling of my pen.

I tried to draw someone leaning against a gravestone. This wasn't supposed to be the final drawing. Its not. But more of a pre-emptive sketching of what I intend to draw in the future.

I had a picture of a guy twirling in circles. I twirled with a girlfriend once. It was a happy thing to do. I miss doing that. Twirling with her.

I have this yellow chess pawn on my computer desk. I have no clue where it came from. But it is there.

I've been listening to the Smashing Pumpkins to end my days. This was after listening to the song Bring the Light. Its from the album Zeitgeist. I'm sure their are many Pumpkins fans that don't like them now. That are beholden to them from the 90's. I loved them too. I like the progression though.