I recently got glasses. I've been wearing them since I picked them up to get used to them. So far they've made me sick to my stomach and made it difficult to eat because I kept over shooting my mouth. As clear as everything has become (like what Brad Pitt experienced when he was turned into a vampire in Interview With a Vampire) I've suffered an unforseen unpleasantry. I've been looking at some of my work, particularily the pieces that I've posted and their flaws have developed into glaring, eye sores. Each picture has mistakes that went unoticed to my un-specticled eyes; mistakes that shouldn't have slipped through my fingers. No more I say; a new day has dawned, shining light on a more refined batch of work. Perhaps...
November 02, 2008
There are a great deal of things wrong with this but for now I'm going to put it away. I'm pretty happy with how the under water actually looks underwater; that took a lot of noodling. By noodling I mean a different word that means experimentation that doesn't make me sound like a grandma.
The piece is a great visualization of a fear I always had swimming up in Algonquin Park. The water's crystal clear but most of the lakes are so deep that when you look down it's just black. Even when I'm swimming in shallow water and something like a leaf or something touches my leg it grosses me out. What happens in Algonquin is there are hundreds of fallen branches and entire trees that have fallen in the water and are just under the surface that you can't always see. So I'd be swimming along and then kick one by accident and flip out because I thought it was fish or weird thing grabbing me.
One time I was reaching down the side of my bed at night and my finger touched something that I didn't expect to be there and I thought E.T. was reaching up from under my bed. It turns out it was just the support beam.
October 04, 2008
I just bought a vestal, new sketch book that I'm vibrating with excitement to corrupt. I needed to make some room next to my computer for my last sketch book so that it could spend its retirement with my other sketch books that have fulfilled their duties. As such I started looking through some of them and found these gems that I believe I did during boring lectures.
August 25, 2008
Let me also extend my deepest sympathies to all my friends who didn't show up and now have to live with the pagan hex I've cast upon them. It should arrive in the mail in 3-5 business days.
August 18, 2008
August 03, 2008
July 06, 2008
June 30, 2008
At first the game was awesome; it was just about everything I had hoped it would be. I had heard before hand that the game had really long cut scenes which was to be expected: the other Metal Gears had big cut-scenes and the Japanese have a tendancy to go a little over board. I assumed I was prepared. In actuality I was about as prepared as a man who had never riden a bike is prepared for the Tour de France. I quickly grew to dread the cut-scenes, dread them to the point where that's all I thought about during the seemingly shrinking amounts of game play.
Almost every scene was a reiteration of something that was said during a previous scene and it would then be explained in every single way possible. And if it wasn't that, it was an unnecessarily drawn out introduction of a boss who I had to fight; an introduction during which I could have unloaded every bullet of every weapon I had, into said boss.
I wish I could think of a specific example of the verbal diarreha that was Metal Gear 4 but that would be like trying to recall one particular sentence out of the entire history of literture. So instead, I'll make up a scene. This is a scene where Otacon gives Snake an apple. I'll write it the way that Hideo Kojima (creator/director of Metal Gear) would have written it.
Otacon: Here Snake; take this apple.
Snake: The apple?
Otacon: Yes, Snake; this green apple that's in my hand.
Snake: Take it?
Snake: Where did you get it?
Otacon: I picked it myself.
Snake: I see.
Otacon: I think it's important for people to get away sometimes, ya know? Just leave their job and take a day off.
Snake: And pick apples?
Otacon: That's just one thing you could do. There are so many!
Otacon: What do you do to get away Snake?
Otacon: Yes you.
Otacon: Come on Snake; there must be something that interests you?
Snake: I did just buy a potters wheel.
It's at this point that I break down into tears. Oh, and it would all take place during a fire fight. That conversation shouldn't exist in the first place. It should take mere seconds for someone to take out an apple, motion that the apple is being given and have the apple taken. Why would it even be relevant to talk about the history of where the apple came from? The game is full of scenes of useless information, the only real difference between the scene I wrote and the scene that would actually be in the game is that Otacon probably would have started talking about the life cycle of the apple accompanied by visuals that would become a cut-scene within a cut-scene.
I seriously think that they wanted to make a three part movie of Metal Gear 4 but they didn't have the funding so they just crammed a trilogy's worth of dialogue into a video game and then remembered that it was video game so they made it possible to move Snake around sometimes between talking.
And all the "professional" game reviewers that gave it 10/10 and claimed it was "superb story telling"" Please. It's now more apparent than ever that while they were playing the game, there were Konami representitives shooting heroin into their scrotums.
June 23, 2008
June 22, 2008
Anyway, I started a new one using the same sketch and it's already, like, infinity times better.
June 21, 2008
June 17, 2008
June 14, 2008
June 10, 2008
I did this for a friend of mine a few months back. If you're wondering why you don't have something like this it's because your beans are too hot. His beans are cool cool.
June 09, 2008
June 08, 2008
I thought I would weather the heat by working on some stuff but I was sweating so profusely that the palm of my hand was leaving a huge wet spot on the paper. It was only a preliminary drawing but still, ew. Temperature aside, I managed to finish another digital piece that I'm borderline happy with. It looks cool but it didn't turn out anywhere near what I intended. I rolled with it, I guess.
I'm disappointed though not remotely surprised that that alien video was comletely fake. Not just fake but a rip off of an earlier, equally shitty alien video. It's sort of sad though I can relate on some level that people were willing to put common sense aside and believe that yes, that blurry, awkward shape peering through that window was indeed an extraterrestrial. Like, let's think about this: a race of humoid beings who have the technology to travel across unimaginable distances come to Earth and resort to amateur voyeurism? Really? Seriously guy-who-made-that-video-and-tried-to-pass-it-off-is-authentic? I would have a better time believing that a crop circle shaped like a penis was real than that nonesense.
It's really a poignant reflection of the desperation of society. There are people so in need of answers or something that's sympathetic to what they believe, that they would throw away logic to reassure themselves. It's not like that if it were real, they could say "Okay, there: it's real and they do exist. Now the government has to de-classify all its UFO and alien files." And the government would say, "Okay, you're right. Here you go." I think there's a thought (realisation to some) that beings from beyond this world are the only things to save us; that mankind is doomed without them. Or maybe it's that they want the answers to life that we can't seem to figure out yet and aliens are just the cure for societal A.D.D. Or maybe some people are really interested in being probed but are too afraid to buy a dildo. Whatever the reason, if they do show up, I hope they have super absorbant space clothes for scrotal perspiration.
May 31, 2008
On an unrelated note, I was watching some MMA tonight and I caught a match with Kimbo Slice vs some guy. Anyway, Kimbo punched the guy in the side of the head and made the guys ear explode! Like, it fucking popped in a pusy, bloody explosion and flopped around his head like a semi-deflated, purple balloon. He's going to have to wear an eye patch. An eye patch for his ear.
May 18, 2008
I had wanted to start and finish a new piece this weekend but I just got way too lazy. But who knows; I have the rest of tonight and Monday to lay down some phat work.