On a whim, I tried to calculate how much art I’ve done in the last two months, using DeviantART and my old invoices. 31 paintings for fun. 2 presents. 10 interior illos. 2 covers. 16 happy frogs or related silliness. 15 pages of Digger. That’s…um…76 paintings in two months, which is more than one a […]
Monthly Archives: August 2004
Okay, enough is enough. For a week now, I have been treated, two or three times a day, to a spam with the subject line “She squirted two feet!” for a service with the charming name of “Exploding Holes.” … My first, deeply tasteless thought, that this involved a grenade and a foxhole and an […]
Having finished my happy frogs, I’m in a pontificating mood, and actually have a brief time in which I CAN pontificate.* Woo! Cute is the new shocking.
The frogs are done. And sent. And will doubtless come back for edits, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that they are finally, gloriously, done. Done! I kid you not, I hit ‘Send’ and I heard the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s Messiah, as if from an angelic host, five thousand strong, hovering somewhere […]
Today I wrote out a check, as I do every month, to Macalester College, my alma mater. I have occasionally unworthy thoughts about the amount of money involved, but I squelch them, because college is part of what made me what I am, and other than losing a few pounds and maybe developing the ability […]
I did three whole paintings of slugs today. I’m possessed or obsessed or something. Possibly it’s just that the end of Happy Frogdom is in sight–I should finish up Tuesday, hitting Mr. Deadline squarely on the nose–and the briefly dammed torrents of my twisted brain are starting to put serious stress on the architecture. I […]
If I can just…finish…this &!*&%!%!!!!ing happy frog…I can paint slugs all day. Slugs in love. Slugs of the Elements. (Fear the awesome power of the Earthslug!) Joyous slugs. Stylized slugs. Any slug my heart desires. If I can finish the happy frog. I should be painting. But I needed a break. I love frogs, it’s […]
I took a nap, and had a bizarre dream that I was living with some family as a domestic servant of some variety. Then I hid a corpse in a mattress as part of an elaborate practical joke. They were unamused, and James and I had to move in with my father until we found […]
Today I drove all over hell and laid out a mildly absurd amount of money on lighting for photography. Being a cheap bastard, I tend to balk at this sort of expenditure, but enough is enough–my non-digital work is becoming important to me, my scanner ain’t cuttin’ it any more, and our attempts at photography […]
Slug-Training http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/9956756/