Sunday, October 7, 2007
What can I say? Been spelunking too much into the subconscious (which is fine by me). Weird things happen down there. The weirder, the better it is. I'm still trying to figure it out how it all works so that I can dive straight into it without having to spend hours and hours decompressing. By then the whole day's already gone and I'm way too tired to draw anything anymore. I can hear my brain static and the ears would be ringing afterwards. Then "it" shows up at my door and whispers "Let's play." and I'm like "Where have you been? I'm just about to go to bed." giving it the guilt trips that wives would give to their men when they come home drunk late at night. But man, I'm the one usually feeling guilty afterwards because I really miss out on what it had to offer. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but I see a George (dressed as a pirate) and a Kramer (the mermaid with shark on her head) from Seinfeld. Probably because I watch way too much Seinfeld.
Poseidon there is trying to lure a fish with his tongue that looks like a fish.
The pen running out of ink made frequent appearances in older sketchbooks. Probably will have to dig up more of that stuff later, with the pen doomsday prophets and all.
Annoy pecker on bottom right is sort of my personal stamp of approval. Not sure what is required to merit this sort of stamping either. It's a crazy bird. Don't let it get on your paper!
More annoypecker to come soon.