Unicorn Tea Party

of selecting the light that gives the most grace to faces

So, last weekend I got to drag out my watercolors and make something! I got to spend almost three days with all my crap scattered over the dining room table, and do basically nothing but work out experiments. It was pretty nice! Life is good like that these days and I get to spend almost all of my time working hard on drawing and painting, and thinking about drawing and painting!  This is pretty much exactly how I like my life to be so I must have made a correct choice at a crossroads at some point, somewhere. 

You guys, I have decided I’m going to start up a new webcomic, (you may have seen me mention Cherry Spaceship before?) because I really miss the fun of doing comics. It’s in my blood and won’t come out.  HOWEVER, for this time I have to write it myself, and writing is a pain in the ass. BUT in this case it is necessary to persevere, so I’m making myself write sentences every day, and things are coming together. It is going to be a long form webcomic like Busted Wonder was, online on my own site. (I refuse to give up my independence, I accept any hardship that comes along with that decision.) Cherry Spaceship is a story about finite biological organisms living in an infinite universe. There will be robots, spaceships, and fights.  It will be up soon-ish. This year. I will try to remember how time on earth works and plan accordingly.

In the mean time, I decided to start up a tumblr:  http://www.penciltool.tumblr.com

If you are on tumblr, please follow me so I can follow you back. I don’t think I’m going to re-post the art I make for there here, so you may want to grab the rss at the top. (I will re-post it on flickr, if you follow me there then you are good).

HERE I will continue to post things that I make that are not done with the pencil tool in photoshop, including more writing.  I still haven’t told you about my wedding, and I have a thing I want to write about Naruto. I apologise about the legarthy that has been living here since I got married, but I have been angry about the fact that in the united states of america in the year 2010, the gays are not allowed to marry each other, so on the best day of my life I have to feel vaguely like shit because I can enjoy a civil right that my friends can’t? F-ed UP, PEOPLE OF EARTH!  EFFED UP.  But I’ll keep that for later, thanks as always for your kind attention and support, & let’s all keep moving forward in a positive direction!

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mask +

chicken & stars

blind fold

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marsyas enchanting the hares

Philostratus the Younger, Imagines 2 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :
“[Ostensibly a description of an ancient Greek painting :] Marsyas. The Phrygian has been overcome; at any rate his glance is that of a man already perished, since he knows what he is to suffer, and he realizes that he has played the flute for the last time, inasmuch as inopportunely he acted with effrontery toward [Apollon] the son of Leto. His flute has been thrown away, condemned never to be played again, since just now it has been convicted of playing out of tune. And he stands near the pine tree from which he knows he will be suspended, he himself having named this penalty for himself–to be skinned for a wine-sack. He glances furtively at the barbarian yonder who is whetting the edge of the knife to be applied to him; for you see, I am sure, that the man’s hands are on the whetstone and the iron, but that he looks up at Marsyas with glaring eyes, his wild and squalid hair all bristling. The red on his cheek betokens, I think, a man thirsty for blood, and his eyebrow overhands the eye, all contracted as it faces the light and giving a certain stamp to his anger; nay, he grins, too, a savage grin in anticipation of what he is about to do–I am not sure whether because he is glad or because his mind swells in pride as he looks forward to the slaughter. But Apollon is painted as resting upon a rock; the lyre which lies on his left arm is still being struck by his left hand in gentle fashion, as though playing a tune. You see the relaxed form of the god and the smile lighting up his face; his right hand rests on his lap, gently grasping the plectrum, relaxed because of his joy in the victory. Here also is the river which is to change its name to that of Marsyas. And look, please, at the band of Satyroi, how they are represented as bewailing Marsyas, but as displaying, along with their grief, their playful spirit and their disposition to leap about.”

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the projection of triangles

It’s not yesterday anymore