So much for sleep

There is some crazy storm going on outside. The thunder and lightening feel as if they're right outside my window. It's raining ... no, not men. Sheesh. It's raining as if someone maybe should've built a boat and loaded things two at a time. Fa-crazy, I tell you. The cats are all completely freaked. Even my roommate's cat came over to get pet out of fear. 

The power has been flickering on and off for at least an hour or two now. If we lose power again, I'm going to be ticked off. I mean, we have the candles for it, but I like my A/C, thank you very much. 

Maybe I should check a weather thingie to see that the satellite view is. It might tell me how much more of this I have to look forward to. 

Oh, and speaking of satellites, how sad is it that we won't be doing any more manned missions to space? How are we ever supposed to invent interstellar travel and become galactic explorers if we don't have a space program? Maybe we should stop spending money on war and concentrate on bettering our people. I mean, isn't war-mongering what got Rome in trouble all those years ago? Take a lesson from history, peeps. Too much war makes countries go belly up. 

Sleep now. I mean it.

My sister once said that my pencils suck (and I agree), but my paints are astounding. Or, you know, good enough to earn me a buck or two. I hope she’s right, because I personally hate my pencils/inks, but I love most of my paintings. Something happens between me doing a doodle and me turning that doodle into a painting. I’m not sure what it is, but I know just by doodling something how it’ll look once I paint it. The doodles here were just ideas that popped into my head. I might have to turn one of them into a painting to see how it comes out. I bet my right pinkie the painting is tons better than the pencils.

Sadly, my drawing/painting is done for the night. Sleepy-sleep time. Or, my attempt at it. I should be attempting sleep for the next few hours. Cross your fingers for me!

Other Doodles & Things

My other doodles from my book are two doodles of some character that just happened out of boredom – but she’s got a katana, so yay:

And the following doodles of male sexiness were done for a friend of mine because he was trying to draw a character I’ve only ever written, and never really drawn. He needed a visual on the body type, so I did this:

Oh, and here’s a thing I did for another card last winter. I think I gave the original to a co-worker, but the jpeg was put on a card. I might have to do another winter thing next Christmas. 

The last image I'm posting is a water color I did for a good friend of mine. She has a journal she uses for church, so I painted my version of Jesus for her. Here he is:

Cool Cat

I’m sick. My head is snuffed up with grossness, my body hurts, and I feel like I am carrying the weight of the world when I stand up. Also, there’s a headache that’s making light hurt, which means it wants to be a migraine and will succeed. Resistance is futile.

I may be watching too much Star Trek: TNG.

On the bright side, I have been doodling like crazy. Nothing to write home about, but I did do this cute cat thing for my roommate. She needed a card for someone’s birthday, and she requested a ‘cartoon cat playing a piano’. I gave her the below (final edits weren’t photographed. I made him smile instead of whatever expression that is, and I added a white dot to his eye).

Going to go cover my head to stop the light from hurting. Stupid head.

Comic-Con and Art

Right now, my sister, my brother-in-law, and a swill of artists I kind of know, and totally adore, are all at Comic-Con in San Diego right now. My inner geek hates that I’m not there, and the artist in me is saddened by the art I did for the Tr!ckster show. Three pieces, and all of them are such swill. I was trying to draw these awesome “cheesecake” girls, with paint, but the moron in me drew them in marker and not pencil. You can see the pen through the paint, ruining all three pieces.

I’m redoing them and calling this ‘lesson learned’. No pencil on illustration board, ever again. And I need new brushes, smaller ones so I can try out a technique I’ve been meaning to try.

In other news, I think I nailed down a painting style I want to incorporate into my resume. It’s a combination of Mary Blair, Scott Morse (because I love him), and Eyvind Earle. Strange combo, I know – well, not the Mary Blair and Scott Morse, but tossing in Earle and you’re talking ‘huh?’. Keep in mind, I’ll probably using this style on my friend Will Harris’s pencils, but I think the combination should be striking to say the least.

Now we just need a story to work on, and we’re set.

In the meantime, I think I’m going to ice my head (which feels like someone stuck an icepick in the back of), and set my lap board up to doodle. I’d paint, but I’d just get it all over me since I need to lie down.

Miracle of Miracles

I think last night was the first time I’ve ever had real sleep. Or, real sleep since I was a kid, I guess. I don’t remember what I dreamt about, and I don’t remember tossing or turning much, so I’m calling last night a perfect night for me. I even slept for more than four hours. I think the official sleep hour count is six hours, without disturbance. For me, that’s nothing short of a miracle.

Pain still exists, but I found an escape last night. Let’s hope this trend continues. I might be a real person if it does.