After a few too many fights with wordpress, I’ve decided to move the blog elsewhere. You can visit me now at http://zettaworks.blogspot.com/.
A tribute to doodling, the past time of preference for idle hands. Click for a better view—the full piece is twenty inches long, and didn’t scale down that well.
An appropriate word to post on, considering I’ve been blog absent for almost two months. I’ve been working on a very large commission, building an online portfolio, and generally restructuring my whole online presence. Plus…it’s summer! The official season of absenteeism, even for the self-employed. There could be pictures of my hot-air ballooning adventure in the future, if anyone decides to send them to me.
The poor shop, it’s been so neglected. I’ll start listing this series tomorrow.
Obviously inspired by a tattoo book I picked up from the library. I really love tattoos–I always said I was going to get one to celebrate graduating from college. But by the time I actually got there I was so bitter over my whole college experience (not to mention broke) that the last thing I wanted was something permanently engraved on my body to commemorate it.
But the next time some big, positive life event happens…yeah. I’m getting my tattoo.
Twenty minute photoshop sketch, for the ongoing digital sketchbook project. I’ve really had a craving for fish lately.
One of the things I really looked forward to learning when I went to college was digital painting. And guess what I never got so much as a class in. Yeah. Apparently learning to build a banana out of balsa wood was more important (All art professors are a little different, but sculpture professors are a very special brand of weird).
Sure, I mess around with photoshop occasionally, but I think it’s time I actually sat down with some books and tutorials and figured it out for real. So that’s what I’ve been doing for the past week. To keep up with things I decided to start doing 20 minute sketches every morning, so here’s one of the first entries of my digital sketchbook.
You can find surprising things growing out of sidewalk cracks.
So I saw ‘Up’ in 3D yesterday. Great movie, but if you are at all prone to crying it will destroy you within, oh, the first ten minutes (luckily my eyes were too busy freaking out over the 3D glasses and all the havoc they were wrecking on my peripheral vision to produce any real tears).
I always seem to come away from Pixar films thinking “Yeah, that totally reminds me of myself and K.” Possibly because the couples in their movies follow the same general formula. The guy is always dorky and endearing. And the girl is always slightly crazy.
Leaving the theatre (we’re the nerds that stay until the credits are done rolling, “just in case”) we passed a shrimpy pre-pubescent usher who said, in that completely flat voice that I think all teenagers have, “Thanks for coming. Hope you had an ‘Up’lifting experience.” We spent dinner debating whether it was his own line or some script the managers had put everyone up to saying—either way, it was hilarious.