the story unfolds in many directions at once

my phoenix

Fri, 6 Mar 2009 12:58:50 -0800

Decided to make art on my birthday. How it’s different than any other day isn’t that important. What is important is that I am still creating from my soul. Always do what you love and love what you do! :)

we never forget

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:09:57 -0800

A Sunday morning sketch we used for a little Holiday Party.

inner space exploration

Mon, 1 Dec 2008 17:01:46 -0800

Testing out some new Transparency AR3 features in C4D R11.

little people

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 11:22:15 -0800

Automatic drawing sketch and final PS compositing.

the bat

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 13:49:49 -0800

More explorations with the pen and the bat.

before turkey day

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:15:37 -0800

I just picked up the Livescribe Pulse Pen to assist me with note taking and drawing. The Pen digitizes what you write on special paper and saves a resolution independent graphic. I’ve been using it for about a week now, and since the release of their OSX version of the software, it is fitting in nicely into my workflow. Whether it’s Mind Maps, doodles, or straight up notes, the Pulse Pen is working well with me. It’s funny, in this day and age of digital this and digital that, the Pen is still mightier than the sword. Yeah, I know, totally cheesy. :)

echo again

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 20:06:25 -0800

Just something I tossed together this afternoon.

wallflowers

Sat, 6 Sep 2008 18:14:20 -0700

Took a series of photos today and composited it with my grungy style that I love so much.

early cow sketch marks

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:03:04 -0700

Early sketches of cow that jumped over the moon, only this is really a bull, but hey, at least it was a stab at something we are all familiar with.

further sketching

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 14:40:23 -0700

Not much to be said, other than, fun with sketching. :)

radiohead in nyc

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:01:47 -0700

We caught Underworld and Radiohead @ the All Points West concert this past weekend. We managed to see Radiohead Friday & Saturday, and all I can say is that they are amazing live, so catch them whenever they are near you. Also, as I side note, I finally got to meet Karl Hyde from Underworld at an Underworld & Tomato exhibit in NYC. It was a great weekend. Click the image to see more photos from the show.

sante sangre

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 11:55:42 -0700

It’s always a good thing to have pen and paper with you, for you never know when the muse will strike. We picked up a book by Kent Williams, and I found it so inspiring, so I had to sketch a bit. Here is the result after a bit of that inspiration. Not sure what to make of it, but it is going to be the foundation for a series of portraits I have planned.

french food has its way

Wed, 6 Aug 2008 23:34:35 -0700

We cannot stand the silence long, and so the angels must flow and become a part of the living and the day to day, and every so often, their words are heard in utterances near and we can no longer hold back from being consumed.

more than a doodle

Tue, 5 Aug 2008 21:34:14 -0700

Sometimes the mere act of playing results in things you didn’t think were possible. I guess it’s true what they say, taking a few steps forward in the dark can bring one into the light.

it began...

Mon, 4 Aug 2008 21:20:34 -0700

Started getting back into some Graphic Novels:
The Fountain
Hellboy Series
The Dark Knight by Frank Miller
Blood
Ashley Wood Work

There’s just something that just sets me off when I see pictures and words together in unity.

bot.echo v.000

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:44:29 -0700

Took a sketch and brought it to digital life.

how does a cow do it?

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 12:08:46 -0700

Worked on an illustration over the weekend. I’ve provided some snapshots of the overall sketching process and the final piece. The piece is a mixture of hand and 3D work.

a day of exploration

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 22:21:21 -0700

We spent the better part of the day @ the Exploratorium in SF.

inner space

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:51:05 -0700

goal: a small visual study using simple placards with radial gradients mapped as textures.
software: cinema 4D + mograph, after effects CS3
music: autechre:overand

self portrait

Mon, 19 May 2008 20:12:40 -0700

Picked up a Canon EOS 40D today, and decided to pull off a quick and dirty self portrait.

natty never slept

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:31:21 -0700

The death of Natty was enough to send any of us over the edge. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. The funny thing is that it was just two months ago. Sometimes I think it's horrible how we can let the important things in our lives slip away and fade like meaningless moments in our lives.
We were all there at the "big send off" and on our best behaviors. Helen, Reggie, Jacob, Stuart, Maggie and Bishop. Natty was his typical, "I'll be there when I'm there," tardy. None of us thought very much of it. It was typical Natty.
"Did you see that fucking show last night? Just crazy," Bishop screamed over the music.
I took a sip of my Heineken and nodded. "A fucking joke is what it was. How do they expect people to have any respect for them when they act like total ass clowns?" I replied.
Bishop smiled and nodded in agreement.
I took my iPhone from my pocket to see what time it was. 9:20pm. Fucking Natty. We told Jacob, our honored guest, that we'd all be here @ 8 sharp.
I walked over to Jacob who was deep in thought below the beautiful twins Sylvia and Marciella who were sitting on his lap.
"So, what's the story?" Jacob asked.
I gave the twins a kiss on their cheeks. Dammit. Why do they both have to wear Chanel?
"Natty is what. Late as usual. I say we go ahead and move on to the next stage of the gathering. I'll just ping him and let him know where to meet up."
Jacob looked up at the twins and winked. "And leave this?"
I smiled and helped the twins rise up from Jacob's lap.
I watched them as they walked away and merged back into the crowd of the party.
"You might want to stay seated for a few...ya know, until the blood returns to your legs," I said, gesturing to the lump in his pants.
"Ha...can you blame me?" He stood up and pulled his shirt down to hide his erection.
"How about we wait another thirty or so...I'd really like it if Natty were here to join us as we continue on," Jacob said.
"Sure thing. Let me ping him to find out where the hell he is."

........

It was around 11:30 in the evening, and we were all on the roof over looking the city.
"Fucking hell...why do you always insist on coming up here Jacob?" Stuart asked.
Jacob laughed aloud, " 'Cause I know you fucking hate it!"
We all laughed at Stuart. Stuart couldn't stand heights, and every time we came up here he would remain in one spot, fixated on the large air conditioning unit, always bitching to the person who made him overcome his fear, yet again.
"So Natty, let me get this straight. You say that you've figured it out this time?" Jacob asked, taking a long drag from his Camel.
Natty was beaming from ear to ear. Whenever that new discovery was being made he was like a little kid with a new toy.
"Yep. You see, the formula I had originally written up was calculated wrong. It's the last time I mix wine, quantum theory and cross country travel with a dead iPod in a single sitting. Anyway, after some deeper investigation and some preliminary tests I have full confidence that everything will go as we discussed."
I looked at Natty with wonder. Whenever we were up here, 20 floors above the world, and he'd start going off about quantum mechanics, I felt like I was in the presence of a Renaissance scholar in search of the meaning of it all.
"So Natty, can I be there for the first test?" I asked.
"Definitely, definitely. In fact I'd like you to document it if you don't mind."
"I'd love that."
"Good. I'll send you a reminder then."
Jacob flicked his cigarette over the ledge of the roof.
"That is great news Natty. I think if we can pull this off as planned, then we'll really be on to something...big...big..." Jacob said, standing on the edge of the building. "Fuck...I love this view!" he screamed as we all rushed to pull him back from falling.

.......to be continued.......

observations

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 23:12:47 -0700

I awoke to the strange sensations again. The silence of yesterday was gone and was replaced with the weight of something foreign and alive. I had remembered telling her the story at least five times the night before, never once convincing her of it's truth.

When I think about it this morning, I find it rather odd myself. How often do we experience the unknown in our lives with such a force that when we doubt it, it only gets stronger. She told me to talk with my doctor at length about the things I was experiencing, and well, I told her I would. I think she was doing her best to humor me.

So here I lay, in the morning, strapped beneath my warm sheets, curled up like a small child lost in the wild, wondering if this woman sleeping next to me will believe me when she awakens to finally see them, standing before us.

The day had been rather strange to say the least. When she awoke and saw them standing there, she didn't seem to mind.

"So, what is this? Are you going out of your way to convince me?" she asked, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"What do you mean? I told you they were real at least five times last night," I replied.
She sat up at looked at me with a curiosity I had not seen before.
"Ok, I get it. They are real. But couldn't you have asked them to come later. I don't really like being seen before I've had an opportunity to make myself presentable."
I leaned up and supported myself on my forearm.
"I can't control them. They just show up whenever they like."
She slid back beneath the covers.
"Fine, but could you at least ask them to stop staring at me that way. It really creeps me out."
"I'll do my best," I said, and closed my eyes.

It was always easier talking to them with my mind.

the diner

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 23:01:01 -0700

She had told me that when she first heard me over iChat that I sounded like I was under water, but she didn’t want to be rude and ask me to constantly repeat myself. I found this out several months later, and it just reenforced why I felt the way I did about her. She had this gentle way of possessing me and accepting my faults in way that was, dare I say, regal. Nothing seemed to bother her. Not the annoying way I went on and on about things when I encountered something ridiculous. Not the way I always craved perfection in my soups at various Phô restaurants across the country. Not the way I inevitably complained when I was ignored in a shop while looking for the perfect pair of shoes. It’s not that she would let me get away with anything I wanted, it was just that she didn’t let these little idiosyncrasies get to her. She just let them flow by her...as if knowing the full spectrum of what I was capable of, and how I needed these little faults to roughen up my edges and have something to polish in my character.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have many other things that bother me about myself, but what good would it be to tell you all of these things at this point in time. I have to keep a hold of my delusions. They are the parts of my being which allow me to do the things I do these days.

a life aquatic

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:56:21 -0700

We swell through the memory paled and reflected in the wading pools of history draining via the shores of old and lore...the dispersions of tensions cascading in the flares of a time wrought with decay and maladies in this heart, opened, expanding breathing fire into the hearts of the weak. Come thee old gentle night, blanketed in the blackness of a day never ending, the sun shining no more, for the winter has taken the soul of man and left it frozen in a mammoth haze of battery. I open my eyes upon this world, it’s dreary dream gone in a flash as the whiteness of purity escapes and coats the world in a milky embrace of possibility...

a morning inspired by samuel beckett

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:22:48 -0700

I awoke today and decided it was time to pick up the Complete Short Prose by Samuel Beckett. It has been a while since I’ve read anything by him, but for some reason, today, it felt correct to be in this head space. Anyway, the following little piece was the result of a brief interchange of conversation I had with my fiance and an ex-colleague.

Here is the little bit for what it is:

In a mood to feel the death of normalcy, the slowly burning embers of time being destroyed and laid to rest as moments of nothingness. These times, these eyes see through a burning mind focused on the possibilities of chance and uncertainty. We embrace these times from time to time, as we regain our focus. Moving beyond our limits. Moving toward a finality that is uniquely our own. We can go on. We can move up and out. We need but try. A first step. Yes. The biggest one we can make. Today, tomorrow, always. This we must never forget.

a day in the flow

Wed, 5 Mar 2008 08:11:13 -0800

Sometimes words are a beast and a burden to churn and produce, so at times like these I rely heavily upon photos and illustrations to do the talking for me. And with that introduction, here you are. :)

in terra firma i become

Mon, 4 Feb 2008 23:17:23 -0800

Some promotional shots for Mezuki.

It was a dream in the material of the moment, a whisper overheard in the halls of ancient benefactors of change and peace...these slowly uttered words cast a reflection upon me. I was not asked to move nor to move those around me, it was a force greater than myself which drove me forward and up and into the unknown with a certainty that I can now walk back upon this world with my answer.

And here is my gift.

Can you hear the joy between the notes?

mezuki & fashion

Wed, 9 Jan 2008 23:20:59 -0800

An evening of Skunkfunk attire and fashionable beats from Mezuki.

30 thousand feet in the air

Sun, 9 Dec 2007 23:19:30 -0800

We walked on the tips of tongues of devils whispering the hysteria of the world away. A memory torn from the pages of history dismissed and cloaked in darkness. Where did they come from these daemons of unreason, these children of men lost in the wilderness of the madness of their own minds...

Her heart unfolded beckoning the ancients to arise and materialize and become beacons of light the world needed...her illuminated state erected before the masses and conveyed to all voices and tongues of reason, "We whimper in this slumber my children, oh how we have changed in this very moment of uncertainty cast aloft before our eyes."

Settle these ancient bones upon the world and spring forth life from their essence. The ghosts and channeled devotions betrothed and throned to define the new way the new path the way of liquidity of existence forced upon the world to evolve and flow.

As if in slow sure moments the voices chattered into a single thread of discussion, "We need this moment to question to define to decrypt to unravel and weave into the tapestry of our lives...a calm cooled blanket to layer upon the world for its comfort and benefit..." and it continued as such until the failing nights lifted and sheltered the world from universal warmth.

asian art museum in sf

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 00:15:07 -0800