I wrote this:


‘Stitch, do grace us with your face,” Axion said, his tone as always melodic but devoid of any warmth. The red curtain parted and a delicate hand, adorn with gold rings pushed it free to reveal a boy who couldn’t have been more then seventeen. It wasn’t the boy’s expression that pained, but rather his lack thereof that haunted as he stared through one good eye at Amber. His lips pursed as if words would tumble out at any moment, but he made no sound. His young face displayed myriad of scars and his long neck was wrapped in fabric and gold. He looked princely, but broken. Amber felt her heart swell and sink as she moved her eyes from Stitch to Axion, who’s lips curled to a wickedly delighted smile. “Ah, there’s my prize,” he said as his long thin hands rolled over themselves.


Then I drew this:

Oi. Haven't posted for the past few days, but I have been drawing, just not finishing.

Oh, the sing song story of my life-unfinished.

I've mostly just been doing portraits as of late. Because they're what I love to draw most.




I drew, colored and actually used my waicom tablet (!!!) on this weird portrait of Joseph Gordon Levitt. Who is that do you ask? Well do you remember the show Third Rock From The Sun? Boy, I sure do, because when I was eleven, Joseph Gordon Levitt was the boy with long hair on that show, and that was pretty much the best thing ever when I was that age-for a boy to have long hair. (This fact would ultimatly say much more about my gender-sexual-identy issues then I care to address.) But in anycase, Mr. Levitt has grown up more delicious then anyone could have suspected, and after watching the Greg Aoki film Mysterious Skin, seems he's a right proper actor too. So inspired by my friend Mal, I drew him. Though surprisingly did not turn him into a space pirate. There is time for that still.



And here's some Urchins. In the world of DISQUE they live in the abandoned sewers and tunnels below the city, really only surfacing to cause a whole lot of problems. They're all a little insane.

Yesterday I drew Darren Hayes as a space pirate.
I feel it requires little explanation.



I also made a background out of my colored illustration of Wren. His shoulders are a bit small, anatomically speaking, but I still like the way it turned out.





Everyonce in a while I dabble in logo design with my stories, and I actually do like it. The logo for 'This couture Heart' was made from an actual sketch I did of a diagram of a heart, because I couldn't find one I actually liked.

Here is your horoscope
for Wednesday, August 1:

Your job seems to take over your life today, but not in a terrible way. You may see a new career opportunity, or find that there are aspects of work that are much more enjoyable than you had previously thought.







Hum. Interesting.

Trio's headshot, colored:


And more Bunny!

In light of deciding I have to 'get my shit together', I have decided that I'm going to try and draw and post something in here every single day. So, first, the pencils for the cover of a graphic novel project I'm starting and I'm going to pitch to Prism comics for their annual grant. But! It's due the first of September-good lord. If you need me, I'll be in the basment working.

On that note.
I'm in the basment/you're in the sky/I'm in the basment baby/drop on by
I'm going to see Placebo next Tuesday.

But I digress.

So the story is about a boy, named Wren, who needs a heart transplant.

Oh, I know. Just cue the violins.






He is quite sweet though, yes?

So back from San Diego comic con. Is it possible to feel so amazingly inspired and incredbly overwhelmed at the same time? Because I am both. I am inspired by seeing all of the people, my age, creating and bravley putting themselves out there. But likewise I am very intimidated, not only with the realization of how much work it actually takes, but also the amount of talent that is out there.


In short: I have to get my shit together.


I never thought I would want to draw comics again. And really it isn't so much about drawing comics as it is about telling stories. I want to tell stories that people care about. I want to create characters people can relate to. I want to help people understand something about themselves, or the world, without them even knowing it.

It is very overwhleming. All of this energy and all of these ideas and no one path to tunnel them into. There are almost too many options. Where do I start? I guess it's just a matter of doing it. But when I think about everything-like building an audience, getting things published, pitching and begging...it all swarms me.


I just want to make stuff. I guess that's a good enough place to start. Speaking of, later tonight I'm going to do a big post of a lot of the DISQUE stufff I made, and inevitably only showed to about four people, for comic con. God, I have to get over this whole insecurity thing with my work!

Walk.It.Off.