Karneeleus's blog.

2012 comics

2012-01-01T22:57:00.002-05:00

Anyone with tumblr go follow this blog http://karncomics2012.tumblr.com/

If My Girl Was A Shark

2011-12-10T02:55:00.001-05:00

You ain't got no flow.

2011-11-21T06:26:00.002-05:00

Yggdrasill . A "video" by Karneeleus and Ed Peccerillo

These are 2 pages from a comic I just started.

Menstrabation.

2011-11-12T00:58:00.002-05:00

Killeverything music by Ed Peccerillo

Brigantia

Sita, Radha, and Rukmini.

Not much for stargazing.

What is so great about precise knowledge?

Menstrabation

While the results of this stud in his hand : spitting crashes

relate the death of you.

(suddenly in sulight

he will bow

and the whole garden

will bow

incomplete

A Fine Hell

2011-10-04T07:53:00.003-04:00

I took time off from work to do a 24 hour comic, but 3 hours into it everything I had done was mediocre and I couldn't see the plot going anywhere so I started this new thing. It's 80 pages of something. I got a shitload of painting done this weekend too. So it was a pretty productive few days.

A painting , a drawing , and a video.

2011-09-07T05:37:00.002-04:00

A Tender Situation

12x18

Oil on canvas

Protocol
ball point pen in sketchbook.

Soft but Sturdy art by Karneeleus music by Edward Peccerillo.

narrativenonarrative

2011-07-29T12:52:00.002-04:00

A bunch of things.

squeal

20x24

oil and acrylic on canvas

Feeling Very Sick. music by Ed Peccirillo, images by Karneeleus.

Ye Olde Long Island Ferry. Song by Ed Peccirillo. Drawings by Karneeleus.

don’t you fucking smile at me like that.

Portrait of 4 unimportant men

18x24

Oil, Acrylic, paper, watercolor, canvas, ink, glue on canvas.

"Self portrait as a hypothetical situation." or "Haters gotta hate."

12x 18. watercolor, ink, and acrylic on watercolor paper.

Conversation Starter.

Oil,acrylic, and ink on canvas.

15.5x20

A watched pot never boils.

I hope I die Laughing.

Come, Thrust! Go, Parry! Dvoinabrathran, dare! The mad long ramp of manchild’s parlements,

Overtheweekendunderyourex.

More Cybele and Wanfred.

2011-06-22T11:34:00.001-04:00

part of a drawing I'll finish later.

The Worst Part

11x17

Watercolor and acrylic and ink on watercolor paper.

couplanewpaintins

2011-06-15T17:22:00.002-04:00

redeeming social value.
18x24
acrylic, ink, oil and spraypaint on canvas.

Going who knows where, only thing I know is I’m not going there.
2ftx2ft
Acrylic, oil, spraypaint, inks on masonite.

cavities.

2011-05-11T00:50:00.002-04:00

recur

2011-04-22T04:41:00.002-04:00

scroll scroll scroll

2011-03-26T04:21:00.002-04:00

I need a better way to present my work on the internet. I have hundreds of images. Some are here, more are on tumblr and even more are on facebook, but nothings organized, noone is seeing my best, just the most recent.
Effort and time would have to go into making a real website. Probably isn't worth it, when I really think about it.

compression.

2011-02-23T04:19:00.004-05:00

I still have nothing to say

I do not look good in twain, all my suits are made for a whole person.

2011-01-16T05:34:00.003-05:00

Have not posted here in a while.
Been much more active on tumble.
Here is a few new ones.

Joyful Song All Along.

2010-12-22T06:36:00.002-05:00

To be continued

On that wasteful day when I bring my curses home.

2010-12-12T04:23:00.002-05:00

On these Units of Capacity. (bookends and odds)

2010-12-03T03:09:00.002-05:00

On certain objections against Leviathan (more often quoted than carefully and thoroughly read.)

my living by the labor (No one runs to revel)

Fear had helped imagination and said nothing (He has been dead for centuries.)

Leaves the matter doubtful. (DEEP SYMPATHY)

I couldn't change a flight of stairs into a creek.(Feb 3-1952)

No one will ever love you the way I do. (Let me introduce myself.)

A wide smile and perfect hair (complete control of the rising tides.)

For All Inquiries Call Toll Free (don't write a letter.)

Science Wonder Stories (Tell me how much you like me."

CAGEFIGHT (suntwinkling and chocolate.)

Soda Rots Teeth

obfuscation.

2010-11-18T02:08:00.002-05:00

A quote from Ezra Pound
"What obfuscated me was not the Italian but the crust of dead English, the sediment present in my own available vocabulary ... You can't go round this sort of thing. It takes six or eight years to get educated in one's art, and another ten to get rid of that education.
Neither can anyone learn English, one can only learn a series of Englishes. Rossetti made his own language. I hadn't in 1910 made a language, I don't mean a language to use, but even a language to think in"

Here is one of his poems:
IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

just some sketch book pages.

2010-11-04T04:37:00.002-04:00

from November until February every year my art output turns to shit. I try to fight it. I guess I need enough sunlight to stay active, like Superman or a crappy calculator.

Oblivions been knocking since I gave him my address.

2010-10-28T05:52:00.002-04:00

I made this book

2010-10-20T22:53:00.002-04:00

click

neoteny

2010-10-17T01:02:00.001-04:00

another comic I’ll probably never finish.

Echos

2010-10-01T04:06:00.000-04:00

My adaptation of G C Schoolfield's translation of Clemens Brentano's poem

2010-08-18T02:34:00.002-04:00

The only way to understand a thing is hands on examination.
What do you understand?

these drawings are all 9x12 ink on bristol board.
one of them fell on the floor and was destroyed by my chair. But it will live on forever here on the intertubes.

Things are going well.

I still refuse to compromise.

One day some things are going to change.

But I won't be any less cryptic, so you might not notice.

prototype

2010-07-28T01:51:00.003-04:00

I think this aesthetic is working for my comics. There is much more work to do, But I feel like I am getting somewhere.
please click on the thumbnails.

A drone in the sky to the east distracted him.

2010-07-21T05:49:00.003-04:00

"siren"

"sittyboy"

"a lifelong walk to the same exact spot"

I may write a poem soon.
but not right now.

Well,what do you expect?

2010-07-05T03:30:00.003-04:00

The above drawing came after hours of failed attempts at adapting something by someone else into a comic. I had to go back to my comfort zone. Not knowing what I am going to do next until it happens is what makes art fun for me which is easy for images like the one above. But when I try to illustrate a full narrative i do nothing but get frustrated and fail. I have a so many ideas and I can't make any of them work.
Ideas are worthless. I need to focus.
I don't know why I am whining, I had a really great night (and overall weekend) aside from the failed artwork. But now I can't sleep (as usual) so at 4am I am talking to myself on this blog that a whole 5 people probably read.
Sorry to bore you 5 people. I hope you like the drawings.

balance.

2010-06-20T02:47:00.002-04:00

A moment of bliss is worth a lifetime of misery.
or maybe it isn't.
I wouldn't know.

watercolor,ink,acrylic,hairspray,graphite, etc.
12x18 watercolor paper

!0!

2010-05-07T03:06:00.002-04:00

I have trouble communicating.
I think I send people the wrong signals.
If you have ever spoken to me, we have probably had some kind of miscommunication.
I'd like to say I am sorry, but I'm mostly just annoyed.
Here is some art I made and a poem I had nothing to do with.
Don't tell me you understand you goddamn liar:

And He Drooped His Wings Dejectedly, But Still His Voice Was Firm.
watercolors, gouache, acrylic, ink , and graphite on 9x12 watercolor paper.

shoulder
digital photo and photoshop

Fertile words
ink paint and photoshop

untitled
watercolors, gouache, acrylic, ink , and graphite on 9x12 watercolor paper.

adversary
digital photo and photoshop

How much of this is me? Is any of this me?

2010-03-31T01:17:00.003-04:00

These images all have the same model. These don't have anything to do with the model, the model is beautiful and wonderful, these images are mostly grotesque or distorted. I like these, would I have made images I liked this much without her?
I also couldn't have made these particular pieces without having seen the works of Egon Schiele, Willem De Kooning, Dave Mckean, Tom Bennett, Francis Bacon and Ralph Steadman shortly before making them.What would I have made if I had been looking at other art that day? I'll never know.
My materials also play an important roll, I couldn't make photoshop art like this before i bought my camera and I couldn't make the types of lines i have in my sketchbook before i started buying ballpoint drawing pens. I had less control over large paintings before I started stretching my own canvas, but i ran out of staples and can't stretch anymore until i remember to buy some new ones.

Is my art a victim of circumstance or benefactor?

(click thumbnails to enlarge)

washed,and I am not even

2010-01-25T00:45:00.003-05:00

(click to enlarge)

The Critique
11x17 300 DPI
Photoshop

anytrublfindingit
11x17 300 DPI
Photoshop

I have books by Joyce,Borges,Brautigan and Dahl all sitting in my house that I began reading but have not finished. I have some old movies I bought at a thrift store I have not watched yet, I have a sink full of dishes that could be washed, and I am not even going to count how many unfinished paintings and drawings I have around here.
I could be doing any of those things. But I am scribbling faces on post-it notes and looking at things on the internet.

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2009-12-24T00:14:00.003-05:00

Each of these images was made with adobe photoshop.

Royal We

Weeping Teeth

A-Void
(click to enlarge>
I couldn't use the internet for the last week or two because of viruses and have been having general computer problems for the past few months.These problems are annoying, but only because what I get from the computer when it is functioning properly is so good.
Computers and the internet are an important part of who I am and I often wonder what my life would be like without them. I think I need to start exploring that as a theme in my artwork, especially in the photoshop stuff.
I got a new digital camera.
More later.

Here is a funny video about a website:

new painting

2009-11-18T13:09:00.003-05:00

"The Queen Starts Her Legs and His Voice.'Quite Right'Says the Rector"
24x30
Acrylic on canvas

(click thumbnails to enlarge)

I I I I I

2009-11-10T05:07:00.006-05:00

"A turn for the verse."
16x20
acrylic on canvas

click images to enlarge

I don't have nightmares about drowning or failing gravity anymore.
I don't have paranoid fantasies that everyone I know actually hates me anymore.
I like to paint naked sometimes.
I sometimes worry that my continued happiness is going to ruin my paintings, because I started painting in the first place as an escape from my stresses and problems, now I don't really have any.
I like this song by Emiliana Torrini:

Sometimes things sneak up on you.

2009-10-16T20:56:00.003-04:00

rough translation
9x12
Ink on bristol board

(click to enlarge)

and here is something from a sketchbook I thought I lost of few months ago

I'd like to be able to become better at predicting accurately how people will react to things and behave. Making sense of things after the fact is easy enough, but its useless if that information can't be used in the future.

I've never been good at math.

2009-10-12T23:13:00.001-04:00

"X = Fault -(Guilt x Y)If Y=Lie what is X?"
20x24
Acrylic,wood,illustration board,canvas,and plastic figurine.

(click thumbnails for better look)

some recent sketchbook pages. nothin special.

2009-09-30T01:06:00.003-04:00

click thumbnails.

cock

2009-09-29T02:48:00.002-04:00

(click to enlarge)

An IM conversation I just had.
Karn: have I had a blog about this piece yet? http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3280368680_2537742014_o.jpg
zach: no
That one always made me think you must have plagiarized a Kerouac poem I have never read
Karn: i haven't read much Kerouac
i cant think of anything to say about it now
zach: It makes me think of a mitchell brother's porn film
with very bad camerawork
specifically behind the green door
Karn: who are the mitchel brothers?
zach: they were two brothers who made porn films and had a dirty movie theater in san fransisco. One killed the other.
They made "Behind the Green Door"
and some others.
Karn: I was thinking of families and expectations and bad television when I made it.

Its not you, its me. and anyone who might be interested.

2009-09-20T01:05:00.004-04:00

I don't think much about my art before I start making it. Ruins it for me.
When I finish things sometimes people will say "Hey, thats me." or "Is that so-and-so?" and my answer is always "no". Because it isn't. Maybe I used a person as reference for a piece of artwork or this image is related to how I felt about a person at the moment I was working on the piece, but those things don't really matter. The painting can't be you because the viewers don't know who you are, and I like to think that one of the most important parts of my art is the interaction the viewer has with it. If the day comes when someone I have never met before looks at one of my paintings or comics and says "that's me" then the answer is "yes".

Here are some of the pieces that have caused confusion:

This is a song I like to sing when no one can here me:

I am Oroboros

2009-09-14T12:45:00.002-04:00

Here are 6 pages from a 24 hour comic I did about a year ago. I hope i get a chance to do another one this October. They are fun.

boobs and monsters

2009-09-06T15:39:00.002-04:00

5 new drawings
all 9x12
ink on bristol board.
click to enlarge

wanfreudian slip

2009-09-02T18:28:00.002-04:00

I finished these two paintings of Wanfred today.
I'll come up with titles later.

16x32
Acrylic on paper

12.25x18x2
Frames,matteboard,a lot of gesso,acrylic and hairspray.

Never mind the trick.What the hell's the point?

2009-08-19T17:45:00.004-04:00

Yesterday during a conversation about time passing someone said to me "just count the seconds and you'll see how many of them you have." and he illustrated by counting outloud "1....2....3....4......"
I mentioned how what he was saying reminded me of the character Dunbar from Catch-22 and he responded with "If you ever want to read the exact same book by Joseph Heller read Something Happened."
Someone else who was there asked "He wrote the same thing twice?" and so he said to that "That's what all artists do, just keep saying the same thing over and over again"
And so I wondered if that is at all true what am I (yes I am that egocentric) saying or doing over and over again?
I was talking to my friend Zach a while back about the ugly people I draw and how I end up painting them in greens most of the time and he said "You draw what you know, you know monsters."
Once my friend Tom told me my artwork made him think of the connections and disconnection between people.
And very recently someone told me my artwork was a waste of talent and all I ever draw is tits and genitalia. I was mostly surprised she called me talented.
Here is some monsters, connections, and good ol' T&A (click on the thumbnails):

The Dance
9x12
Graphite

String Cheese
6.5x9
acrylic,gouache and ink

A page from my book Karneeleus is a Liar
10x10 600 DPI
Photoshop

Tongue Depressor
11x17 300 DPI
Photoshop

Here is a song by Elliot Smith about misery, which is all he ever seemed to have sung about.

Pseudomasculine

2009-08-14T03:57:00.004-04:00

I painted this about 3 months ago.
It features a recurring character in my artwork, Herakles.

The Naked Ape Has Superior Breath Control
12x18
Acrylic and ink on paper.

And here is another I did about a month before that

The Prince Hidden Within The Man
8x10
Acrylic on illustration board

Obviously he is modeled off of superheros like Superman. He is kind of a parody. I hope to one day complete a comic with him as a main character.
It seems to me hearts and keys/keyholes are pretty loaded symbols.

And this is a funny video that has nothing to do with this art or me:

relatives

2009-08-07T18:20:00.002-04:00

"Relativity is just a theory"
14x18. Graphite, acrylic and watercolor on illustration board.

I had a lot of fun making this one. Just finished it about a half hour ago. Started it a week or two ago.

Shark Week.

2009-08-06T15:21:00.002-04:00

I don't actually have a TV to watch any of it on. But I am a big fan of sharks.

Magna-earth

Dim-whim judge
brung along the drunkstumbling bailiff.
desire for knowledge in the verse
is justification as recorded.
And our goal is nothing less
than a verse we live in.
--"Have you ever watched these substances
thrown against a rocky coast?"

Now we swim amid the sharkwater
in times of tired deliberation.
And I can hear my youngest sister crying
being eaten alive
by a jury of angry children.

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I guess in most of these things the sharks are used as symbols.

cut off, cut short, cut it out.

2009-08-05T16:47:00.003-04:00

I have always had delusions that I will be a professional comic book illustrator someday, but this is what usually happens. I start a project (like the 3 pages below) after several hours or days of work I realize the art sucks or the story is poorly written or both, then I destroy it all and get depressed and do some paintings, because I am usually happy with my paintings. This happens to me every couple of months.

I need to draw more comics if I am going to get any better at it.

Lately I have been trying to rework a 24 hour comic I did called Terminalia (which has nothing to do with the comic posted up there). I have a very clear idea of what i want visually, its written partially in narration and partially in script and partially in saved instant messages. Theres a huge pile of sketches. All I need to do is organize it all edit one or two more times and make the art. But I can't bring myself to really work on it. Maybe I am actually afraid of rejection this time. This idea means a lot to me, and if I finish it and its terrible, I'll have to really look at what a failure I am. I guess I just have to decide if its worse to be a failed illustrator or a lazy artist.
this blog reminds me of two youtube videos.

Upon Melancholy You.

2009-08-02T17:20:00.003-04:00

Walls do not keep what I hate away from me and walls do not keep me from what I want. If it were that simple I could just steal a sledge hammer.

Barriers
"Cold Fury and Warm Hands"
acrylic and watercolor on 9x12 watercolor paper

"Overoold"
9x12 Acrylic and watercolor on watercolor paper.

"Liades"
acrylic and watercolor on 8x10 watercolor paper

click the little squares for a better look

You know that scene in Star Wars:Episode 4:A New Hope in which Luke falls through the garbage chute right after Leia and Han and Chewy , and Luke pulls out his blaster and shoots the wall and the laser ricochets all over the place? The others yell at Luke saying "we already tried that!" all mad at him like he had any way to know what they had tried before he got there. It reminds me of children with younger siblings. The older one will always talk to the younger one as if he is stupid, just because he had the advantage of being on earth a couple years sooner and has accumulated more experiences.

This is a poem I wrote more than a year ago, I have not been able to write anything like it since. I like it, some people hate it. To me its about limits.

I ache from the disease?
You can round ignorant or informed
For call from weary wars against a terror to our foes.
a nation strong, trained up in heart disease
These risks face to be known as shopping.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming triglyceride
not your games with languish
If you scribble your thoughts any which way
we will unleash our caresses upon melancholy you
you pretend to honor obesity
"Home", that is like a wound.
if you touch me, you will move blood through your body.
If it is hard for your language to make a healthy face : summon virtue.
there are products and programs that can help
bearing valiant sons In coffins from the dayfield .
To the monument of the Done sacrifice
Pious For many good and great freaks
in the world of stainedwretches
to my vague memory on you.
the mythical school of thought isn't calm of cowardality
accomplish heart to do this so your heart works harder
and your blood pressure will precipitate desires: pizza And on and on.
whatevourself ; do not know what is interesting and what is not.
The most damning revelation you can make about your hands is
"how did your lips feel on the senate's right Womb?"
their subjects were most profound.
a necklace for Cleopatra
Do womenators include voice?, your happy voice; "I have forgotten your eyes of royalment"
seductive element in your petition to the masters of Simplicity
not only reputable, but perhaps even sacred.
The Bible opens with guts
A special party, have by common voice cut It right out
And fought for the crown

talk to me.

2009-07-30T18:08:00.002-04:00

Bated and Restated
16x20 Acrylic,ink, and graphite on canvas.

This is a new painting of 2 of my recurring characters Wanfred Optigon and Orfin Supernaught. They are arguing about something. If you think you know what they are arguing about let me know in my comments.

supported by four dwarves

2009-07-25T03:40:00.003-04:00

Menstrual Ymir
8x10 Acrylic on illustration board

I know you all know what Menstrual means, but in case any of you don't know what Ymir is here is a quote from Wikipedia,

Odin and his brothers used Ymir's body to create Midgard, the earth at the center of Ginnungagap. His flesh became the earth. The blood of Ymir formed seas and lakes. From his bones mountains were erected. His teeth and bone fragments became stones. From his hair grew trees and maggots from his flesh became the race of dwarfs. The gods set Ymir's skull above Ginnungagap and made the sky, supported by four dwarfs. These dwarfs were given the names East, West, North and South. Odin then created winds by placing one of Bergelmir's sons, in the form of an eagle, at the ends of the earth. He cast Ymir's brains into the wind to become the clouds.

There are other stories about giants named Ymir but the only one I have read is the one from Snorri Sturluson's Everyman's Edda, which is described above. Its a creation story. I'm not sure if it is one anyone ever believed, but it is about as believable as the one in Genesis, and a lot more fun. Brain clouds = Awesome

This is a fun video I found on youtube today

now go forth and multiply!

I'm tired and I can't remember what I had titled this painting.

2009-07-24T03:53:00.004-04:00

9x12 Acrylic,watercolor,ink and gouache on watercolor paper

Sometimes things seem very urgent and scary even though nothing has really changed. Just things people say or the way they say them can make me feel like part of my life has all of a sudden turned into something to panic about. I guess if I feel that way something really must have changed, since the importance of things in my life can only be measured by the weight I give them.

I watched Herb and Dorothy tonight. It was not a good movie, but I enjoyed watching it and learning about the collectors.

Wanfred and friends.

2009-07-24T03:43:00.002-04:00

This is a fun little thing I wish I had finished while I was still excited about it.

Maybe someone else will finish it for me.

Snowdrop

2009-07-18T13:25:00.001-04:00

This comic strip can be found in my book Karneeleus is a Liar
I drew it sometime last year.

Deus Ex Karneeleus

2009-07-16T03:58:00.002-04:00

"Big Slow Secret"
Ink and acrylic paint on watercolor paper
9x12

Secrets are deceptive. People keep secrets so they have control. Control over a person or a situation.Even secret gifts (wrapped birthday presents, etc) are about control. You control the anticipation you control the reaction. Giving a wrapped gift is more about the giver than the receiver. Everyone needs control sometimes. Some more than others.
I hate control and I love control. That is why I paint I think. I can go through the process of making a painting going back and forth between letting the paint do what it wants to and making the paint do what I tell it to. A collaboration between me and chemical reactions and gravity. I am so bad at writing. I have to stay active in the process all the way through. I can't just watch for a moment to see what happens. Nothing will happen without me.

What do you control? What do you let control you?

Have you ever seen Donnie Darko? I love that movie, but in the director's commentary Richard Kelly says something about how he was trying to imply that their was some omnipresent conscious force guiding all the events. I think I am glad that he did not do a good job at making that clear in the movie, because I don't think I would have enjoyed it as much.

This is a cartoon I like with William Burroughs reading Ah Pook:

pop

2009-07-15T00:36:00.006-04:00

These are all paintings I did based on popular science-fiction/fantasy characters from cartoons,movies ,comic books and video games.(click thumbnails to view larger images)

Each of these imaginary people are important to me. More important to me than many people I meet in real life. Each of these paintings probably says something about me. It at least says that I take cartoons seriously. Especially the ridiculous ones. Sorry this blog today is so self indulgent. I am just in that sort of mood tonight/this morning.

Here is a great song by the Pica Beats about a very very old Egyptian cartoon character named Ra. The ancient Egyptians didn't have 3-color printing so they put their comics on walls instead of comic books.

CT Transit

2009-07-12T23:01:00.004-04:00

These are people I drew on the bus. I don't know any of the people that I was looking at while I drew these, but even if I did I wouldn't care that they don't look anything like those people.

Public transportation is very useful. I don't know what I would do without it.

I met "a girl" on a bus coming home from work one time.By "a girl" I mean someone I ended up having sex with. She turned out to be completely insane, but it was an interesting experience over all. I know why she approached me that day, It was because I had a mohawk. So I made this connection with a person I really had nothing in common with because I happened to be on this bus and I had a hairstyle that was popular at the time.
There are a bunch of homeless people I see on the buses repeatedly during the wintertime. They are on the buses so much because its warmer than outside and less crowded than the shelters. One of the women carries around a decaying plastic baby doll. She uses Dunkin Donut napkins as diapers and whispers to the baby continuously. I try and listen whenever I see her but the only words I have ever been able to make out are "Its gonna be alright.

This is a poem I wrote on the bus.

Wimmin and Juxtaposition

2009-07-11T03:15:00.008-04:00

(click pic to read comic)

This is a comic I made in August of 2008. My very good friend Zach deserves most of the credit for writing it.

Here is something else he wrote:

Chasing Eves

Son, we are finding what is sentient in the soul of sound:
That woman, who graces
your soft creature, enwombs it
in the immemorial refuge a girl has but many
have not yet known

When she strokes your hair and whispers:
"Feel this,"
this is the sound
she is untying your knots,
the cords which bristle round a melodious snake,
capture it at birth,
hide it from sight and the ear

There is ever enmity, between
us and them,
women will crush the serpent's head

Son do not bite at woman's heel

But sense her
with your tongue.

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He wrote that a couple years ago and it is still one of my favorites.

I thought of these things today when I watched an episode of South Park on the internet about queefing and farting. It was a pretty funny episode.

I bet Dorothy would have seemed mysterious and interesting if The Wizard of Oz was shown from the point of view of The Cowardly Lion. She skipped into his life with two men following her lead, then she abrasively challenged the defensive behaviors he had built up and made him cry. Then he became part of her entourage and followed her away from his home into the most traumatizing experiences of his life, and the whole time she was the center of all attention. I wonder if he was in love with her, I am sure I would be in his situation.

Here is a song I like by Atmosphere:

Filling my lungs.

2009-07-10T05:42:00.003-04:00

"Surface Tension"
acrylic and gouache on 8x10 illustration board.
finished in early april.

Sometimes when I am feeling very overwhelmed with people and relationships and normal crappy people things I have this feeling that one day there will be a plateau at the end of all my climbing where I will get to live with no interference from anyone or dependence on anyone. Logically I know that day will never come, I will always have to do things I don't want to and interact with people I don't want to. I wish I could stop wishing for this fantasy land whenever I get stressed out and just think about all the good things that come out of this mess in reality instead.

2009-06-29T05:50:00.002-04:00

"Bootlicker"
12x18
Acrylic on canvas

"prydefy"

"room?"

"Liades"

8x10 acrylic and watercolor on watercolor paper.

"Alarm False Positive"
12x18 Acrylic on paper

"Boots"
16x20 Acrylic on canvas

"Refusal at Malmo"
9x12 Acrylic and gouache on Bristol board

"Ad-option"
22x30 Acrylic on canvas

"Well Known"
10x10 Acrylic on canvas

"Bad Vibration"
16x20 Acrylic on canvas

"The Naked Ape has Superior Breath Control"
Acrylic on paper
12x18

"Action Incentive"
Acrylic on canvas (painted on top of a painting I posted a month or so ago that I decided I didn’t like anymore.)
11x14

"Big Slow Secret"
Ink and Acrylic on watercolor paper
9x12

The Amusing Misery Photoshop 11x17 300 DPI

Aquaman.

Barriers

2009-05-15T04:28:00.000-04:00

"Cold Fury and Warm Hands"
acrylic and watercolor on 9x12 watercolor paper

"overoold"
9x12 Acrylic and watercolor on watercolor paper.

"White Girl"
12x18 acrylic on paper

"Heals"
12x18 acrylic on paper

"Calculated"
12x18 micron and sharpie

"As Little As"
Acrylic on canvas 11x14

"Misface"
Acrylic (and lots of it) on 8x10 illustration board

"Pork Garnish"
8x24 Acrylic on paper.

"Second Invitation"
8.5x11 Acrylic on Photopaper.

and from the sketchbook

I call to mind--the kin of etins

2009-05-01T02:25:00.000-04:00

Some new stuff. Let me know what you think.

"Menstrual Ymir"

8x10 acrylic on illustration board.

"string cheese"

acrylic , gouache and ink on 9x6.5 illustration board

"second hand scare"

acrylic , gouache and ink on 8.5x6 illustration board

"12 hour talk"

8x24 micron and watercolor

"Haggard Harmony"

8x10 acrylic on canvas

and heres some sketchs for the hell of it.

3 paintings.

2009-04-17T02:53:00.002-04:00

"Surface Tension"

acrylic and gouache on 8x10 illustration board.

"Thirsty Tide"

12x18. acrylic on watercolor paper.

"The Prince Hidden Within a man."

acrylic and gouache on 8x10 illustration board.

My Book is still available.

2009-04-08T18:06:00.001-04:00

The world is fresh where my flesh had rotted.

2009-04-08T17:59:00.000-04:00

Magna-earth

Dim-whim judge
brung along the drunkstumbling bailiff.
desire for knowledge in the verse
is justification as recorded.
And our goal is nothing less
than a verse we live in.
--"Have you ever watched these substances
thrown against a rocky coast?"

Now we swim amid the sharkwater
in times of tired deliberation.
And I can hear my youngest sister crying
being eaten alive
by a jury of angry children.

Shiva

Colors of the wretched stretched across his chest.
My name spoken with fear.
Shiva is The Could And The Did
more darkness beyond the shedding of old habits
But blindness is not kindness and everyone is kind to you.
So, at least you know anyone for anyone or everyone forever.

Blameless yet cruel
Four-armed destroyer making room
for something new.
I wasn’t kidding about afterrebirth.
clean it up or eat it.
before arms five and six get a hold.

Malicious Delicious

An idle haunting
by faceless banshees riding elevator horses
aiming pennies at my eyes
but missing each gray mark.
The blood congealed in my ears
guards me from their cries
and the crested shield in my hand is just for show.
There will be no battle
and no one will know of innocent acts
witnessed by a lazy fox.
But when I tell this story
I will be the hero
because truth would bore the children
and ghosts can’t challenge a liar.

Fertilizer

The world is fresh where my flesh had rotted.
Decorated with flowers that grew in a dumpster.
When proud we spent so long
wishing and wondering
(The force of blood push the Spring)
and wandering and watching.
the riper we should be by your aggressive game.

You can work with your useful parts.
Heart for hair, Staring with care.
leaving out the hung talk.
This is the most lovely love I have never loved.
I kept asking "If?"
And no one feels cruel.

a bunch of stuff.

2009-01-01T00:53:00.002-05:00

Please just laugh at this now and cry for me later.
There are other things for art to find while I sit here.
Color the quiet with almost-talk,
She is a billion bodies apart from my bright-ugly world.
My world of pen and paper and no uncertain-terms.

I'm just gone.
sleeping love as a statue.
the Aphrodite I am waiting for
is waiting at the temple of Later.

Fuck, so, I guess a friend is full of ha-has.
I sit back and I don't mind eating the rotten vegetables
that I've been scraping off my face.
I ask the juredictable middleman:
"Oh, am I startled and startling?"

Gifts to her work towards rewards.
each piece of paper is charmed.
the harmful lovely image of
my ideal idea is so mean to me
and it is the fault of my own hand.
or head? or dick? no hand.
my head can't be held responsible
for what my hand does.

nothing is contending with Galatea but my hand
and Aphrodite, my fair-weather Muse.
But Muse is a step down from Goddess, isn't it?
the snow that fell went unnoticed
I was inside staring at the internet.

It is hysterical, l and my face are finally becoming my name.
Nobodies laughing? Not even my friend?
How can I explain this decision to live so brightly
and be so grief-conscious to unchanging immortals?

She can be available but thats not the same as being real.
What she? Any she She wants to be.
I've never recovered a damn thing, just repeatedly reinvented.
I just wish I could forget the colors of that chest and neck.
I fell in love with my own art, mistaking it for my muse,
but those cold stone lips never really softened,
I just have the imagination of an artist
or a schizophrenic.

Left with nothing now but my hand and false plans.
I guess there's no good reason to be so god-damned dramatic.
But here I am, rewriting Pygmalion.

kissing again standing up, this tugging at my tie and when its looses things happen.
breathing heavily, whisper that usage, not for humans.
treatment can be cognitive
changes have also been needed to get over this.
me too (or have I moved to prison, or was I eaten by the Hawk?)
that isn't good enough. We don't notice The teapot

(potential side effect time )
our hands moving all over all over all over
one is potentially the riskiest form
Onto the good deed.
The unhappy Mouse was in a clean environment,
carried off to make the tea ; swiftly brings appropriate aftercare.

I feel awkward sitting in you. You didn't talk to me in the car,
You (or I?) led on top of me. the weight of you! I had to talk about you, yourself, or anything.
until i offered. i apologized and I apologize for that divide of effectiveness.
over the long-term low testosterone levels.
touch his face my palm on his. his on my you, you on my me.

Kissing eunuchs who do not take hormones is kind of like a restaurant without food.
As well as I get up, all my mousen friends reported a numb number of fingers resting on the back of distraction.
his dead body floated about and pointed out the screeches against the linoleum.
the Mouse, tightly to his own, says "They shit in sex, as well as experience hell's ways."
a permanent loss in my arms , a clawing at my back.
go back to the living room, realaccustomed to finding their food. need to go turn the stove off.

moans are a significant risk "stay here tonight?"
the castration is done by a nun in your bedroom.
I lead the way, as I carried it aloft. The Frog, being a crappy date and everything.
I soon suffocated by the water, and I will not have any problems.
a route is chosen in attaining that.
he couldn't have possibly known how I'd explain a hickey to my you. you really are smart.
for the most part he whips it in one mouth. the teapot screamed.
beautifubbing my ass, our dicks pressed. We aren't close enough.
I'm awkwardly trying to hide the face. thinking things about
----he is going to be sleeping. ---your worker-friend you had blown.--- I have no excuses---
this often results in a kiss you don't kiss back.

state of peace and tranquility is no interest in sex
a long time ago you rescued me from sex.
mischief bound the feet of the frog and mouse.
an unlucky chance has followed me.
Decreased energy levels and memory loss.
I shift my legs in dangerous situations. anyway,
we don't communicate except with fingers.
when I turn too soon I walk into the closed door.
---I am never having sex again I am becoming erect I am boring---
relationships are shocking my taste-buds. I should get something
---If i were thinking clear Lips Self-castration This ability to perform This can be Those warm brown eyes.---

frantically it is over it is not over it is over its not over
economize or eliminate these risks.
cut back one last time and enjoy the very brink, wink wink.
i spend most of everyday in realization, then the fantasy jerks back
"Yeah, I'll have constant activity in your life, most likely to cause problems."
we have had problems.
libido and sexual lifestyle can the biggest during the healing.
me, when i arrive at the mall i'll probably be worrying.
We start.
me, more sexually confident due to the inside of my jeans then the zipper then I stop. Nevermind.
torture to me.
waking up alone wouldn't be so bad if i hadn't fallen asleep in your arms.

petite Patricia Pimplepopper hikes swiftly
on the rocky terrain of this celestial mountain
wanting so badly to be king-of-the-hill
and she falls and she climbs
falls and climbs abused and misused
---intact---
the climax of Father's parasitic ideas
what is a god made of?
many have laid down their lies
jolly Johnny Jukebox talked kind of funny
but he sure knew how to get people riled up
Yeh! he started it, but its everyones idea now.
Righteous decisions made posthumously
many have laid down their lives.
don't have to have a mind to have a plan.
Patricia approaches the peak
---thinks---
"all i've ever wanted is to be extraordinary"
a pause
"in fact i think thats all anybody ever wanted of me.
But here i am in the footsteps of Grandmother
and all those whom she had admired."

I ache from the disease?
You can round ignorant or informed
For call from weary wars against a terror to our foes.
a nation strong, trained up in heart disease
These risks face to be known as shopping.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming triglyceride
not your games with languish
If you scribble your thoughts any which way
we will unleash our caresses upon melancholy you
you pretend to honor obesity
"Home", that is like a wound.
if you touch me, you will move blood through your body.
If it is hard for your language to make a healthy face : summon virtue.
there are products and programs that can help
bearing valiant sons In coffins from the dayfield .
To the monument of the Done sacrifice
Pious For many good and great freaks
in the world of stainedwretches
to my vague memory on you.
the mythical school of thought isn't calm of cowardality
accomplish heart to do this so your heart works harder
and your blood pressure will precipitate desires: pizza And on and on.
whatevourself ; do not know what is interesting and what is not.
The most damning revelation you can make about your hands is
"how did your lips feel on the senate's right Womb?"
their subjects were most profound.
a necklace for Cleopatra
Do womenators include voice?, your happy voice; "I have forgotten your eyes of royalment"
seductive element in your petition to the masters of Simplicity
not only reputable, but perhaps even sacred.
The Bible opens with guts
A special party, have by common voice cut It right out
And fought for the crown

anyone made on the computer? : iPeople.
Last restaurant, same as usual, a little kid I am
having a sleep on adult objects

to you -- not buying anything.
"so? what of the morning/afternoon last drink?" you say
for have you a good mood --- right been to a good person.
"went to bed. you want any?"
"it is a slip-up. and that i do."
don't judge. still turn to us. off can tell.
What I guess : I don't down, just puttin' tag, and shaved from now
one of those i suppose.

then i , with you, : sarcastic.
I don't hair dying if and shit, but stick?
I don't !
Have to you, you that yoother day.
to the street to get thin snow and try not to hate you
I am at the last time.
eggs of art and we are trying together not to hate you.
who was taken downtown, smokes pot?
"a person can love listening to years?" "no"
boy that did it before you air that out there.
chose a "would have you ever?"
in the name of Cohen.

How often last drink you die with picture taken?
The background with many teeth
your clothportrait and the Somethingmaybe.
and bought the Mercy by the AM.
my last move that in you crawled through poetry on whole
how safe is something (anything) from an "I do".
never over the "don't" from much
seemslikaweekago i went to bed with many "exes"
office-anyone made you think of her in bed. (jerked off.)
"don'I hardly ever son, you not buying any color? " "yup."
same kind. --- I been witness to porn myself.

may my mattress have your current person?
something from smiley faces in a bad picture
visit places as a birthday.
my chest and you have good love
advice or comfort? all the rules is bothering you and piercing you.
you pillaging in the room with all your clothes off.
Do you truth? I dream. I portrait and i guess
maybe I have worth. --- people talk though.

Where you take walks to visit I make meatloaf tonight.
n' going to the stillroom
a shit , not le fudge, was better.
What? you ever taken password besides you? you know how to drive at all.
I was friendly to myself. I guess I talked to myself into sitting here listening to music.
Have you worn the opposite poetry (very convincing to a little kid)
"I like looking at TV shows itsdamngood,
sometimes I'm a flea here with the closmy grandmother."
"Are you can't translate you know"

tattoos and the last wild horses couldn't "be" before halloween.
"Have you ever calmed down before." "i hardly ever try not to."
what the fuck is the catcher givewearing?
conversationalists are never stolen
be a bazillion tattoos.
could weather like today have what never counted?
don't you ever want to love sharks?
I'm sucked. I think it has hardly ever been fun (Sex)
most people are very you to me. What I have really depends on places this year.
don't judge advice or comfort
a person can remember Andy Warhol.

just poorly hidden porn. Possibly my first.
It came running down , threw me down
He being in another to my mother.
wearing only his vivid childhood memories.
I think this was not downstairs in this fantasy,
I believed, and when I was sleeping, the dog ; again hitting her with another memory,
got my yellow wiffle-bat
to the couch by which I saw the same apartment
Then he descended with bat

said something.
I don't back out. Then said anything but vacant cannonfire.
fact that I was close now.
lines of many, while after that, I don't have anything to say.
gravel driveway, and ghosts.
out over opened eyes if he did marry someone

a drug dealer. tight white underwear. eventually became clear. screaming
now but ball bat. between reality and Lex Luthor type violence
When It was telling me ,6 years old, I'm old enough
did shape my apartment with a throaty squeal
the direction of her hairline pouring over magazines.

It told me It was going to stay with him
I juground hiding behind the innocent.
big kids are naive. red and bubblegum like the movies.
screaming my name. many memories lostcompletely
(an anorexic waitress walked with blood. seemed too silly)
what happened after that to me ,that next thing, I and he bought for me a ghost.
and when unstoppable; he was a point
I realized down then burst where the cry was
at least It was caring for me and It pulled my hair.
mother bought into it, punched her
have been in with people who would be dingy, terrible, people of my life.
a boyfriend named face. Crying, it but it air cut , who never stopped at the mall.

no personality despite the capture of ghosts.
Now, pink. I can't. real violence.
he was the idiot that got choked awoke
she finally did talking once she had several years
after couch watching.

all over her. leave suddenly. he remember.
if he encounter him with understood difference
started in child. Not in part of one.
noises that seemed to be my mother coming from leaving him.
I am not the face. I was been police,
but sure at what his voice was over and over
Eventually this one.
I went to up on the couch. he was Doom,
on the couch sleep on another.