a soft chuckle that says, "so there i am"

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Sorry if the writing on this one is even harder to read than usual. This is scanned right out of my sketchbook, so if any of it reads funny, it's because it hasn't been edited beyond the few crossed out words already seen. Perhaps some day I will write something that goes beyond the initial rough draft, but September 6th, 2011 was not that day. Here's the text:
You escape the room leaving the wildness of the party for a quick recovery
and go downstairs to get some water, maybe use the half-bathroom few people know about so you won't be interrupted.
You can hear the bass through the ceiling, the chorus, the shift of feet falling mostly in unison to the beat.
You know that you created the moment. Everybody contributes to the fun, but you are held responsible. The building feels smaller than usual tonight.
There's a ball of heat and everything feels close. You wonder how much noise escapes and can be heard from the street or next door,
but until it's an issue brought to your attention by someone with authority, you don't really care too much.
You finish pissing and check your face in the mirror, maybe you wash your hands and maybe you don't,
and in this moment influenced by music, alcohol, and opportunity, you catch yourself off guard with the face staring back.
You get so accustomed to being a voice in a head that sometimes it's still surprising to find that it's attached to this thing that people always see and remember you by.
If the night is going well, maybe you smile to yourself, a soft chuckle that says, "so there I am" and you're relieved to find that you have power. You look closer, still surprised to see yourself.
You have an obligation to make something happen. The night has been building toward a possibility that is always hoped for but rarely guaranteed. For a second, you forget you're looking in the mirror.
Then you snap back to attention and notice your eyes, milliseconds after dialating [misspelled- should be "dilating"], return to the pointed focus of control.
Everything is back and even stronger now. The music feels louder when it's not, the surfaces of
the banister and walls more pronounced when they're just as they were.
You return to the room recovered, grabbing the door to reveal faces pleased to see your face
the face you sometimes forget about until life commands you to live.

I remember liking the sentiment after writing it, but in rereading it for the first time since Sept 6th tonight, I can't help but wonder if it's a subconscious response to T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. If you haven't read it before and you're at all into poetry, it's short, pretty easy to follow, and worth your time (if my recommendation means anything, I have a hard time caring about MOST poetry but I've somehow managed to write two essays on this particular one).

I hate Prufrock. It's a fantastic poem and pretty crazy that Eliot, being the genius bastard that he was, wrote the thing when he was 23 years old. But I hate it mostly for the reason that I'm terrified of becoming Prufrock myself. The doubt, the bumbling anxiety of trying to find the courage (and failing) to live ones life to the fullest, all of it... The character stresses me out. I want to slap him in the face like Ryan Gosling slaps Steve Carell and be like, "come on, go dare to eat a peach, for the love of all that's worth living for."

It's entirely possible that my brain pulled the parts I like most in the comic as reactionary anti-versions of Eliot's poem. If there are any similarities, they were unintentional. Eliot's "to have squeezed the universe into a ball / To roll it towards some overwhelming question" answered with "the night has been building toward a possibility..." and my response to Prufrock's "there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet" being "...reveal faces pleased to see your face; the face you sometimes forget about until life commands you to live."

I dunno. I'm not entirely sure why I wrote all of this, and if you're still with me, thank you for your patience. It's after 4 am and I'm gonna have to get back to stamping orders yet tonight, but for now I'm wondering if any more of my art will be little more than grumpy knock-off responses to classic works of literature.

If anybody's curious about the reading list in the bottom-right corner:
Some We Love, Some We Hate, Some We Eat: Why It's So Hard to Think Straight About Animals is a fantastic and fascinating read. Non-vegetarians might shy away from this book assuming it's about why we should all be vegetarians. It's not. The author isn't a vegetarian, I as a reader am not, and it's not the book's aim. It's just a really interesting examination of the moral complications and accidental hypocrisy of human interaction w/ the animal kingdom.
Snoop: What Your Stuff Says About You was pretty good too. I heard about Snoop from Some We Love... and it's totally worth reading.
I'm 60% through The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy and my interest has waned a lot since I started it. If anybody thinks I really ought to finish it, I'd love to hear why. ...Which isn't to say that it's bad or anything. Adams is an entertaining writer, but I guess it feels thematically repetitive and I'm having a hard time caring about any of the characters.
Still chipping away at Great Expectations. Pip is getting accustomed to the big city, and I doubt I'll be able to get any more read before January.
Haven't read The Corner or Sex at Dawn: How We Mate, Why We Stray, and What It Means for Modern Relationships, but I'm excited to find the time later this winter. A Geek In Japan is like journalistic popcorn if you're at all into Japanese culture. I couldn't tell you how many books I've already devoured on Japanese culture, customs, pop culture, Tokyo, manga, etc, etc, but this one was thoroughly entertaining.

Back to work. Hope all's well!

beanforest

i'm hoping to come to a decision soon

If it's hard to read, here's a transcription of my bad handwriting:
"How much of your life was decided on a whim?"
Hmm. It's hard to say for sure. There's the obvious stuff- our friendship, for instance, but then there's the grey area where the whim was attached so early that it was just assumed the motivation was considered. Did I really want to go to school for what I did? or did it sound like a good idea once and I simply decided that was it?
"Right."
How about you?
"Barely anything was decided on a whim."
That sounds difficult.
"It's excruciating. Have you ever been grocery shopping and you found yourself debating the pros and cons of two similar products? Like, for a while?"
No, not really. I just throw one in my cart like BAM!
"Okay, well- if you can imagine that situation, apply that feeling of frustration to your whole life."
Wow.
"I've been thinking about becoming an alcoholic. I'm hoping to come to a decision soon."

so that's reason #2

Reason #3: we're gonna get drunk on Bacardi Breezers and then read Harry Potter Book 4 in Spanish.

There isn't a story or meaning here. I'm scared I might be the only person on Earth that finds the idea of a monster methodically filling cups with urine really, really funny.

-beanforest

a place of amused detachment

Holy cuh-RAP, I can't believe how fast November is flying by. Holiday shopping struck the Etsy shop hard and early this year, so it feels like it was late October and then I sat down to stamp some buttons, and then I just looked up for the first time to notice that 20 days have gone by.

Anyway, I hate that I feel like I'm neglecting this blog. I'm sorry, blog. I didn't forget you. Are you okay? Here is a cat treat. Do you forgive me? (now be prepared, blog, for another 1.5 months of possible neglect.)

On top of the time woes, my scanner is kind of not good. It's the kind of machine that regularly inspires me to move it outside violently through a window, but that's between me and my scanner. And maybe the window. Here are the few pages I could pull into my computer before Mr. Hewlett had a seizure and failed to wake back up:

What time is the panic scheduled to start?

The Jay-Z quote is totally unrelated to the Catholic schoolgirl. Drawing it brought back memories from elementary school (I escaped the faith before high school), and I can spot 3 infractions at a glance: the smoking (obviously), her skirt is too short, and the shirt is partially untucked. Did I miss anything?

This page didn't have a point except that I wanted to draw a creepy dog. Click to see bigger.

My fingers are crossed that it's not December before I'm able to post again.

Thanks for reading!

beanforest

three cheers for censorship

Hip-hip-HOORAY! Hip-hip-HOORAY! Hip-hip-HOORAY!!!

I know simply to never be scared ever again.

I used to draw lots of naked people in my sketchbooks.
Couple different reasons for this:
- naked people are super fun to draw.
- I was taking figure drawing classes, so it was inevitable that nudity would work its way into my non-class artwork.
- naked people are kind of timeless. Clothes give us a point of reference for fashion and history. As I've always combined writing and drawing, I liked the idea that my figures could break out of the feeling that "this was drawn sometime between 1995 and 2010" and to do that, I had to remove their clothing. But I took this idea a little further and decided that hairstyles date the human figure too. So for a while, you'd open up my sketchbook to any given page and there was a 70% chance that there was either a naked bald man or a naked long-haired woman saying something weird. Looking back now, this might've come across as extremely anti-social behavior.

Why did I share that? Oh, right, nudity. I'm enrolled in a figure drawing class this semester, so the waves of naked people have returned. Weee!! You probably couldn't tell from my sketchbook that I'm capable of drawing proportionally, but I'm not getting a grade in the class or my sketchbook, so balls to things like anatomy and accurate depiction.

Thanks for reading,

beanforest

don't cry wolf

the romantic: two scoops of poetry

The fourth of four.

The first 3 were all 8.5 x 11 in. and this one was 18 x 24 in. Here's a poopy pic of them all lined up and smiling like neighbors. Click to Enlarge.

Etsy orders have been keeping me massively busy this past week and it looks like they're gonna continue to do so for the next couple days, but I'm hoping to post some new Nuggets strips this weekend. Two new buttons are ready and should be up today (Thurs, if the time stamp can be believed) or Friday.

Thanks for reading!

beanforest

the romantic: all you need is love

Click to enlarge. The third of four initial designs.

the romantic: preciousness of life

The second of four color drawings.

The guy in the lime green suit is Triste, which means "sad" in Spanish (kinda simple but I liked the way it sounded as a name, so it stuck). As the word and color scheme implies, he spends a lot of time being a sour depressive.

the romantic: it's my fate to bleed

Click to enlarge. I only just noticed that when Blogger pulls it up in one of those black pop-up zoom things, you can click on the picture link in the bottom-left corner to go straight to the full-size version.

This is the Romantic, a character that's made tons of appearances in my sketchbook lately. I just participated in my first non-student art gallery show this past Saturday, and the four pieces I submitted all feature this guy. I'll post all four over the next few days. The deal is that the guy is constantly euphoric and in love with life/people/etc, but he's also always bleeding profusely. Apparently some people don't quite understand what that's all about. Dunno, maybe it says something about my own personal experiences with love and happiness, but I thought the whole "romance-meets-horrific wounds" was completely self-explanatory.

More coming soon!

beanforest

the ache is a companion animal

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Text reads:
It hurts a lot when the horns come in, but after a while... okay, they're always going to hurt a little, but you get used to it. the ache is a companion animal that you pet and feed. inconvenient but it eases the loneliness.

Couple notes: the whole "we're-growing-horns" thing is meant more as a myth/fantasy vibe, not a Christian devil/evil vibe. Also, I owe the female horned person an apology. She looked okay, but then I over-worked her eyebrow and mouth and now she looks like a smudgy Neanderthal version of her former self. The lesson I learned in all of this was, "If you're going to work with permanent art mediums and no draft lines, don't fuck up."

A couple people have asked me what I used to get the grayscale effect in drawings like the ones above. I use these Pigma 2mm chisel tip graphic pens. They spit out a ton of ink, so I draw on paper with low absorption and then push the ink around with my fingers. It's a lot of messy fun, but since it's ink, it's permanent and easy to accidentally give people Neanderthal faces if you're not careful.

beanforest

small obstacles are for the small

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Text reads:
Giant: WHO IS THIS MAN THAT CONSIDERS HIMSELF A GIANT?!
Human: I guess that would be me, sir.
Giant: AND WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE SUCH A DECISION?
Human: It's not about having the 'right', sir, but you giants are strong and live your lives unimpeded by small obstacles.
Giant: SMALL OBSTACLES ARE FOR THE SMALL.
Human: That's totally correct, sir, and because of my size, I am prone to trip and find harm from these things that, to you, are inconsequential.
Giant: THEY AFFECT US NOT.
Human: Yes, and even if I have to be affected by them, I don't want to worry about them any longer. My life is as short as I am, sir, and I'd like to spend as little of it as possible fretting over the hard parts. I figured if I thought myself a giant and nobody was hurt by my actions, life would be a little easier.
Giant: GIANTS SMASH SMALL HARDSHIPS.
Human: Yes, and it's exactly that kind of life-affirming certainty that I'd like to bring into my standard of living.
Giant: SMALL LIKE BUG, SQUISH ALL COMPLICATION.
Human: Exactly, "small like bug, squish all complication." This is good advice and I'm hungry to learn anything else you're willing to teach me.
Giant: UM, UM, BONES GOOD TOOLS; EVENING AIR TAKE SMELL FROM BLOOD.
Human: Thank you, sir.

Family portraits

the better to judge you with, my dear

Red Riding Hood...ish.

text reads:
Red Riding Hood: My, what vicious cold-hearted criticism you have of my life choices, Grandma!
Grandma: The better to help you see the error of your ways, my dear!
Red Riding Hood: I hope the wolf gets here soon and eats you.
Grandma: What was that, dear?
Red Riding Hood: I said: I HOPE THE WOLF GETS HERE SOON AND EATS YOU.

In other news, I've been working all this past week on artwork for a gallery show coming up tomorrow evening. I'll post pics of at least the art sometime in the next few days once everything settles down.

Thanks for reading!

beanforest

perspectives of the respective parties

Blogspot tries to open a smaller than actual size pic in a pop-up thing when you click on it, so the full-sized image can be found here.
[transcribed because my handwriting is poopy]

Perspectives of the respective parties:

Family: "We loved that little house on the cliff. But when it'd storm, we were never sure if the god/monster that surfaced was there to kill us or keep us safe from the weather. So we moved."

Monster:  "I used to get really lonely when it rained. So I had a tendency to get drunk and seek out company. I was fascinated by the family that lived on the cliff. Such love. Such unity. The people that live there now are a bunch of pricks."

that's gonna start a war, kid

This is the last of the super old Nuggets strips previously seen on Myspace, I think. I hope.

It's funny to think about Myspace. Like all the drama of Facebook, but with enough glittery animated gifs to choke any respectable web browser. There were some articles a couple years back noting social networking segregation  (another one here) and how people were still dividing themselves racially, culturally, and economically between Myspace and Facebook. Is this still the case or have most people simply moved on to Facebook now, leaving Myspace for musicians and comedians?

Moving on...

Thanks for reading,

beanforest