I don't know why I have this mad compulsion to completely fill the page. Perhaps it has to do with the price of watercolor paper. This one has LITERARY REFERENCES. Anybody ever read 1984? If not, read it. Anyway, it starts of talking about the clock striking thirteen. I thought that was a really cool way to start a book. And going to the other end of the spectrum, I thought the columns on the front of the first Harry Potter book were positively swanky and I wanted to do my own columns. I don't know what's with the Brittish guard with the white flag. It just seemed like a good idea. I'm sure this all means something huge on a subconsious level, because I didn't stop to think about any of it. But basically I'm afraid if I get in touch with the part of me that thinks this stuff up (like the yellow road winding in to the sky) they'll put me on some pills. I'm against pills. DO NOT SUPRESS THE PERSONALITY. Everybody, go read the lyrics to "Normal Like You" by Everclear.
Marker and ink. It would greatly surprize you to learn how long I spend on these things. It was probably like three hours getting all the details on this one. I don't really know what to say about this one. Tell me what is the first thing you think of when you see this. I want to know.
All along the interstate in Georgia are these tress covered with kudzu. Odds are, you have no idea what that is. Well, it's this vine thing that DOES NOT DIE. They used to pay farmers to use it to prevent erosion. Basically it took over. It covers trees and eventually it kills them. When you're driving along, it sort of looks like they're alive. Sara calls them kudzu monsters. I always thought they looked sad, even tortured. But if you ever come down here, look for them. They're hard to miss. They're everywhere. Watercolor.
Pastels can be fun. Can you feel the conflict? Or... something. I don't have play practice for two days and I didn't know how to deal with the unknown surplus of time. So I did this in between steel band and marching band practice.
By request of Matthew Patterson, a man with a cape playing a trumpet on a cliff. Yeah. There's a few planets around the moon you can't completely make out. Acrylic and watercolor.
I have to do some artwork for this idiotic literature thing. You know, at one point in time, I enjoyed language arts. Well, there was this story about a sky tree that the ancient woman (who wasn't old, but just from a really long time ago... I think) who had to cut down a tree in sky land. So there ya go.