Art Dump

Perhaps one day I'll know how to make a decently entertaining/not corny post on "what I did this summer."  Not to say it wasn't interesting.  It was.  But just the thought of a post titled "What I did this Summer" makes me feel like I'm making a pre-school report.  And I'm pretending to be an adult.  I did very adulty things this summer.  Like draw pictures.

Experimenting with black paper and colored pencils.

I was actually not in a bad mood this day.  I just didn't use the right skin tone/facial expression so therefore it turned out creepy.  (The story of my life).

Long story short, it was a ruff day.  (You can ask me later).  My method of making peace with that moment was to make a funny cartoon of it.  So now I when I look back on that day, instead of thinking of the terror, I can think of the cartoon and feel a little better.

This picture is titled:  "Hm."  Can "hm" be a mood?  Perhaps I just ran out of creativity when it comes to describing feelings, but I have so many "hm" moments.  But when someone asks how you're doing and you reply with, "Hm." It's rude.  I know I get annoyed when people give that kind of reply.  But if "hm" was an official term, it wouldn't rude, it would just be truthful, right?

This my friend Sarah Beth.  Happy Birthday!
Gosh, don't you just hate it when people can be so cute?

Dr. Elemis Pott in her most typical state of mind.  I drew this after me and my Bro's car broke down in Nebraska on the last
stages of our road trip.

I'm not proud of how this picture turned out.  But it's of Torry Martin.
And I love Torry Martin.  (Look him up). 
I had the honor of getting to speak with him
at my writers camp this summer, which may be my biggest
highlight of this summer.  (And there was a cat in this picture.  So...)

On the road trip, I felt the sudden urge to play my violin.  I was attempting to depict the kind of therapeutic peace I feel when Im playing. 

This picture seemed really cool when I drew it.  It's significantly less original looking as I re-observe it in Starbucks.

Don't draw the person at the table next to you in a coffee shop.  It's rude, disrespectful, and awkward.
This is a picture I drew of the guy in the table next to mine at a Starbucks in Canada.

Whinny the Pooh has reserved a very special seat of honor in my heart.  Where I fail to express in words, I try to make up in drawing.

I don't draw romantic things.  Romance is for twips.  (A twip is a twirp, only more annoying).  This is a KINDNESS scene.  I think we could use more kindness scenes in life. 

Ice Age was an amazing movie.  The first Ice Age.  The only Ice Age.

This is my friend Mary.  I love her with all my heart.

I didn't expect this character to have facial hair when I made him.  But I guess he wanted it.  Sometimes you can't control these things.  I wonder if this is a frequent observation made by mothers.

I was in the air port on my way back to Colorado from Kansas.  The air port was swarming with kids.  I don't know why.  Life is weird.  But they were cute. 

My Mom got me a black drawing pad with fancy pens.  It's so shiny.  Imagine my excitement when instead of making a stroke on a page and creating  a dark line, it creates light.  The reverse effect is dope.

Sometimes I will begin to draw something typical, like a face, and instead of erasing I'll roll with the mistakes I make as I go, and as all of the mistakes pile up, it turns into a picture that is much more interesting then  my original plan.  Maybe don't make this your new philosophy for life, but try it sometime.  

These are some dudes.  Someone on our trip to Ecuador got this picture while giving drumming lessons.  And I thought; "Look.  It's a bunch of cool dudes.  I'm gonna draw this."   I'm sure there is some deep meaning behind this.

This is my friend Stephen.  Stephan is a punk.  But we can forgive him.

This is an illustration from "Dog and Red."  A short kids story by my friend Daniel about a dog and a cricket.  This picture is a scene in which the two attempt to navigate through a city with a swimming pool on Dog's head.

While I can still say I'm a teenager, I will use that as a valid excuse for mood swings.  But people can use just about anything as a mood swing excuse.  "I'm a girl."  "I'm a boy."  "I'm 3 years old."  "I'm going through a middle aged crisis."  "I'm young."  "I'm old."  "My life is too eventful."  "I don't have a life."  Can we settle with just saying, "Humans are emotional?"

Sometimes it's a blessing when I realize I've left the house without my pencils.  It forces me to be more creative.  For example,  it's forced me to start drawing with a pen and I've discovered that I enjoy it.  This is a gift for my friend Shadow.

I painted space.  On my face.  Space face.  That sounded a lot more clever in my head.

Here's one of the only paintings I've done this summer.  A gift to my friend Luke.