She don't talk to me

In celebration of the the new movie Twilight (sarcasm) I have some new art to post that has just seen print. Its actually from a new card set called Vampire the Eternal Struggle from White Wolf Publishing. If you are a fan of the stuff go pick it up.
A special thanks to Jessica for modeling for me as reference for the girls in the cards. Its too bad she turned out to be a nut. She had the makings of being a good model and friend. Oh well...

Song of the day: She Talks To Rainbows from the Ramones.

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Funny thing happened to me the other day. It was about 3:30 am and I was about to call it a night after working on a project when I heard something outside my apartment. I live in a closed in apartment complex and it seemed like the sound was coming from inside the building and not outside. Just like Edgar Allan Poe's Raven "I opened my chamber door, and darkness was there and nothing more". I guessed I was hearing things and must have been really sleepy when just as I was about to hit the hay (again) I hear the noise (again). Once again I open my chamber door and in pops not a raven but a tiny little kitten. I then look to see if one of my neighbors left the front or back door open to let this little bugger in and both were closed. How the hell did she get in I wondered? She was too little to throw out into the cold world and it was too early to ask door to door who she belonged to. So she stayed with me for the last two days till one of my neighbors finally said it was theirs to take care of for someone else and misplaced her. Good job at babysitting there neighbor!

May I come along?

I'm back from Colorado. I got to see the folks. I saw some mountains with oddly very little snow. I saw some Elk and very poorly tried to draw some while taking pictures. While drawing in the bitter cold some got within 15-20 feet of me. Some locked horns, some screwed but most of them just grazed.
Also attached is a pic of my old cat Tubba living with my folks. He's about 13 years old and probably 25 pounds or more. He's a lot like me, old, fat and antisocial but for a small selection of people. He remembered me the moment he saw me. I hope he's still alive the next time I come to visit.

Song of the day: Hey Baby(New Rising Sun) from Jimi Hendrix

People, people, we've got to get over

Can you smell what Barack is cookin'?

I can. Its victory.

Congratulations Mr Obama.

Here is today's painting of the day. Today was a little hectic so its a bit sloppy but least it was a attempt at a painting of the day. This will most likely be my last post for at least a week because I am off to Colorado to wrastle wild bears and such in the Rockies.

Song of the day: Funky President (People it's Bad) from James Brown

Its about the issues...

Since Tuesday is a election day I want to discuss something very important. Its about SUPERJAIL! Isn't this show awesome?!!! The creativity and the violence in this show is porno-tastic. Its like Rambo on a acid tripped fever dream every episode. I can't wait till next Comic Con so I can see all the freaks dressed like the characters in the show. Go to Adultswim.com to see it.

Still Creepin'

I got kinda bored of this one so I don't think I'm going to take her further. Its still counts as a painting of the day.
Did some anatomy today so that might balance it out.

Song of the day: Moments Notice from John Coltrane

Yeah Superlungs!

The painting of the day tries to creep back.

Who likes nekked chicks?

I DO! I DO!

Song of the day: Superlungs My Supergirl from Terry Reid