ol' Jack No.7 actually number 5

It was too hot to sit and work in front of my computer (it was a 100 freakin' degrees!) and I think my xbox is broke so I decided to paint monday. I hadn't oil painted in a while so I wasn't expecting anything good. I wasn't wrong in my assessment. Much to my astonishment and disappointment I couldn't bring myself to paint any nekked ladies. I tried but it just didn't feel right so after about 45 minutes or so I ditched her. I then tried a still life of ol' Jack Skellington again. At first I tried doing him entirely with my palette knife just to maybe mix things up. All that did was make things way too thick and messy and afterward when I tried fixing things up with my brushes it felt like I was trying to write my name in wet cement with a crooked stick. In the end after 3-4 hours I got this. Its ugly but its something. Maybe I should have done laundry instead.

When stars appear and shadows fall

Here is some more stuff I did for White Wolf a while back. I was at my usual haunt the Borders bookstore the other day and saw this. Its called Hunter: The Vigil-Night Stalkers. Posted are just a few of the pieces did for the book. Go check it out if you're a fan.
Special thanks to Tom, Becky and Ben for lending their body parts for reference in some of these.

Oh and I won Best Artwork by Charlotte by Night last month. I should have mentioned it earlier. Thanks guys. http://charlottebynight.com/?p=730

Song of the day: I can only give you everything from MC5

Hey Daddy-O

Here is something I did for White Wolf a while back. Its for a book called Nosferatu.
All of my painting as of late has been of the digital kind and I haven't touched oils since Sunday.

Song of the Day: I don't wanna go down to the basement from The Ramones.

Don't let these shakes go on

I think you're only supposed to show your good stuff to people but since I don't have anything good this will have to do. Something I did at the Bee today.

Song of the Day: Veteran of the Psychic Wars from Blue Oyster Cult

My pants are too tight.

Thanks to the magic of the internet I can watch one of the funniest shows on the planet. Shhh...don't tell anyone but I watch shows for free on streaming websites. Keep that on the down-low. (wink,wink) I do buy their albums and dvds to reverse bad karma points though.

So yeah I haven't painted in a while. Its been so long I think most of the paint on my palette has dried up. What am I doing? That's money drying away!

-E

ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!

I have a private want for the up and coming Watchmen movie to suck really hard. With the exception of Chris Nolan's Batman films and few other comic book movies the whole comic book movie genre stinks to high hell. I never read the comic book so I don't have any preconception or preordained love for the source material. All I know is that anything that so incredibly hyped and loved by all the legions of comic nerds and cosplay weirdos out there can't logically be good and HAS to be wrong or terrible on some level. Either way this tribute Futurama Mashup trailer is pretty cool plus the original Watchmen trailer was kinda cool as well. Who knows it could be surprisingly good like Marvels Ironman was.

ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!

Well its a drag I know...

I'm no stranger to self-deprecation but when I say my last two days of painting have been bad. I mean it. They were BAD. They have all since been destroyed and are awaiting re-gessoing. Even worse I'm gonna try and make it to a life drawing workshop tonight and try working in some charcoal and newsprint again. I haven't touched newsprint and charcoal since October of last year.

Its gonna be ugly.

UGLY I tells ya!

Song of the day: Commin' Home From Cheeseburger (yes, the theme song from Superjail)

Side note: Am I the only one who thinks self-deprecation sounds dirty? It sounds like something you should be doing behind closed doors and probably causes hair to grow on your palms and makes the baby Jesus cry. Just thinkin' out loud.

Update: tonights life drawing was ugly but not as bad as I was expecting it to be.