heart-shaped boxes and phonecalls

hi,

here we are mid-February... or just after. i hope your Valentine's day was good. if you love, keep loving. if you're waiting for love... be patient. i for one spent the day with my dear Jessica. nothing too extraordinary. food and drinks. flowers and chocolates. in the end its never about the money spent but about the effort and time that went into every detail. it would appear that my beloved has Celiac Disease... which is sucks. but at the sa

me time gave me an opportunity to shine by making sure everything was awesome yet glutten-free. anyways... good times.

i have been bad at updating this thing. been busy. i'm working part-time now. doing customer service for a Long Distance company. its ok. being bilingual comes in handy. and when its slow i have time to draw.which is gooood.

been working on some new stuff. some big some small. busy bu

sy. dont want to gather TOO much moss.

here are two doodles that came from slow work days. the second one is not finished. not that i know where its even going. just dropping lines til i get bored of it...

here is a mash-up of 4 new pieces i have! don't want to give it all away at once!

these 2 images are images you will never see again.. they are t

he back layers of 2 of the images i posted up there ^^

just thought i would share what goes on behind the scenes... only so much of it shows through once its all put together. which is lame because much time does go into it but... its part of the fun i think. a secret sacrifice i make that no one can truly appreciate. its like the inner workings of the piece. think you can tell which is behind which??

i will totally post more soon. i've been having some crazy dreams. seriously.

peace out.

back. off track.

hi all.

i am back. i was away in San Francisco for a month. visiting family. playing tourist. meeting some family for the first time. it was all goods times. saw many of "the sites", but i'm really a bad tourist and can only be so excited by a bridge or tower for so long.

i bought plenty of tshirts, a few toys n comics. haha. nothing OVERLY hyper amazing. it wasn't what i would consider a vacation. it was a trip. the difference? a vacation suggests escape. whereas this seemed like the same routine except in a different place with different peoples. but yea, glad to be back in the city that i call mine own. it was a good experience, but now its time to get back on track. back to the drawing board. not to say i didn't draw over there... it just can't be helped.

we were out everyday. i ate plenty. not junk food though. which is a shame as it makes up about 30% of my American knowledge. none offense.

here is me and the bridge.

here i am at ShootingGallery. beside some HUSH on the wall.

this is a wicked art supplies store they have. flax. flax tortilla chips are delish as well.

this is my Sonic Popsicle in front of... some Art Palace or something.

here i am in front of the... postcard houses

here i am with some SKINNER on mural. around Lower Haters.

i miss the palm trees most.

Alcatraz.

Alcatraz

new first cousins from both sides! and my brother. oh man those sunglasses did not come off. my face was red from the sun after a while too. its much hotter back here in Toronto. maybe i will catch a tan. get nice and brown. or stay in the AC'd basement. oh yes.

wow. i am a terrible photographer.

also i started a TWITTER account! yes i was bored. http://www.twitter.com/aftertheskyfell

yes this blog post is annoying. but its somewhat relevant. more to come!

rewinding lines

how does one begin a blog post without anything of consequence to report?
i am still sick. it sucks. though i am still able to hover over a desk and spill lines, so really it could be much worse. a day under a week ago i had some work on display at Mitzi's sister, a bar of sorts. although fun was had by all the event didn't quite turn out as planned... but that is not important. what is important is that it was the driving force behind 15 small drawings, some on mylar some on paper.
its funny, when i was much younger, in elementary school... i was so sure i was going to grow up to be a comic book artist. i wasn't much of a comic book buyer at the time, but as everyone knows its not about the material things. i had a handful of comics and cards that i would read over countless times. my dad had many years of education regarding medicine and human anatomy, as such he was my teacher when i was having a hard time drawing from books and action figures alone. he would start rambling off the proper terminology and names for the different muscles, when all i really wanted to know was how to draw a really powerful Hulk without making him look like he had just been stung by a swarm of bees.
i remember in grade6 i had a large sheet of paper where i had drawn over 20 characters of varying size and "powers"... they were all bug-people of some kind aka muscle-bound humans with bug heads and buggy feet. i had such ambition then. spending hours mapping out the panels for a page before i had any concrete idea of what the story was about.

somewhere along the way i became more of an observer than a player. books piling up on my bookshelf, but hardly any drawings to go alongside them. somewhere along the line a line was drawn between "real" art and comicbook art. i guess i convinced myself that i would never be as good as the pro guys and decided to do my own thing. my "own" thing is going pretty good, i can still draw a half-decent spiderman... but the energy is gone... or misplaced.
although the small stack of capes are very cartoony and playful, not at all what i had sought out to do many years pass... maybe i can still get back in the game. draw a few bug heroes or something.