An hour to get home.

~I just realized i forgot about the theme for this month =(

Be Golden
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1/28/10
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Nickie age 9 and a half

Gonna start mailing out child like drawings to famous people and businesses. Hope they hang them up! I have a really good one for a neighborhood laundromat where I (my 9-year-old stick-figure self) thanks Jesus for the driers that pretty-good work.

The Goddess

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The 37 Key Ingredients

One of my favorite things to draw are sandwiches. They can have so many layers, so many ingredients, so much interaction and execution. Not to mention, who doesn't love a good sandwich. Drew this over the weekend while catching up with my long time buddy / amazing illustrator Boris Pelcer. Quit lookin' at my goo-which and check out some of his gnarly work!

Update: Flying Eye

I know this is for stuff done sans technology (if that is even possible anymore) but I felt like I should follow up with what is pretty close to the final product. A combination of hand drawn with a pencil and hand drawn vector work in illustrator. I had sort of decided to only work by hand with traditional media for a while but then this came along and the machine was the best way to work out my ideas for this and get it where I wanted it to be. In the end it is/was a matter of control for me. The machine gives you complete control.

Something I'm working on.

Been drawing eyes with wings the last few days, it's a request actually. Initially I thought that the idea wasn't terribly original, been done to death etc. but I though it would be interesting to see how I might interpret it. Turns out it's not as easy as I thought it would be but here is the one I'm honing in on. I think the problem I have is that any eye independent of a socket is oddly cold and purely mechanical which seems ironic that a creature that can only see and then fly around and see some more would feel nothing about the things it sees. I would think just the opposite. Granted I tend to over think things but to create something thing i think you first need to understand something about it or at least what it will eventually be. That's how it works for me anyway.

H in short pants

~Take it or leave it

Be Golden
BAC
1/21/10
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Diamonds

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Curtis the Cruisin' Walruss

You get the picture.

Poppa Can You Fix It.

Introducing self proclaimed advice columnist and life style guru Don Poppa. You can usually find him having his signature vodka, clam juice and seltzer martini any weekday around noon at Drunky's Corner Tap in Bridgeport. He'll be sitting on the same barstool he sat on when got the call from his wife saying that she was leaving him which also happens to be the same stool where his supervisor found him when didn't come back from lunch again and fired him on the spot. Still he calls it his lucky stool. You don't have to ask for his help, just sit at the bar long enough and you'll here him sing in a voice that sounds like gravel sliding down a sewer pipe "Poppa can you fix it". The melody will sound familiar, but you won't be able to place it. And that damn song, it'll stick in your head like an infection, right down to way way he holds that last note until you can hear the final wheeze off breath painfully squeezed out. The next thing you hear is a slow slurping and the dull thud of glass on wood as he puts his drink back down. Regulars know not to make eye contact but the new condos in the neighborhood always brings in someone looking to soak up what's left of the local color and they don't know any better. The regulars just smile, they know what's coming. For someone his size he moves with a certain stealth and grace and before you know it he's so close you can the smell tomato and clam on his breath. " You'd ever see dat show Dr. Phil, dat asshole ain't even a real doctor I know more 'n dat prick. Go ahead ask me something anything". Then he'll sing it again "Poppa can you fix it" but you already know the answer.

Another sneak peak

This, as well as the previous "sneak peak" are some mental flushings for an upcoming project titled Rare Form.

Catacombs

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~Ramblin' Man....

Be Golden
BAC
1/14/10
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Freedom Rider

Pigeon's New Job

With all his failed attempts at finding a job Pigeon's thoughts stretched like parched roots until they reached the dank recesses of his mind and there they began to drink and take hold of him. When he found himself entertaining the possibility of taking up his in laws on their offer of work the regret pierced his heart so that he had to look down at the oily feathers that covered his chest to be sure he had not been physically impaled by some hard cold thing. All euphemisms aside he couldn't think of a convincing enough lie to appease his own conscious. He knew exactly what kind of work it would be. Knowing well enough that those who choose to live by the sword will die by the sword. At least that's what his father had told him. Two days later his father was dead. They said it was an accident, that he didn't see the glass or that the reflection made him think he was flying into the open sky when his head cracked into the glass. Things could be made to look like accidents. Had his father known the end was coming? Was that why he had offered him that weak branch of sage advice, the first and last attempt at being a father he would ever make. Now here he was giving serious consideration to a job that could easily be his first and last. If he went down this path he might not ever come back. If he did come back, who would he be? Would he be something he could live with, he doubted it. When he had made his decision he felt, for the first time, that he was his fathers son which only made him feel more lost. He wondered if he ever really had a choice or if these things were decided by his hollow bones or the blood that coursed through his veins. Probably the blood, he guessed. He had been told he looked like his father long before he had ever laid eyes on him. The hours he spent staring into puddles with those words in his head, trying to make sense of his own face. That beak, those eyes. The face that looked just like a father's he had yet to see. He was sure now. Definitely the blood. The more he thought about it, the more he could feel it, boiling in his heart, running mad through his body. It was almost funny to him that the only thing he had left of the bird who had given him life might be the very thing that would lead him to an untimely death. It surprised him to realize that sometimes defeat was like sleep, it comes on slow and speaking of the sweetness of dreams. You never know the point when it overtakes you, only later, in the fog, when everything is dark and nothing makes sense that you realize you are in it's embrace with the sweetness of dreams far from you and if not the dream, then what? He didn't want to know. What he did know, maybe what he always known and his father had always known long before he did was that he was going to take the dam job. He had come up with the best lie he could. It was in his blood. He was going to work for the mob.

The letter D

Formed by a hard object poking a soft mass.

Buddha Burger

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Lucky♦Johan

Hand Snail

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Unlike the traditional freshwater snail and their shells the hand snail seeks refuge within baby socks.
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For some reason I was drawing really slow tonight...

~New Year New Doo...

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Be Golden
BAC
1/7/10
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While Jeremy's away the Cats will....

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...while jeremy's away on his Latin American Tour , i decided for Jeremy fans to find one of my fave drawings of his and show it to you all. Have fun con la familia guey! -BG