Mermaids

Heres my final for rendering. Probably my favorite of the semester.

Micron pen stippling on hot press illustration board.

Blugs

Here are some of my entrants for the worst photography in the world contest. But other than that they are also paintings of mine.

This is my final for figure block class. The assignment is to do a master copy + self portrait. Probably my least favorite assignment thus far but Alexander John White was a good person to copy. This is my first pass

This is the final in-class painting figure block.

Medusa (Preliminary Sketch)

Lies wait in the deep.

Sorry about the bad quality. . this is just first thumbnail so more profesh versions coming soon.

Watercolors into the Ocean?

Here's this little orangie guy.

Not too good at watercolor at this point but it was my first time.

Perhaps my frustration will someday dissipate.

Preliminary Thumbnail

Final

Paintings

Okay... finally putting actual artwork up here. Heres some oil paintings and a charcoal study from this year

Palabras

The best boxed prizes always are flash painted in chromium scales

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After a certain place

Faces start to look so familiar

It's scary

Barely as much hope in sewage systems as progress

But still constant comfort

I Think this is the most deadly

Its poison seeps slowly,

gradually through pores of skin

Softly and with warmth

So sometimes you'll die before you know you're dead.

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A headless body still speaks

  That all it's ever known

Mission: ..... FAILURE!

There was a dire mistake in the culturing process... it seems some malicious force crept in during the night, while I peacefully slept, and made disastrous results in the Scoby plantation grounds. 

It destroyed millions... 

Peaceful bacteria hunting and gathering for nutrition slowly became poisoned with the fumes of contamination and we could only stare in horror as day after day they became weaker to the attackers. 

I wanted to help... 

Oh how I wanted to do something to save those innocent civilians. 

Those peaceful workers who only wanted to make a life for themselves...

Only wanted to make the most of what they had been given.

 The city that was once red with the force of production and industry now began to sink into the now salty mire of juice-ocean below. Like the lost city of Atlantis, it was only a matter of time before this beautiful and flourishing city was wiped out under the sea. 

My poor friends... I weep at their fond memories. I am haunted by the eerie familiar bubbling of their town. Now I can only cringe at the thought of their mangled and decrepit ruins that lie on the bottom of the kitchen disposal. Most likely, they are halfway across the world, fizzing at the top of the Atlantic Ocean. They have become one with that from which they came. 

God rest their sweet souls.

K-oM Bucha  City -    10/9/08  -  11/01/08