that1mofo

I'm pretty hard on my muses, they've fled.

...it's time to appease them.  To create a place that they feel comfortable, where we can grow a mutual relationship reaffirmed in respect.

Not going to lie, I probably enjoy throwing difficult sketches away in crumpled balls screaming; "You don't want to shape up?!!? Do you know how many pieces of paper I've thrown away in my day?!!? You want to join them?"

I just went to the store on Christmas day to get a bottle of soda pop.  Everyone working was so depressed.  Why?

Most of them are Godless heathen's when you get down to the truth of the matter.  You can make any excuse to spend time with your family or give them gifts.  Why be so uncreative as to share a holiday with the herde? On their time, designated vacation to spend time with someone who worships Santa Clause (...who is based off a generous man that loved Jesus beyond his final breath. FACT.)  And when you tell them that Santa is just a fictional character-- [FALSE; He was a real man once. Died long ago and his legacy lives on longer than yours certainly ever will.]

--then your seed will come to worship the sales as you consumer whores. 

None of those depressed store employee's were upset about missing church.  That much is for sure. 

I tried drawing a comic book once.  But WH40K fan art is taking up a ton of my time.  Wanker's.

Zombies... More... Zombies....

I've got a lot of people I've promised to draw a lot of things.  I don't work fast people, bear with me.

There is this muse that has been just wholey enthusiastic for my time.  When ever I feel like coming to the paper.  It practically screams out at me, "I won't be just another administrative form that gets thrown away"  So I flip it over and put pens to it first, yeah, pens before pencils... Like I'm just going to doodle on it before tossing it.  But the pulp of the paper just soakes it up and makes this wonderous lamp that illuminates a great forge!

Through the mistakes, things I've just X'd out to away my editor.  It pulls at me more, despite the poor parts it screams for more and more and more when ever I can put a mechanical pencil to it, what ever is convenient for me.  Demands... no begs for more details, a mirror here, chain mail carpet there, anvil with hammers that don't want to flush out in form just yet.

I can't remember a muse that was so enthusiastic for so long.  So dedicated! So determined!

Oh, and it screams for some black ink!  Like some fountain pen or something.  Big black negative areas, obscuring shadows behind and already intricate back ground.  Black ink to go over the blue ink I started with, black ink to take vagely sketched ghosts into form.  People!  But I don't think so, I think I'll segregate the back ground from this bald man in the foreground who wants to steal the scene.  Even a finer layer of ink to bring out the details and separate flaws from forms.

...but first, I think I'll go over the whole thing with just a cheap ol' #2 pencil.  One I've stolen.