Hi Tec-C pens

.4 and .25 sepia, .5 turquoise

oils again, only you

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base painting

i never paint people - i should maybe try it out

prepped a few canvases the other day (25+ smallies), looking forward to working in oils again. also started a larger bat painting.



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in progress

lineart for a color screen print

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working

i've been having dreams in comics form for the last few days. in a style that's not really my own, but not anybody else's either. it's so weird!

(just a sketch, not the comic in my dreams)

anyway, i've been falling asleep with my sketchbook in hand, then waking suddenly in the middle of the night to draw it all out. a lot of these lines were initially drawn in the dark (blind), but then i'd get restless and have to turn on the light to finish it.

during my visit to portland last week, i got to see other friends' work spaces. here is colleen's at periscope.

here is craig's at home.

here's my guest desk, an awesome spot with great daylight (obviously not shown in this picture because it's night time). i did a few good drawings here.

this was another blind drawing
i got it to look like a tunnel, yay!

this was on the return trip, while talking to thien and gene
during the day

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woman sitting

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mit Daumen u. Pflaumen

no one calls if it's a regular day. regular is unspecial and disposable. form a habit to forget, make it a standard. "what the hell happened today?" - "lived a little, that's about it." even extreme incidences: car crashes, births and pony rides, international crises, two girls one cup barely wakes us from the systemic ennui.

at a party there were people coming at me from all sides; everywhere i turned there was a tide of familiar faces, the startled sparkling eyes. i screamed "I KNOW EVERYBODY!" and tried to rip my own face off. did anyone there know that time was passing, that it's always passing? i used to think the Italian futurists were idiots, but i'm finally beginning to understand their cliquish charm.

some time ago my real life ended, and another one and began. i'm ghosting, and sometimes admittedly it's fun. but i have never felt so responsible for my own fun as i do now. yet another thing that comes with being alone.

there is no real meaning to this, it's just for the record.

with thumbs and plums,
lp

some doors lead to other doors, while others just lead to clothes, all of which are not my own.

the view from the cozy bed which i borrowed

some turtles

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gouache paintings for the Delicious Show at Studios Gallery, SF

walking with hot cocoa

want some snacks?

what about me?

popcorn park

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in the mood

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this...



i don't really feel like doing right now

but this...


i do :)

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love from paul

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this is the best wedding gift. EVER.

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