Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
January 5, 2009 ~ 03:06:41 PM * -08:00ST
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Log # 455
Progress
…is snatched, screaming, from between gnashing mandibles. I am
coated in protective, propulsive mucus and I skid across my hardwood
floors, headfirst into paintings like this. At this point, the piece
could go either way. There are certainly…elements, ones that need
to be addressed. I never paint from photographs, so this is odd for
me. On the left there, you can see a woodblock with some fanart, a
tiny canvas with impressions from a webcam session, and, vaguely,
Jhonen’s masterpiece (it has maracas). The dog tags belong to a
friend who is shipping out for Iraq soon, and will be coming back to
pick them up when he’s done mucking around out there, building sand
castles.
