waking to the world
Contact with the environment
Page 1. describes me (the idea of me) realizing the present reality. The world has grown to be so familiar it is sometimes difficult to remember where I am. In what I presume to be the “Waking” world and this dream world. The first sign is I am never there when the sun is out. I don’t know if there even is one. The second is there is 2 moons. I usually know for certain by the moon which reality I’m in. The last (and sometimes the most confusing) is the I only have 3 fingers and a thumb. I don’t know if I have a neck because I have instant 360 sight. I don’t believe I am human, but I only see myself as one for reference to my presumed identity.
Page 2. I have grown to be friends with this creature. It is somewhat of an outcast like myself. It’s appearance is holochrome similar to a chinese beetle only with more reflection (imagine the shifting color of a bubble before it bursts). It’s species is hyper evolving. Every offspring significantly evolves to adapt to the environment. It’s mother is recognized as something of a pet. It’s grandmother and insect, great grand mother a worm maggot and so on. The majority of the civilization in this area does not realize or understand this creature’s intelligence. It is seen as a giant unwanted nuisance.
Many of the species on this world have connected to what we might call telepathy. Speech is not only unused. It is so primitive, it is literally unheard. You could scream and never be noticed. They do not understand what we call sound. I am also still unable to “connect” with the majority. I communicate with this creature through body language. It is very witty, but lost and lonely.
I have a guide that helps me navigate and understand this world. It is in my head. I have never seen it. When I watch everyday life in the world the guide explains what is taking place and shows me examples so I can better interpret. It uses my memories to explain…well not “my” memories, but collected memories from what I would calls humans.
A painting for a friend. I’m sure they were expecting something a bit more pleasant. Problem is I ran out of pleasant yesterday. All I have left is a facade
Two more entries for the Permo Circa 1942 sketch book. I began some rough story boards to seemingly random thoughts I will be showing soon. Until then you will be forced the look and an awkward alien and a future woman with a broken magnetic sword and stitched hand.
A strange space suit with a mysterious button.
A girl I thought looked cute. I guess I turned her into an extra from Blade Runner.
Slosh if the floating young man. Plucket is the hairy beast. They are space craft scavengers. Together they wonder vast land land looking for crashed space crafts (there are more than you would imagine) taking parts they can trade and use for their own experiments. They have been on many adventures and have many stories to tell. My favorite is the one of the last warrior on battle planet. They found a hairless creature stranded by an ocean I vaguely remember. They led him into the city in exchange for Uranium and busted Ion drive accelerators. He told them the story on the trip.
Today’s productivity showed itself in the form of practice. I was invited to my friend’s kid’s birthday party. He was turning 8 and is into Lego Chima. Zeek (the kid) asked if I would do Chima art stuff for him and his friends. I said why not. I’m always awkward at family parties. Drawing gives my an excusable reason to keep to myself in a corner. He asked if I could please not draw vampires or werewolves because he didn’t want to scare anyone, so naturally I had to draw them but only between the Chima art so no one would see it. I decided to watercolor Chima. After painting and giving a few to his friends I began to wind down. Zeek came by to check up on me and started rummaging through my covered monster drawings that I inked in ball point pen. He asked if he could have one. I reminded him that he asked me not to draw them because they were scary (Zeek is not a horror fan at all). He said that a bubble neck, bullfrog looking, lizard face monster I drew was not scary and he preferred that over a Chima painting I made. I learned today I can’t draw other people’s stuff better than my own. Seems like an obvious thing to realize, but I just did. Here’s the progress I walked out with:
Cragger from Legends of Chima
A Cheshire Cat
A Hat Demon
A screaming weirdo
Here are some sketch cover I did recently. I should probably start making them more weird. Nobody wants the weird ones, but they are more fun to draw. We’ll see…
Loki sketch on Young Avengers #1 blank sketch cover
Captain Marvel sketch on The Return#1
Young Avengers #1 blank sketch cover
Kid Loki sketch on Young Avengers #1 blank sketch cover
The Shredder on TMNT sketch cover.
Hi-Five Ghost on Regular Show #1 blank sketch cover
Muscle Man on Regular Show #1 blank sketch cover
Regular Show #1 blank sketch cover
Avengers Arena #1 blank sketch cover.
Permo continues to be the temporary gateway to my minds eye. Turns out my minds eye has a lot cheese in it. Well, Permo is a couple pages more than halfway finished. Although the anticipation of completion is exciting I must promise myself to keep the content true, unfiltered and insane. LONG LIVE PERMO! (at least until I finish drawing in tit (I meant to type tit)).
Truth be told Werewolves are my favorite animals.
Why is one of you hands bigger than the other Dennis? “Cause I punch a lot with this one.”
Stare at the swirl not the crotch.
I see this dude in my dreams ALL THE FUCKING TIME. tired of him.
I seen this attractive woman and imagined her in battle armor. She got more attractive.
I think it’s time to start doing more conventions. I’ve been hiding out long enough. I have a few drawn comics laying around here somewhere. I need to do a little spit polishing, but I think they can hold up. Before I go on a booking spree I want to make some new product/prints. I have my buddy Allen Passalaqua helping me with some color work. I have drawn a few things for potential print. This is something I’m not 100% sure is going to work. I’m going to do a couple more different drawings before bugging Allen about colors. Here is a current one:
The lizard machine
Here are a few more sketches. Incompletion is kind of a thing for me right now, so I figured I’d add to the non sense.
I was feeling like crap, so I was trying to think of things to encourage smiles. Did you know “smile” contains the same letters as Slime? Knowledge is power!
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A sketch from a comic project on my table. [/caption]
boob girl I’ll never finish.