Spelling is bad and lines are sloppy, but this is a product of 4 large cups of coffee. Caffeine makes my brain see stars, orbits and vortex. In other words…I hallucinate. This is what happened. There is more to be thumb nailed.
Thanks for looking at more Permo entries. I have been fleshing out a lot of ideas lately. It’s pretty exciting…and exhausting. Been writing a little bit more. Some friends I have seem to enjoy the stories I write, so I need to find time to make those happen. Been inking pages for MY Emo Vortex art book. Trying to raise colorist money by doing sketch covers. I’m on this Grey Alien sketch cover kick that a few people seem to like, so I’m eeking those out as well. Things are a busy! My buddy Rob is almost finished with film school. We have a few things planned for that also. I’ll save writing about that later. Meanwhile here are some more Permo bloopers…
Here are more Permo: Circa 1942 entries. I’m a little sick of myself for this grey alien obsession I’ve developed as of late. It’s a phantom thought I try to avoid because of the rabbit hole that follows. At any rate the curiosity of evolution compels me…
Laying out a Punisher sketch cover featuring a grey as Marvel comic’s Punisher The sketch came out okay. We’ll see how it translates.
A feeling during the act of procrastination.
This is how I imagine animals perceive modern society. I’ll never understand animal domestication. It seems antisocial and vein to me. No offense intended. I like animals. I just don’t believe they are people.
I don’t have this dream often, but it is a reoccurring one. One of those things you can’t unseen, but kinda wish you did.
Here are some more Permo: Circa 1942 sketch book entries…
This drawing is my ideal of the separation of body and mind. As one attempts to help the other in somewhat of an awkward way.
As worm hole theories are being discovered this scientist is in the beginning experimental stages. Since one of his limbs are gone he devised a small worm hole generator fixed to cup the rounded stub attached to his shoulder. He is also experimenting with a larger version behind him. He has tuned in to a very specific controlled dimension. The creatures that attempt to come through have trouble acclimating to the scientist gravity which leaves them controlled and harmless to the scientist.
The fellow in the center refers to himself as the king. He has no concept of what a king is or does. Only how a king dresses. Approximately one year ago the creature hiding to the right discovered the ability to witness other worlds through an object it found in a watery cave. The object is the size of a frisbee and looks very similar to a mirror. Only it show other worlds as opposed to a reflection. They have named it an Uglaghc (at least thats’ what it sounds like). They are all obsessed with this discovery. They often reenact the things they see for entertainment. They are funny to watch.
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.
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.
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)).
After all the sketch book entries I’ve done in my lifetime I’m finally learning from them. Not about technique, but about myself. The drawings aren’t so much literal. More sarcastic. It may seem obvious. Guess it took me this long to see it anyways…
Been on the go a lot lately. It’s a nice change of pace. Drawing at a desk in a room with no windows is cool most of the time, but I enjoy people and the dirty air too. This weeks Permo: Circa 1942 drawings are nice and sloppy. Unfinished and wiggly. A lot of thoughts passing through the brain. I try to scribble them as quick as I can before the channel changes. Anyways, that is enough dribble drabble. Here are the drawings already!
Permo was put to good use this past week. I have been wandering around a little more than usual this week. Holidays I guess. Permo has been documenting my thoughts. I hate to say it, but I came across a lot of jerks this week. Some of these drawings are sarcastic attempts at dealing with these people. Some sketches are just reoccurring dreams and thoughts. Hope you find these doodle entertaining.