A practice digital painting, which I’ll use as an example of this particular style once I open commissions (hopefully soon).
This one was done entirely in Photoshop with a Wacom Graphire4 tablet (which they don’t actually make anymore).
Turned out pretty well, I think. Not 100% satisfied with the flame, but I like how the general shading and atmosphere looks.
The following is a rough draft of a new short story about two angels – one of the Christian God, one of mother nature. It needs a bit of editing, and a better title, but hey, that’s what rough drafts are for!
If you have any comments or critique, let me know!
Traveling a bit for job fair, and started writing a new short story on the train – I’ll post it soon!
The piece is inspired in part by two Neil Gaiman books – Good Omens and American Gods.
Still working my way through American Gods, but I listened to Good Omens in audiobook form and was highly entertained. Gaiman actually cowrote the book with Terry Prachett, and their off-the-wall writing styles mesh beautifully, resulting in a quirky, enthralling and very amusing tale about an angel and a demon working together to stop the end of the world, ’cause Earth’s really rather a nice place on the whole, and it’s hard to get a good drink in either heaven or hell. It twists and turns in unexpected ways while keeping the same sense of humor throughout. Five stars!
Another recommendation of a different sort: if ever you are traveling Chicago and need an inexpensive place to stay the night, try Hosteling International Chicago. When I reserved a space at a hostel, I was expecting a little place, maybe a converted condo or something, but this place is really, REALLY nice! Well-furnished kitchens, comfy beds, a mini theater, laundry, free wi-fi – it’s just REALLY NICE! I have to share a room with about a half-dozen other people, but it’s still pretty good, and those wishing to pay a bit more can get a private room. In a nutshell, this place is like having a dorm room connected to the facilities of a hotel. Except the beds are comfier than the ones in my dorm…
I’ll see what the included breakfast is like tomorrow!
A stylized mechanical bird I’ll be screenprinting alongside a poem.
If you are looking to connect with me professionally, I am now on LinkedIn!
Design for a screen printing project in my manufacturing class.
Just adding things here and there, fixing some stuff up in the webpage layout, so if you notice little changes, it’s not just you. 🙂
Put up my poems from my Creative Writing class from back in Nov/Dec 2010.
More stuff to come – more writing, hopefully some art. Let me know if you have any questions/comments/critique!
Oh, and a quick note – both this Weebly and this tumblr are mine, so if you see stuff of mine there, it’s not plagiarism or anything, just me posting stuff in different places.
The Dreams of Stars
Every day in science.
A repeated fact.
The stars are burning gas.
They are nothing more.
I imagine differently.
I imagine they are alive.
I imagine that the stars breathe,
That they talk amongst themselves.
That they feel
And think
And dream.
I imagine that the stars are alive,
And that they imagine too.
They imagine
That those hunks of rock
Hanging in the vacuum of space
Teem with life.
I lay in the grass,
Gaze at the stars.
I dream of living constellations,
All chattering away.
Discussing the possibility
That, far below, on that little hunk of rock,
There are living beings.
I dream of stars
Who dream themselves,
Of life on Earth.
This one’s a combination of a couple older poems – this one and this one.
Paper Teachers
I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Opening into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.
Skylark Landing 