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The following group of pictures are pictures which I happened to have on my computer (and most of them on the server, as well). At least it's an update. You'll need to enable pop-ups and javascript to view these properly. I apologise for the inconvenience and the fact that the images get a little cut off
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Late one night [early one morning] I was on the telephone in the dark and the idea of these buggers came to me. I was instantly irrationally afraid of them. I pictured them mulling about my room in the dark, only a couple feet tall, extending their long, twisted arms and fingers to poke me from afar. The next morning, well-rested in a well-lit room, I doodled it out in illustrator.
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I was just doodling in my sketchbook and made this. I kinda like it. I titled it "Moon and Antarctica" after the Modest Mouse album (which, I might add, I don't own), because it kinda reminded me of the moon. And Antarctica. Craypas and sharpie.
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This is a painting-ish thing I did for my girlfriend for Christmas. It came out O.K. It's one of the very few projects of this kind that I've done, so I figured I should probably show it off a little. Acrylic, sharpie, and construction paper on cardboard.
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Does anyone remember these commercials? I think they were for Sudafed or something. With the nose-head persons that used their evil snot magic medicine to masquerade as human beings. We must put up defenses! OLFACTORY DEFENSES! By the way, I love sneezing.
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I just wrote a bunch of words having to do with science and love over and over again. I thought it looked pretty hip. But then, I like chaos.
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Just a guy I doodled. Don't ask me what's up with him. He's experiencing the pain of living, or the we [heart] the british. Either way, when's he gonna fix that there collar of his?
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ROBOT IS NOT EVIL; MAN WHO BUILT ROBOT IS EVIL! This is just a small comic I doodled one day. I have several of these small comics floating around, but I decided to represent the race of Spencer-comics with this one example. Rock on, robot boy!
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This was my first real painting ever. It's not much of anything. I really like trees, and it seems everyone always has a painting with a tree. Maybe artist-types are drawn to trees? Well, in any event, trees are drawn by artist-types, and I didn't want to be an exception to the cliché, so here is my obligatory tree.
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Every now and then I'll have a month or two where I can't sleep more than a few hours a night. Sometimes, it gets to me. I'm not particularly fond of this piece, but it's so terrible that perhaps you'll be more receptive of the quality of my other work. At least, that's what I'll tell the lawyers.
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Get up, get happy! I don't think that there is must to be said about this piece beyond what the piece itself says. It's a self-portrait from back when I still had braces. It is not becoming because I am not becoming. Deal with it. =)
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The television has stolen this poor man's soul. Won't you please do something to help him get it back? Sure, T.V.'s all fun and games until it hurts you or a loved one. Ban soul-stealing, boycott television!
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This was another early tablet doodle in illustrator. I don't like it so much in hindsight, but I do love how the rose came out.
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This was the second doodle I did with my wacom graphire tablet. Just some guy.
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These are some doodles I did in Australia. The following are pretty much all the drawn art I created down under, and they're nothing but lousy sharpie sketches.
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One particularly unartistic evening I got the idea for this drawing while listening to 'Wait' by Something Corporate. I decided to not even attempt drawing it then, to save it for later. I tried to draw it methodically and accurately, but eventually I gave up and scribbled this out. Even so, I don't think it came out horrendously. There's plenty that I would change if I had the opportunity. It took me almost three minutes to decide how I was going to draw the sun.
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Television steals your soul and rots your brain, just like you. This drawing holds some symbolism. The lackluster television represents somebody, and the flashy alarm clock which (you can't tell on the computer) reads "3:33" represents an other. Mostly, I just enjoy that quote I made up. I think my scanner's quality sucks.
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This one is obviosuly inspired by Brand New's Jude Law and a Semester Abroad. It took anywhere between two seconds to two minutes, but no more. I like the little stick fingers jumping to a probable death in the ocean rather than stay for the likely inevitable death if they remain in the plane. Or maybe they read the little cards in the pouch on the back of the seat in front of you and that's what they were instructed to do. I don't know. Do you?
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Some name-art here, I suppose. It was drawn late one evening with minimal light as to not disturb the persons sleeping in the room. It was done quickly. Initially, I was unsatisfied with how the letters turned out, but they've grown on me since then.
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This little doodle wasn't inspired by any song. One evening in a hotel bed I felt the compulsive need to draw this. I think it's about having fun at work, or something. The think in the upper left is supposed to be a wooden sign saying '9', as in 'Cloud Nine'. It didn't come out so great, I added it as an afterthought.
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This was really fun to do. I'm not sure why but I had a blast drawing this. It's inspired by the song 'Hold' by Saves The Day. I drew it on an airplane.
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No, I don't know what I was on when I drew this and no, I don't know where you can get some. Sometimes I draw some pretty sketchy stuff, this was one of those times. I put no forethought into the creation of this abomination which is why the guy has a bunch of squiggly lines and the word 'Brain' to represent his brain. It's also why this drawing wasn't refined at all. I just drew it and hastily shoved it to the back of my clipboard, out of my sight. Looking back, this is probably the best side profile I've ever done.
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Much more to come. I promise. Then again, my promises are empty like my soul.
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