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HOURLY COMICS DAY.

Hourly Comics Day!
It is a day where you make a comic for every hour you are awake!
It was created by John Campbell, who is a pretty cool dude.
And it took place on Sunday.
But I am lazy! As you will see from said comics. So I didn’t scan them ’til today.
Here they are.
Enjoy?

ALSO: If you were enraged by the Michael Phelps controversy, you might not wanna read these.
That’s all I’m sayin’.

Proving once and for all that I have no eye for fashion.

I wasn’t sure if I liked the color or just the linework better…so I posted both.
Which do you prefer?
As always, click to enlarge, yo.

Think of that terrible Natalie Imbruglia song.

That’s all for today!
It is pretty cold out.

We will save your brothers. We will save your cousins. We will drive.

After a long night of working on websites, I let off a bit of steam with my old buddy Photoshop.
The above result was inspired by the Danger Ensemble’s physical theatre piece for the Amanda Palmer song “Have to Drive.”
No video could possibly do their performance justice, ever, but this one should give you the general idea.

Amanda Palmer & the Danger Ensemble – “Have to Drive”

cotton candy sugar cookie bubble gum watermelon cupcake hair.

Ballpoint pen and watercolor, 11″x14″.
Text reads, “If anyone’s going to break this heart / I think it should be you.”

Close up:

Also, completely unrelated:
I have pink hair now.
And I am moving to Arizona! So henceforth, everything that you see on this website is for sale. I’m driving 2000 miles in a little Honda Accord, and it would be silly to try to take all of this art I’ve accumulated over the years. So if you see something you like, shoot me an email [ chanonista (at!) gmail (dot?) com ] and we’ll talk. I’m just trying to get rid of it, so prices are very negotiable.

EDIT
I just realized that I never posted the finished version of that painting, even though it’s been finished for an age and a half. Sorry? Here it is, regardless!

Oil on Bristol board, 8″x11″ (with a 1″ white border.)

“The reception’s gotten fuzzy. The delicate balance has shifted.”

Oh, I have a blog.
In the midst of the holiday stress (and maybe a little overindulgence in intoxication) I haven’t had much time to do any big art.
I did have some work selected for exhibition in Phoenix. In a museum. There will be details closer to when it actually happens.

Here is my new hair.

It’s pretty bright.

What do you mean, you “wanted to see art?”
Jesus, so demanding.
I guess here’s some sketchbook pages.

First one was a result of watching a lot of Metalocalypse. Second one was at a Saginaw Spirit game. I also did a little sketch of Colbeagle the Eagle, but that’s for another time.

Reverting back to age twelve.

What are we looking at?
Bears.
Big, angry fucking bears.

“It’s pretty cold, inside and out.”

“Sometimes you just gotta deal with entire days of laying in bed trembling and wishing for death before you can sit up and remember, ‘Hey. I know how to PAINT.'”

That’s right. Today, I busted out the Ani DiFranco and the oil paints, and suddenly it was like I was in high school all over again.
Pictures of the whole thing once when it’s done, but I’m pretty happy with how it’s turning out.
I really do forget sometimes that I can paint. I never think I can until I actually pick up the brush, and then it’s like I remember all at once, “Oh, that’s right, this was why I wanted to be an artist. Duh.”

“Walking outside in Michigan winter…”

“…is like doing a line of coke. Except, instead of being exhilarating, it’s just…depressing.”

Just some quick snapshots from the past week. Finally got all the art framed and shipped out for First Fridays. Tomorrow I am lucky enough to be attending what will probably be the highlight of my year: Amanda Palmer and the Danger Ensemble at the Magic Bag in Ferndale (near Detroit.) I’m pretty excited–I’ve been in love with Amanda since the ninth grade. And by “pretty excited,” I mean I’ve been dancing around squealing since I bought the tickets earlier. I got to see her in The Dresden Dolls a few years back, when they were touring with Panic! at the Disco, and meeting her after the show in the parking lot will probably stick in my memory forever. I was almost in tears afterward.

Two years, four months and sixteen days ago, in all our sweaty, nasty, post-show glory. (The photo was dated.)
Yeah, I’m pretty excited.