This is the original piece, finished. Done by hand on white paper with black ink pen, then scanned and the background colored in digitally.
I really like inking hair, so I just drew a hank of hair hanging there, like, "What are YOU looking at?!" I like it so much after scanning and coloring it that I may do MORE hairy drawings.
A long time ago I started this little landscape at the exact dimensions to be my Facebook cover photo. I finally decided to finish it. And there's a bonus lil' purple fairy ant wearing a pink beanie. I don't know why.
Here it is, bitches! My first solo art exhibition, which is also a zine release. The place is the Hibbleton Gallery & their "BookMachine" zine space in the Fullerton, CA Magoski Arts Colony. The date is October 6th, 2017, the time of the opening reception is 6-10pm during Fullerton's Art Walk. Here's MORE INFO.
But I had this nightmare that I was in a multi-level hotel, going up and down elevators trying to escape a serial killer. I ended up in a lounge just as the killer entered the room. Just by chance, I was behind some other people at the bar, mostly obscured from the killer's view. He had a switchblade, and cut down a few people around me, so I dropped to the ground with them and played possum.
He slit the throat of a man right next to me, and as I lay there on the ground praying I wouldn't be discovered I could feel the man's blood spattering across me.
Luckily the nightmare either ended there, or shifted scenes, so I wasn't discovered. But it was bad enough, man!
I woke up, and my mind quickly shifted from serial killers and blood spray to diarrhea. The word itself. It's a nuanced word, with the double-R and the silent H. The double-R gives it an appropriate growl/grunt, and the silent H reflects a miserable silent breath of discomfort. I started getting ideas for poop-related pop art, and that's when I realized it was time to just accept that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep.
I got out of bed, fed the dog, got a cup of coffee, and here I am...