Lot #25

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This is a faded picture of a fading memory. This was my childhood home, lot #25. This small sketch tells so many more stories than what meets the eye. In this image I see the tree where I broke my arm, the truck that nearly killed me and my step-father. I see the antenna that I would adjust manually, no matter how cold it was outside, so we could get a clear picture on the television. I see the storage shed that I helped my step-father build, the shed that was often a target for thieves.

I see the cactus that received better treatment from my mother than I did. I see the cactus that I destroyed in protest. I see the window to a room that was not big enough to house a little boy. The room where a little boy first learned that if a goldfish is left in a small bowl, that goldfish stops growing. The room where a little boy decided he was not going to be a small fish. I discovered a love for art, for reading, and for writing in this place. I learned to escape the physical confines of my environment through art and stories.

Now all I see is a faded image of a fading memory that tells a story this man would rather forget.

480-E Case Backhoe

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September 16th, 2008

The Story

In 2008 I worked in the underground utility industry installing natural gas lines to new homes around Atlanta, GA. I absolutely despised the work even though I was great at it. In an attempt to strike some sort of balance between the man I was becoming who had many responsibilities and the boy in me who just wanted to be an artist and nothing more, I would spend my thirty minute lunch breaks doing sketches like these while eating. They were ugly, crude, hastily drawn sketches of whatever happened to catch my eye during lunch that particular day. I felt that I had to keep drawing so that I could retain my smug sense of superiority over my co-workers. In my head at the time, I had convinced myself that settling to be a construction worker was below me. That I had to keep trying to be the artist I saw myself as. These sketches would make me famous!

I was a fucking idiot. Reality smacked me in the face a few hours later.

Those of you who are sharp readers may already know the significance of the date I made this sketch. It was the day the world financial market basically took a nose dive. Everyone in my company was laid off that day. I was not special. I was expendable just like everyone else. This was the last picture I drew for a long time. I suddenly didn’t have the luxury of a lunchtime hobby. Everyday my new job was to find a new job. As most of you know, no one was hiring at that moment in time… well almost no one. We did have two active wars going on after all…Save that story for later.

Drawing of Link-1999

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Winter 1999

Here you see another of my early works concerning the main protagonist from The Legend of Zelda series. My skill as an artist left much to be desired at the time. The image looks very disjointed because I drew the character of Link as he looks inside of the game’s manual that came with Ocarina of Time (see below). I free handed the background around his already set pose in an attempt to bring life to the image. Looking at the image today I only have one thought…

Who the hell puts the door hinge on the outside of the door? Jackass.

 

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St. Anger

 

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September 25, 2003

The Story-

High school art class, 2003. I always envisioned myself becoming an artist of some type and decided it wouldn’t hurt to take art in high school. One of our first projects involved scratch boards, my first time ever seeing this form of art. My first attempt at using scratch board is what you see above. I was a metal head at the time. Everything was rock & roll and Metallica was my go to band back then. I pulled out the CD Jacket from their St. Anger album and used the images in it to create this piece.

In short, this is shitty high school art. 🙂

 

 

Splitting Headache

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July 2009

The Story-

During my time in the Army I remember having one particular lesson drilled into my head. That lesson was to always carry pen and paper. I figured it was for taking super top secret notes for the military, but in reality, its mostly just to draw doodles like these when you are bored out of your mind during some kind of repetitive safety brief. One day during one of those extremely boring safety meetings, I developed a pounding headache. The lights were all too bright and the man with the microphone was speaking too loud. I attempted to distract myself by doodling in my handy, dandy, notebook… And this image is the result I got. I think it summed things up about how I was feeling quite nicely.