Goodbye, Thinner. Oh Hello There, Dance Party.

Today was great. I went to Epidavros in Mt. Kisco, NY and got a massage. Those of you in the downstate NY area, go there and get  touched. I got the ultimate massage. I felt like jello when I walked out of there.

Ok, enough. There are more important matters at hand. Today is the day I officially put the Thinner project on hold. For an independent study I was planning on doing for RISD, I was going to transform Stephen King’s Thinner into a graphic novel.

I know, I’m a nerd. But this, plus an i.s. teacher conflict, lead me to a dance party solution. Explanations involving dance party solution will follow.

The following are plans of how I was going to break up the illustrations/pages for Thinner.






That lovely illustration on the right is how I felt when I realized I had to make the decision to put my graphic novel dream on the back burner.


I would in fact go gay for Audrey Kawasaki

Hello all. I’ve been MIA for couple of days and it’s been wonderful. I was in Baltimore with the love of my life (if you are just dying from curiosity). But now, it’s time for some serious biznass:


This is my current sketchbook. It is almost filled with my ever flowing stream of mind vomit. 


^First page. (Not an accurate representation of my skillz)


I’m very much in love with Audrey Kawasaki’s work. In fact, I may go so far as to say that I’m in love with Audrey Kawasaki.


These are my notes from my summer class: After Hollywood, a history of films from the late 60’s to 70’s. I’m not a very efficient note taker. 


I saw this little old lady on the Fox Point trolly. She ugged in the ugly.


Well my dearly devoted three internet fans, that is all I’ll expose today. More to come later. 

I refuse to apologize for the awful warm lighting. These photos were taken in my apartment in Providence. I’m pretty sure the paint on the walls is the same color they used to paint the yellow lines on the road with. And I have awful yellow lighting in there as well. I’m praying all this warm lighting hasn’t damaged my ability to see cool colors. But then again, I’ve been getting along fairly well with partial dichromatism.


For those keeping score at home dichromatism is defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as:

dichromatism |dīˈkrōməˌtizəm|noun(typically in an animal species) the occurrence of two different kinds of coloring.color-blindness in which only two of the three primary colors can be discerned.DERIVATIVESdichromatic |ˌdīkrōˈmatik| |ˈdaɪkrəˈmødɪk| |ˈdaɪkroʊˈmødɪk||dʌɪkrə(ʊ)ˈmatɪk| adjective

Inked Photography

A while back I did a photography project about tattoos and tattoo life. My Minolta X700 and I visited about 5 different tattoo shops in Providence. Some of them, Art Freek for one, were terribly nice and let me take all the photos I wanted. (I’ve gotten some work done there, the people are friendly and down to earth and the quality of the work coming out of there is excellent.) And others were absolutely horrible and shouted mean, nasty words at me for even THINKING about taking a picture or their shop.


I’ve really wanted to put them in a professional-like looking book and publish them. But alas, it is one of many dreams I have yet to grasp hold of. So, I’ll just put a few of them up here 🙂

Page 5


Page 3

East Providence Tattoo had a lounge. I was jealous.


Page 7


Page 12


Page 14I enjoy ^that^ one.


Page 22This guy’s ink was very green.


Page 26This chicky-baby was a Suicide Girl and really was into having her portrait taken.


Out with the old…

A PortraitThis is an old sketchbook of mine. Perfect to start off with. It’s from 2007-2008.


DancerI was (and still am) very into Alphonse Mucha, King of All Things Art Nouveau. Please for the love of art, if you do not know who he is, look him up.


GirlI went through a marker phase. My inner child demanded tools, but my inner adult would not let me use crayons.



double pageMy marker phase was extensive.


doodlesI had a brief love affair with medical illustration. I even bought a medical illustration coloring book because – let’s face it – I fucking love coloring.


skeletonMore medical illustration fetish. I was (and still am) into writing all over things. I can’t explain why.



That was it for the old. I promise only new things from now on. And I’m terribly sorry for the wonky sizes of things. I’m trying my very hardest to be more technologically literate, but it’s like teaching Helen Keller how to drive.

Yes. I did in fact make a Helen Keller joke. 

Will be working away in my newish sketchbook for the rest of the week. Sneek peeks will come later.