Wednesday, January 31, 2007


copyright Portland Studios, Inc. 2007

Tuesday, January 30, 2007


as adept as I am in most areas, not so in the art of making coffee--
to wit:

Quote: a prominent co-worker, the pot I made yesterday afternoon tasted like, "(clicks tongue) A Brick."

Another said, quote, "Really Bad."

Not to have been out done by myself before, and since more coffee grounds = gooder coffee, I filled the maker to the brim like so many brimming fishes.

The end result being what I might call something in the way of vaudeville and slightly brick-y.

"I will make that good pot," said I.

So, being that the night before, while a drink of water I got at 3:03 AM being awoke by the cat, I met the frame of the doorway with my forehead in the darkness and thereby caused a small welt to form where once before there was only eyebrow.

Again, so as not to be out done by myself, I went onto (after my water and dazed collision with the frame) to not-sleep and lay awake for many days. Or hours. Maybe only two. But they felt long.

Purposing in my heart to not suffer defeat at the hands of this task-master so wicked and bad, I resolved to forge the pot again:

And so. In this glad morning, I made that pot-- cast off the old grounds of the yesteryear afternoon, rough hewn afresh were the new grounds, and I burned them with many hot waters.

And there, at my desk, I drank that coffee, enjoying it as much as people really do enjoy coffee (-_-) for it is close to a joke, but enjoy it really-- for that doctored kind is not good. Resound, that tan coffee to be abolished and be drunk no more. Many hot waters burned that coffee, and it was good.

And I made one cup. One cup in that 12 cup pot. One cup for me and no other, thereby ensuring the sound affirmation of my abilities,



so I would be the only one who knew that I was, still, as always, bad at making coffee.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Gypsy Queen

Photoshop drawing with watercolor texture.

Illustration Friday: "Red"

A piece from the music video Chris and I working on. The video is going to be After Effects animated (sort of like Flash animation I suppose) I

It's for the song "The Beast" by musician Steven Delopoulos.
I think he's kind of famous.

I've chronicled some of the development for the video as well as a little test animation piece here:

and more [edit] post
more music video art post
first concept art post
early animation test post


Thursday, January 25, 2007

more music video work:

shaking hands.


New art blog by friend, associate, and current Portland Studios, Inc. intern-- Cedar:

be afraid.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

and more [edit]

(below) new version that I like much better:

Monday, January 22, 2007

more music video art

The first shot of the video is with windmills, zooming in on our guy. You can see him as a tiny little pinprick in the distance.

See below for the previous posts:

first concept art post
early animation test post

Friday, January 19, 2007

Thursday, January 18, 2007

concept art

Pieces I'm working on for an animation test for a music video for the new album by this man.
I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


i wanted to draw my own asthmatic kitties.
as a one with asthma and kitties, i feel perfectly poised to draw asthmatic kitties.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Dandelion Embers

Dandelion Embers
10.5" x 13"

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

dirty watercolor & the transient drawing

Part of the method I employ involves a dirty watercolor. And here is the dirty watercolor for the dandelion piece. I used to be so terrified of doing anything to the drawing itself. The drawing itself was sacred. Untouchable.

At some point I realized that I was in love with the drawings.

I was too in love with the drawings. I adored the drawings. I taped them up and looked at them.

But with each piece of tape, the stove top of my mind burned the hotter; in the back of my mind I knew the truth-- they had to die.

I knew I had to kill them.

By my hand I had to kill the drawings.

Release them to the next step in exsistence.

Release them to real textures, not some farcical photoshopy plastic texture-- real, real watercolor.

To me, that is what makes it. And for me, that is why I kill:
The transient drawing must become the dirty watercolor.

That is the way of things. It is what must be.
And it cannot be otherwise.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Dandelion embers

Hopefully get to painting this tonight.

Ophelia, departed

en memoriam
Listen closely to her tiny twaddled secrets
Step lightly by her rolling waddled run.
Ophelia, office pet and muse.

* * *

above poem by Stephanie Young.

Friday, January 05, 2007


behold, my dirty tracing paper and thumbnail.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

messing with

I'm messing with lighting. + Adding some greenery around like a border.
*likes, dislikes?

Christmas update and stories to follow tomorrow.

As well as a peek into the one-way ticket to wacky-land we had yesterday. Geez.