Tumult

I have not been completely inert.  Just mostly.  I haven't finished anything in a while.  Until this morning I haven't been struck by the desire to do anything.  Even when I was, my ability to think just isn't there.  I've got an idea at least, for when it comes back.  In the mean time, here is a stream of shit I've been slowly chopping away at.

The first 4 are part of the ongoing and oft-delayed book project.  Last frame there is moments from completion, waiting on only the will to bother with anything.  Other things here will never see the light of day, due to some uncorrectable compositional error.  There's a portrait, another one of Nebuchadnezzar looking pretty metal, miscellaneous.  In any case, nothing is finished.  

Another thing I've got in the works will be ongoing as well.  At the city library book fair last year I picked up (among other things) a book of Manx fairy tales.  It's an old paperback edition published in the fifties, with staples in the spine on rough paper.  I love this book.  All of the stories were "transcribed over the wireless" in colloquial Manx english, with mostly translated Manx Gaelic expressions throughout.  I'm going to illustrate some of these, largely because I want to spend a lot of time drawing Bugganes and Faower and Phynodderree.  Also because in an ideal world, I would be living on that island raising Manx Loaghton sheep and railing at the heavens from the turrets of an old keep.  Drawing some of their monsters will have to suffice.

In other news, I had an art show recently.  It went alright.  Mild turnout, sold something, but generally quite a shitty evening.  A couple of pictures taken during the hanging process-

The shittiness of the evening was largely due to the people I didn't see there.  As a result I did become quite, quite drunk over the course of the evening, eventually culminating in a spectacular display of vomiting.  I had climbed into a taxi after my initial barfings outside (and slightly inside) the bar, and the driver took me for someone he could squeeze money out of.  After realizing that he was taking me for quite a longer ride than was necessary, I started to yell at him a bit, which upset them ol' guts and resulted in more barf.  On the driver and inside his taxi cab.  I got out and walked home.  All in all, it was a very fancy event.

And that's what I've been up to.  Lots of time wasting, lots of missing people, lots of reflection.  These days, I realize, I'm just a miserable, lonely pile of shit.  I just need to become ok with that and it's smooth sailing.