“the lost castle.” comic strip, black ink on sketch paper. click on the image to see a full-size version of it.
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this is a fictional company logo i came up with last week while out of town. black ink on sketch paper.
to my knowledge, ugly fairy productions does not exist…but it should, and this should be their logo.
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bike odyssey 2008 begins tomorrow. the map is printed and marked. clothes are sealed in plastic baggies. new tires are fitted and tested. spare tubes and patch kits are stocked. several friends and acquaintances stopped by earlier this evening to bid me farewell. i have just enough time to sleep about 6 hours before it all begins.
my mother is worried sick. my sister and her husband have my undying gratitude.
i will endure. i will be at the shore before i know it. this is nothing i can’t accomplish.
this is such a predictable entry.
as is most often the case, the ancients said it much better than we could. in lieu of the recent (and rather depressing, frustrating, etc.) developments at the arts non-profit, a passage from red pine’s translation of the collected songs of cold mountain (”cold mountain” being a zen buddhist poet from a long, long time ago) caught my eye as i flipped through it today. from verses 181 to 183:
a pitiful hundred-year old house
its sides have caved in
its walls are cracked
its beams are askew
its tiles lie shattered
its decay won’t stop
may as well let it blow down
to rebuild would never workno matter how lofty your spirit
however imposing your gaze
even if you could pierce seven boards
or read five lines at a glance
or sleep on a tiger-head pillow
or sit on an ivory couch
without any whatchamacallit*
you’ll be no warmer than icethey laugh at me hey farm boy
your face is a little thin
your hat isn’t high enough
and your belt is far too tight
it’s not that i don’t know the trends
when you’re broke you can’t catch up
one day i’ll be rich
and stick a stupa** on my head
///
the first verse refers to the buddhist metaphor of one’s body as a house. the second verse relates to various legends and recorded treasures granted from chinese nobles. the third are the declarations of a mythological, penniless hermit (one hanshan, or “cold mountain”).
*: one of the scholars who collected the verses of cold mountain–reportedly one named wang yen–used the term “whatchamacallit” in place of the word “money” or “currency.”
**: a stupa is a conical structure erected over the relics of a buddha.
“wrinkles,” for illustration friday. india ink (via rapidograph and brush) on card stock.
date begun: 27 april, 2008.
date completed: 8 may, 2008.
artist comments: but damn, this took a long time. truth be told, i simply put it down for a while; i was busy coordinating a major event in my neighbourhood, which put pretty much everything else on hold. i was determined to finish this one. i needed to remind myself i could follow through on something.
you could consider it a self portrait, of a sort. i’m wearing my favourite jacket in there. but i never, ever run. literally, that is.
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the following is a quickly-drawn comic strip, burgeoned from a snippet of dinner conversation a friend of mine and i had this evening. click to see full-size image.
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looking for practical online tests and the like for the day job. at face value, this is probably one of the lesser useful personality assessments i’ve ever taken.
