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Sketch. Black cat.

Here is the pencil sketch I used to paint on top of. There. Now the top thing looks more impressive.

Sketch. Love in gray.


Ran into a bunch of people at the paperback show. I like it because it’s small. It’s about the stuff still. The only booth babes were on the page. And no babies, either (so I could swear, though I don’t so much anymore, with impunity). Sometimes it’s nice to just talk with people who are into similar things. Not worry about being pretty or charming or anything like that.

A lot of acquaintances being very supportive. In a genuine way. One friend, who I really only met once, said I should send my stuff over to the Lucas people and he’d put in a good word or something to that effect. More than most would offer. I mentioned I was working on one of their new video games. But it would be nice to get something more substantial or steady. In general.

As for the image. I rarely post sketches. But this is doubly unusual.

Did you find the secret?

You can see it, or rather hear it, if you know the right place to look, meaning it’s not something that needs special software to open. I had a sudden image of some poor soul messing with the drawing in photoshop. That’s not the secret.

Well, it’s not that big a deal, so don’t think too much about it. I was just thinking, I haven’t posted any clips of my voice in a while. I forget, because I audition fairly regularly and figure someone’s hearing my voice, that it can take years for a project to come out and some who come here probably have no idea what I sound actually like. It’s off my laptop mic and not eq’d and only seconds long, so. . . ha! I’m not selling this very well! If you found it, there you go.

Auditions at the agency tomorrow.

Sketch. What are you looking at?

Late night doodle while I watched a show I have to ADR tomorrow.

I was looking at a Bruce Timm sketchbook earlier, so it’s sketchy faux Bruce Timm for the girl. He draws girls so well. Actually, many of the best sexy-yet-not-completely-slutty-girl draw-ers are ex-Batman/Superman crew.

Yeah. TV doodles. Exciting, isn’t it.

Sketch. Cool blue.

Why the thing about labeling? Why the cut off in parters that don’t get finished. Getting bored with the journal. And in an anti-internet mood recently. And yet, here I am. Do I really have a choice.

No, really.

There weren’t question marks for a reason. My punctuation is always intentional. Unless it’s a mistake.

I’m being sarcastic in case you can’t hear it.

And here’s sketch. It’s small. Until I get that sketchbook out.

Didn’t turn out right, but I liked her feet.

Why am I calling it her? I’m not asking you. I’m asking me. I used a photo of myself as ref.

But I’m imagining she has a 1930’s white telephone life. It’s the mascara. Which is what happens when you ink something that’s drawn in a 3×5 sketchbook with a 05 tech pen.

Looks like Kirby dots on her butt instead of polka dots, but I colored with as much enthusiasm as I am writing this now.

Well, you can’t see obviously.

I’ve got a Bill Murray or Alec Baldwin look on my face. In a summer dress.

A yummy mental image, but try to contain your lust.