Sunday, November 14, 2010

Iron Artist

1. These are bust shots only, single character.

2. You have a choice of what I call singular color, or dual color. You must specify this in your inquiry.
a. Singular color basically means... well.. everything on the image is one color, except added white spots in the eyes. Hair and eyes and lips will not be colored in solidly. They will remain sketchy. These are between $10.
b. Dual color is me picking one color from your character and coloring hair, eyes, lips, and some random other spots. These are $15.

When I say 'between', that means it's up to you, which price you want to pay, but that's the min/max amount.

3. Your choice of an overall 'feel' - cold or warm?

4. Please remember that these are sketches. They are not refined masterpieces and are done to get a good quick 'feel' to the character. You may of course, hang onto your sketch and at a later point, I may offer commissions to ink them, and possibly color.

5. Please, please, please read my ToS, which is here: Terms of Service
I am not responsible if you fail to read and understand what is written here!

6. You may order as many as you want.

7. And my all-time emphasis: Do not note me on FA/DA! Use my email address: I know the note systems are easy because they don't require logging into your email to send me something, but due to FA's sometimes unsteadiness, I am more comfortable working through email. Please specify your username and if you are coming from deviantart or furaffinity so there are no mix-ups!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The psychodynamics of Zoe and Mishenka:

(or, How the Scorpion Separated the Fused Fishes)


This could be completed later if I felt like explaining it all in a non-creepy way.

Anyways, there's a connection between Zoe and Eve, one physical mother, the second a 'maternal' mother.


And the first one meets this guy at a train station. He's unamused, completely uninterested in what she has to say. Curious thing that she is, she pokes and prods at him until he gives in a bit.

Fuck this I am going to go livestream for a bit. I'm feeling full.

Stupidity of it All

HA! So I have returned to you, Mr Blog. No one reads you anymore as it is, your art production has ceased. Everything's topsy-turvy.

The other day, there was a white bird, sparrow sized, it was gliding over the floor. I'd like to know what it means. Black birds (the rooks) are the only.

My psych has thrown different medications at me. Ris, Lamictal, Welbutrin, Xanax was given for the plane ride overseas. These all are to make me stable. To make all of these swings and things disappear and allow me to function better? Okay, the moods disappear but the other things that go with will disappear as well. You know who.

I want to feel like one person. ONE. Not 804.

Who fucking cares.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Ho ho, look here.

As the days wind down into 4 for my first international plane travel, the nerves and anxieties, the excitement and uncertainty of how to try and not embarrass the shit out of myself is kicking in.

From the artistic viewpoint, I'm giddy over seeing London and Bucharest's architecture. Two cities with far more history and culture to them - what, in America how far are we? I can't take a stroll down into Cleveland and find the buildings that are needed to inspire more artwork. Hell, I can't stroll down there anyways out of fear of being shot up.

When I get back from this trip, I feel the art will have kicked up more.

Right now I don't feel much inspiration. I haven't for months. It's disconcerting.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


Greetings, 15 blog followers:

I have nothing. My arm is healed but my hand burns. I've hit a rough patch in life. Nothing's producing. I'm keeping myself distracted to keep myself sane. But I'm still here (unfortunately for you aha)

Saturday, January 2, 2010

It's been a bit, since I have nothing to show here. It's alright because nothing itself has come out :( I don't know, maybe they're still experiencing life and haven't collected their thoughts yet.

Friday, December 18, 2009


I'm being forced into a break again as the ol' arm is doing that thing again. So here's a mish-mosh.