Some prints!

Hey guys!

Though I am unable to attend your comic needs, I can give you a slice of pie.

My thesis show is going to be in May, and I've been working on it since I got here.

The idea revolves around the self portrait, only instead of one I plan on printing

one hundred unique etchings.  Each one is framed.

Ultimately I want a mass of pictures that gives an overall impression of my life story (thus far).

Each print doesn't reveal too much, but together I hope they will act like a school of fish.

Here are three of them!

Updating...

Hello everyone,

Unfortunately I do not have anything to show just yet for this blog, but know that I AM in fact, working on a comic.

I was informed recently that the best way to really broadcast a blog is simply updating it on a regular basis. All the professionals do. It is with a heavy heart that I then came to the realization that you followers are simply going to have to be patient until I graduate college.

With my thesis, classes, and me just trying to take advantage of my last year; I have to prioritize the now.

So, needless to say...updates will be infrequent.

But again, I DO have a comic in the works!
So there's that!

Thank you to all who check up on my site.
You will be rewarded in time!

And please, don't hesitate to comment, even if it's an older post!

Suicde in Salad? Yum.

Yesterday was the opening of SALAD, an art show featuring the work of New Paltz students and more. Myself and my good friend Elizabeth Cooper both had work on display in The Shirt Factory, a hip gallery in Kingston.

Our stuff will be up in there until October 23rd, so if you're in the area, check us out!
Pretty sure it's free to get in. Pretty sure.

The cool think about The Shirt Factory was that just around the corner were a bunch of other art shows. The blurred, candid is of Alex (yes, the Alex) and Tiffany admiring the latest works of Arnold Levine.

We had a good conversation with him, talking with artists is so much more rewarding outside of a lecture hall.

Alex and I always have fun going to galleries and pretending to buy art for our apartment/house. We also like "buying" art for others.

"You want that one? Tell you what, happy birthday."

I'd like to do some more comics soon but work is happening. Happening all over the place.
I pray for patience!

Self reflection, and a CHARLES DUMP

Sketch book portraits.

These are some portraits I had in my sketchbook that I thought I'd gussy up.
The first one of Charles, is about four or five months old.

You'll notice that the alien is in fact, a ballet teacher.

And as for the pirates, well. If you ever find me riding along side your bike with mine, it means I'm pretending to blast you out of the water.
True story.

CHARLES

In the beginning of summer I started using a moleskin sketchbook instead of my usual leather bound 8.5 x 11 sketchbooks. The reason for this was because I'm going to have to get used to smaller formats, so I figured it'd be good practice to jump ship.

I had, at this point, developed an even larger ego, so when the first few pages didn't turn out well, I just ripped them out. After several frustrating pages, torn asunder, I drew this first comic.

Little did I know the consequences of this plucky little demon. I liked the look of him very much, and drew a portrait of him, but that was all for the next couple months.

In college, I found myself drawn to him again, and I began making comics that explored his personality more. What I discovered was a lewd, brutal, cynical, malevolent little shit, that I soon realized was the incarnation of my id.

Like seriously, this is it. He is called Charles.

I grappled with making him a thoughtful, complex character, but the more I tried the more he rebelled. I found that he'd always end up screaming in comics, simply for the sake of destroying the clarity. He lives for controversy.

I even went as far as introducing him to one of my other favorite characters, the Shakespearean jester from "The Great War" series. But he ended up killing him with an ax. I was so upset that I couldn't finish the comic.

The more blunt, offensive, and nasty I draw him; the more true to his character the comics are.
I didn't intend some of these images, I just found him this way. After this post I'll dump the rest on you.