the burroughs folio - mikey

 Michael Portman is completed.  Onto Kammerer & Ian & Barlow.

today, in ink: merrick

 

inking stryfe - 4 (((return of galactus dildo)))

james knows:  comix is a helmet you commit to.  james KNOWS

a helmet that, when you put it on, you may just neck yourself "--but it's cool"

what better metaphor for comix, than stryfe's galactus dildo helmet?

i ask you.  I ASK YOU

s/t:  'blankets of ice' by tom kasas

'radio friendly unit shifter' by nirvana

'eldorado' by electric light orchestra

inking xtinction - 5 (((16 minutes & 13 seconds)))

 

"5:38"

s/t: Madvillain (feat .Madlib & MF DOOM) - "America's Most Blunted"

Mars In Hell (covering Angelo Badamenti & Dean Hurley) - "The Pink Room"

 

"2:27"

s/t: Mars In Hell - "The Pink Room" (concluded)

 

"8:09 (that's too long)"

s/t: Apollo Brown (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & MF DOOM) - 'Dirt Between Villains'

SBWY - "Echo Snov

Ryuichi Sakamoto - "Firewater"

inking xtinction - 4 (((the sound of uncertainty)))

(((inside my head, every day)))

 

there are times where i am trying to do something and i don't know what

 

with apocalypse: it's trying to work out what i liked so. much. about walt simonson

because i'm not a simonson superfan, i'm not reading all that thor shit.  but

i thought simonson on x-factor was actually pretty righteous.  i dug on all

the dashed-off weird reflections w/ chrome filigree he would add to everything,

almost compulsively.  he had a real punk energy to his art at that time, i dunno,

and i felt him kind of flexing at mignola, too, like oh a contender.  his art was more fun,

competetive.  after leaving x-factor he became kind of a famously fastidious & consistent

workman, but for a minute it felt like he was in the dojo just throwing down, like wildstylin

i didn't CARE about or like anything apocalypse brought to the table of the summers saga

i kind of dug apocalypse whenever mignola got to draw him.  but otherwise idgaf.  he looks doofy

so ultimately this is all just me rehearsing textures & working out ocd kinks

 

it's not entirely a simonson tribute.  i find myself trying to do something

but it's not silvestri, like on the left, with sinister.  that's me aping silvestri

apocalypse just winds up being something else.  i dunno.  i hope james (tiberius) likes it

 

i'll be glad to start inking the rest soon

inking xtinction - 3

  not happy with ANYTHING i have done today but oh well

 

statuesque - w.i.p.

More rare paper.  This piece was based on a statue I encountered at the Lake Claire land trust, near Atlanta.  The owl in the buddha's hand was a small stuffed toy, and the statue was perhaps less, er, ripped, but I tried to stay true to the feeling the li'l guy gave me when I first saw it.  The land trust was a good place to work.  I wrote quite a bit of AZURE PANTRY and DENIZEN there.

I've considered doing some graytones or painting on this, but I'm too attached to the finished inks on this guy to risk botching it.  When I say attached, I mean, inking the owl brought me tears of joy.  Not an ordinary reaction for me, as anybody who knows me knows I generally loathe my work.  So this will be printed as it stands.  It's valuable, for reasons I can't quite articulate.

I'm pretty proud of the leafy debris surrounding the buddha.  I'm glad I kept the essence of the original pencils.  It was a very delicate job, and I probably agonized over line weight more than was necessary.  But it all felt necessary?  I dunno.  Maybe the traumatic brain injury I received after penciling this shook something loose in my soul.  It's one of the first finished inking jobs I pulled off after recovering full use of my right hand.

Post title notwithstanding, this isn't really a work in progress anymore.  But it isn't Done until I print the damned thing, is it?

chirality - w.i.p.

Still need to finish the stars & do a little cleanup, but it's basically there.

Took a long time to achieve any satisfaction with this.  The roots and branches irritated me in every previous iteration.  Began life as a tattoo design for an old lover, but after he relapsed to alcoholism & spazzed on me for hitting the brakes, he egged the windows of my studio.  After which I was like, fuck that, I'm keeping this one for myself.

Glad I took the time.  It feels like it means something to me now.  (It should.  I've only destroyed like, three different versions.)  It only recently acquired the title, 'Chirality'.  Sometimes you have to meditate on a picture before it comes together.  In this case it was about five years.

I love this paper.  I've never found anything like it for inking on.  It's so thin & lightweight it could be used for tracing, but it doesn't wrinkle or warp when coloured or inked on.  Marvelous stuff.  I found a roll of it in Richmond, VA, and I use it as sparingly as possible.

Anyroad.  Another for the stack to print & sell. Suppose I should set up a Patreon and all that horseshit eventually...