Taking things the wrong way.

In an increasingly online world it may come as no surprise that my dear friend Alex 大猫人 runs a blog as well (blog.purrdeta.com). In fact Alex runs the very server that hosts my website (Dark DNA). Now that I have gotten the shameless plug section of this blog out of the way I can continue onto the real issue.

Alex posted about his fantabulous adventure into stardom, during which he met the illustrious Ke$ha and LMFAO!

Now this next part needs a little back story to make any kind of sense to you, the lovely audience. I love writing. In fact it is the only thing I consider myself good at. I don’t even consider myself a good artist and here I am with a blog about my art. So when I got four words deep into Alex’s blog I offered up some advice. He took this poorly and grew to be quite upset. You can find it in this note.

This post is simply a retaliation against his unending silliness. Sadly I will not post without some sort of photo. So for your viewing pleasure I am including a picture of his face that does not look like him.


Picture posted with his permission.*

The Wonderful Elixir that is Coffee

Caffeine has a strange effect on my brain. It always makes me… crazed. I just feel creative and have too much energy. This usually manifests itself in the form of “art” and conversation. Which is an art in its own right. Usually my coffee induced mania gives rise to the strangest of drawings. I wish I could ascribe any sort of meaning or importance to these drawings but that can only be done retroactively. To be completely honest my “natural” style is really just sort of a Rorschach test: I never know what I’m drawing until I’m about a quarter through and realize that squiggles on the paper look kind of like a two headed man or what have you. The funnest part, for me, is refining these squiggles into semi-coherent images while maintaining clean, simplistic lines.

Anywho, here are close ups of those three coffee induced abominations with the best explanation that I can manage.

 A two headed person. One head is a paranoid old man and the other is a blind baby. Also there is some sort of toothed vagina on its back.

 A baby reaching out to some sort of undead creature.

 A goblinesque creature that has torn his mouth open by smiling so much is reaching up for some unseen treasure.


The Goblin King

A simple doodle made for no other reason than this blog desperately needs a new post.
For anyone who knows me and also reads this blog, let’s face if you don’t know me you aren’t reading this, you will no doubt notice that this is my “natural” style. Which I have heard arguments that I should I simply keep with this and make the bizarre, zany stories that such an art style lends itself to. Considering I’ve yet to do anything outside of the B&M* department there really is not a reason I shouldn’t. Except that action poses are difficult in such a style. Nothing that practice couldn’t handle though, I suppose.
If anybody read this blog I’d ask for your input. Which I guess is what I have just done…
Too many decisions to be made and too much time to spend not making them.

I still do not have my precious コンピュータ in my possession, so this is as fancy as I care to get without a drawing pad and photoshop combination.