Covered in filth and newly cut hair. Dyed it aquamarine because fuck yeah colour. This world is too grey.

Crypticon done. Exhausted. Finally put the comic online: [link]

Advice for dating & general debauchery: [link]

Working on more music between cigarettes and whiskey.  The breakfast of champions.

Back from San Diego. Had my art show. Was delightful.

Made a video! [link]

Did you ever love something so much it became who you were, rather than what you did? I've had an enormously good year. Booked for a show at Seattle RAW artists, Crypticon Booth is currently set up, and I've begun experimenting with oils.

Because of this I have invested a significant amount of blood and effort in to re-designing my website: [link] I think it shows quite well how I've changed over the past year. I launched the site yesterday and got another tattoo to commemorate it. It's my logo on my wrist - I am branded by my efforts. It still raw & bleeding, but the slow thump of pain is dwindling.

Happily, I can go back to painting.

After spending about a week interior I managed to compile enough time to re-launch my webcomical: [link]
The entire design is reactive. Re-size the browser window and you'll see what I mean. Goddamn fancy, and quite difficult. In any case I've been absolutely transfixed on textures... the whole thing has a storybook feel to it that I quite like. I will have to think on that as I read over scripts.

Found a dead bird outside my apartment. Took it in, boiled off its skin and currently bleaching its bones in a cup aside my computer. Inks and paints all over the floor. I'm gathering quite a collection of discarded marrow.

Started with oils. Hazelnut and others. Researching the extended history of the Greeks.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Jesus christ, I haven't kept a journal in ages. It's 3 AyEm on the day after Christmas, and I can't sleep. I drank a bottle of vodka and went through the majority of my tobacco. Found new supplies, new ideas, little things that keep me ticking.

The girlfriend bought me All of the Potters, a complete box set in a fancy Hogwarts chest. I'll be cracking in to them soon enough. Tonight, probably. Can't sleep, common problem. Started a band the other day, called The Daily Cannibal. I'm the frontman, so that's a thing. I can't sing and the others can't play, but it doesn't really matter. What matters is yelling for a few minutes and just having a way to release.

Too many people try to make beautiful things. I don't think beauty is the goal.