A profile would be something detailing particular aspects of the kind of person that I am, but what would be the point of that. Conversation would be pre empted, interests shared without any level of contact, and only the people interested in some of the same stuff would attempt this IM business.
So I'll just leave this somewhat blank, except for this paragraph and the ensuing whorage..
This is my personal space, originally intended for a web comic of the same name. Current developmenta are underway, check regularly for resurrection updates.
A non profit graphics company I colunteer for, I am currently working on one of their main projects as a concept artist. Check it out, maybe you could help too.
Anime Forum, currently discussing possiblities of a web comic featuring known faces around the board. Me being drafted in as one of the artists, most likely.
The air at the moment has this uncanny ability to suck the energy and sweat from you like a leech in a bloodbath. Combine that with my obsessive nature to trampoline for long periods of time, and I swear I am losing body mass right through my pores.
All the body fat has been stripped and I'm left runt like with nothing but muscle, moderately distributed to provide at least some form of framework. Who would believe that it is actually warm enough for that here in Scotland.
On the artwork front, I'm concentrating on getting a painting done for the Art House. They're trying not to ride me for it, but I can tell they're getting impatient. And it takes about three weeks to get limited edition prints made up, so I have until tomorrow.
I'm also investing much of my time in the building of a community of artists over at MCDGS or MCDGOS if you want to get pernickity. Getting the thing going along side Michael Lundie, and Vicky Hall back up to a reasonable level of motion. Drop me a note, if you'd be interested in contributing and such.
Also, storms with the mind are rare occurrences but I experienced one the other night and came up with my Focus and Flow theories. They might work themselves into my artwork at somepoint.
She entered his space. Looking about the large corridors around her that were smothered in black. Tentatively she walked down the hall. Hunching and balling up into herself as she walked. Trying to become as small as possible. She gazed about looking at all the creations that were his. It had been awhile and he had nothing new to show for it.
I've been around, just not got as much chance to visit sheezy as I used to. That could change. Depends really. Right now I'm suffering from insommnia, and drawing a tattoo idea for a guy I just met this evening. Hopefully I'll catch up with you tomorrow Noa.