Bad Art I Am Compelled To Share

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Merry Christmas Scott

Hey look, I made a clock for my brother!

Phew. That was the last present and now I'm ready for tomorrow.

Now, I have to get ready for the big poker game Gorky and I are hosting tonight.

Happy Holidays Loves!

Are pocket kings as good as pocket deuces, when there's an ace on the table? Are you going to leave some love?

Friday, December 22, 2006


This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is peace. "Peace" was drawn on the back of a page from last weeks Live Wire script with a Faber-Castle 3-H pencil, inked in with my Gel-Roller and colored it in Photoshop.

The illustration was the first idea that popped into my head after I read the theme. I'm extremely happy with how it turned out, considering I had to work fast, due to my usual lack of time.

Just before I started to draw I put on the CD Show Your Bones, by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and finished just as the music stopped. That's some good timing.

Happy Holidays Loves and of course, peace.

How's your timing? How about leaving me some love?

Monday, December 18, 2006


This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is help. "Help" is a digital photo of me tying my shoe. That sporty shirt I'm wearing is actually a pajama top, given to us by some poker chums. I love the shirt! Gorky has a hard time getting it off me. It's fair! She gets to wear the pajama bottoms!

Anyhow, I took the photo with a Canon PowerShot A350.

Is it wrong to post a photo for Illustration Friday?

Do you ever need a hand? Do you want to leave me some love?

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Art Time

I made a clock! Well, technically, I didn't make a clock I just decorated one. I took apart an old, boring clock, printed up some bad art and then cut it to fit over the clock face.

Pretty cool huh?

Now, I’m off to rehearsal and then a Live Wire show.


Do you need more time? Do you have time to leave me some love?

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

A Brisk Walk Towards Winter

Hmm... more trees, this painting just sort of happened. It's acrylics on canvas paper. It might be an interpretation of what my illustrator's soul is feeling, because I don't have the time to work on any bad art projects. Not like I want to anyway. So, if you've been agonizing over my lack of submissions, I apologize. I blame sleep. Sleep is the enemy. If I didn't sleep, I could find the time to work on some bad art.

Not much free time lately, but I have been blessed with an abundance of work over the last couple of months. October and November kicked my ass and it looks like December will do the same. My ass is getting sore, but I'm having a good time. Maybe I'm a masochist?

In any case, I feel somewhat guilty for going almost a month without posting anything and to make it up to you, my Loves, I'm going to show you all what I've been up to.

That's right! You're going to get a quick peek into the life of The Unknown!

Or at least a week of it. Enjoy!

A few Saturdays ago, in the afternoon, I was lucky enough to have a small role in the short film "Shame Gravy". "Shame Gravy" was filmed as a shootout for the city winners of this year's 48hour film festival. (I would tell you all to go watch the film and vote for us, but the website is all fucked up. The people I have sent to the site have yelled at me and said, "Man, that website is fucked up!" So, I’m not going to ask you to go there and vote for our film. Unless you think you're magic and the website won't be all fucked up for you. Don’t be a fool, go see the film here.)

Saturday evening I do a murder mystery show. These shows could be good, but the person running the company is unorganized and completely insane. The only way you can work for her, without going crazy yourself is by completely ignoring her, or by being a Zen Master of Chaos and follower of Eris, like I am. I keep working for her because it pays, there are a ton of shows this time of year, you get a free meal, (I know it's cliché, but actors never pass up a free meal.) and I have come to terms with the fact that every show will be one giant snafu.

On Sunday I relax, watch some football (Go Dolphins!) and go out to eat with Gorky.

The next day, around 2PM, I realize I've gotten food poisoning from the restaurant yesterday. For the next two days I'm sick as a dog and I miss three rehearsals.

I start to feel better Tuesday evening. That's also when I get a phone call from my seventeen-year-old son. It's the first time we've ever spoken to each other. I won't go into a lot of detail because it's personal, but I will say it's strange, fantastic, exciting, and awkward. He is a wonderful kid and I hope our relationship continues to grow. (I also hope he doesn't mind me putting his picture here.)

On Wednesday I get to sample different gin drinks as part of a research team, hoping to find the perfect signature drink for "Live Wire." I sample a few more than I should.

On Thursday it's, it's... "Live Wire" and the show kicks ass! (You can hear the show for yourself here!) This "Live Wire" gig is the best job I've ever had. I feel blessed and extremely lucky to be a part of the cast.
(Faces For Radio rock out.)

On Friday I do another murder mystery. This time the boss forgets to tell one of the actors there's a show scheduled. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath, while the boss tries to figure out how to do the show with one less character.

On Saturday evening I'm in a brainwaves show. (Improvisational comedy.) The show is a blast and it totally makes up for the disaster of a murder mystery I was in yesterday. Plus, I laugh so hard my jaw cramps and my head starts to throb. Thank God/dess for beer.

There you have it Loves, a glimpse at my typical workweek. I'm beat, but I should go draw a picture or something.

Are you looking forward to winter? Are you going to leave me some love?

Saturday, December 09, 2006


This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is mask. "Mask" was drawn on a scrap of multi-purpose copy paper with my Gel-Roller and then colored in Photoshop. This drawing is a copy of a picture I took of Gorky, yelling at me for taking a picture of her while she was wearing a beauty mask.

Why do they call it a beauty mask anyway? Shouldn't it be called a hideous mask that will make anyone look more beautiful when they take it off?

And don't ask to see the original picture. It won't happen, I value my genitals too much. I’m already in for a good thrashing when Gorky finally reads this post, so just be happy with me showing you my interpretation of a picture you will never see.

Or just be happy knowing I will suffer a beating for it.

Much like the beating I first suffered when I took the picture.

Do you ever suffer for your art? Do you want to leave me some love?