Bad Art I Am Compelled To Share

Thursday, June 18, 2015


This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is vacation. "Vacation" was drawn on a piece of scrap paper using pencils and ink.

I've been on a sabbatical or two in my life. That however, is stories for another time. Do you ever take a vacation from your mind? Do you ever want to leave me some love?

Thursday, June 11, 2015


This is my picture for Illustration Friday the theme is airborne. "Airborne" was drawn on watercolor paper using pencils and ink.

I have been missing from this blog for a while. That however, is a story for another time. Do you ever go missing for a while? Do you want to leave me some love?

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Tango and Angus: Plus Super-Bro

This is a picture of Tango and Angus, my brother's dogs. My wonderful brother has been finding some work for me around his house. Little repairs and such.

Well, the work was running out and I still haven't found a job. So, Super-Bro said, "You know, I like your art. I want to commission you to paint pictures of my dogs."

And I did.

Here's Tango

Here's Angus

And I want to say, Thanks Bro.

Do you have cool siblings? Do you want to leave me some love?

Monday, May 10, 2010

Bibles, Booze and Cigarettes or Yin-Yang 1

Ta... Da! I'm not even sure what to say about this one. Make of it what you will.

Are you at a loss for words? Are you going to leave me some love?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Dr. Obama

Here's a quick little political sketch for you loves. Hope it make you laugh.

Do you like to laugh? Do you like to leave me love?

Friday, March 26, 2010

1 minute self portrait in pencil

Kind of a busy week for me. Study, look for work, study, look for work.

Wanted to make some art but, had so little time.

What do you do?

You do a 1 minute self portrait!

Looks just like me.

BWHAhahahahahahahaha. . . eh.

Have you ever made a 1 minute self portrait? Have you ever left me some love?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Working on "Blue"

A small test version of "Blue". I think it turned out pretty good.

Now, I'm working on the large version. Squee!

Have you worked on anything large lately? Have you left any love lately?

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Good Dogma

Finished a small version of "Good Dogma".

Starting to feel a little better too. Getting back into the flow.

Hope you are doing better and better too Loves.

Are you in the flow? Are you going to leave me some love?

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Working on "Good Dogma"

Hello Loves,

I'm working on some new bad art.

I don't have much to say right now.

It's been a rough year, but thing are slowly getting better.

Are things going OK for you? Are you going to leave me some love?

Sunday, August 16, 2009

My Pitcher

I'm closing in on 45. I live in the back room of my mother's house. I struggle week to week just to make ends meet. I'm undereducated and over mouthy. It would be hard to say my life is right on track.

However, there was a time, not too long ago, when things were much worse. A time when I was living out of my car. A time when I had been living on the fringes of society for so long I wasn't sure how to get back or if I even wanted to find my way back. I'm not sure how, but I managed to find a little job, in a little town and a little apartment to go with it.

With almost no possessions the vast emptiness of the apartment confused me. 1 fork, 1 knife, 1 spoon, 2 bowls, 2 mugs, 2 towels, 2 washcloths, a toothbrush, a sleeping bag, 2 blankets, 3 pillows. The sum of my kingdom. No matter how I arranged things the emptiness remained.

After cashing my second paycheck I decided I'd better at least get some things for the kitchen. I wandered the aisles at Rite-Aid not knowing what to buy. I'd done without for so long it seemed like I had everything I needed. Finally, I settled on a pitcher to make juice and a wooden spoon.

It was another two weeks before I actually used the things, but I enjoyed just looking at the pitcher. I liked the roundness of it, the simplistic design, the sturdiness of it. Sometimes I would just stare at it.

I've never admitted this to anyone, but sometimes, when things got really bad, I would sit and hold my pitcher. The feel of it grounded me, made me feel more human. It helped bring me back from the edge.

I still have the pitcher. I haven't sat with it in years, but lately, I've been tempted.

I don't think this story is part of My Bad Art show. It's just something that's been on my mind. I would love to know what you think.

Are you going to let me know what you think? Are you going to leave me some love?