pain-ting.

i just don't get it.
y'know?
i can't say i like painting more than drawing,
in fact,
i won't say that.
c'mon.
just because illustration is the pejoratively descriptive term
for clearly non-fine, cute, diminutive, or otherwise lessened pretend artists,
...well,
after graphic designers, anyway-
those duders are, in point of fact, the pretendiest ones in the studio...
but,
just because illustration means you're probably using markers and sh!t,
it's still pretty expert, to me.
why?
because you've made a picture of something.
and i like to see that stuff,
way more than the abstract expressions of global conflicts and social ills,
or whatever the F* else those real paintings are supposed to be of.
oh, yeah, and also,
i haaaaaate landscapes.
no, for really real.
i cannot hang out with panoramic rolling fields.
not even a little bit.
i mean,
neighbors,
what the actual effing heck is that all about??
a painting of just background?
that's my least favorite thing ever when there is a lot of FOREground.
oh, man, trees on trees on mountains on hills on clouds,
and NO bobotrons?
that is so dumb.
hahahahha.
stop it.
i'm just messing around.
but,
i don't know about real painting.
i'm still sneaking in some slaps and dribbles whenever i have a second-
i just can't say it's doing what i imagine it should be, though.
i've got my seltzer can canvas, (i also enjoyed the seltzer),
and i've got my truly lacking tools,
and i'm cavemanning my best shot at real-ish painting.
even so,
that's really just another way of saying i didn't draw a picture with markers first.
awwwwwww.
check the art-type teleport:

a hyena ghost!
with flowers, a la dramatic anime interludes,
and some unattached floating rope,
and an oily djinni lamp. (bro, that's the D&D spelling)
i think i've been facetiously faking far too much interest in disney paraphernalia.
for serious.
i can't stand that sort of saccharine stoopidhead stuff,
but, i secretly sort of think jaffar was the big business,
and i may have accidentally allowed that to leak out onto the cardstock.
talk about something enough, and you cultivate it into creation.
(it's the same reason i rabbit, rabbit, guys. i'm perfunctorily superstitious)
at any rate,
that nose is pure crap, or a least,
it's a whole lot longer in the nostril than any animal i've ever heard of.
dang.
i hate pointing out the one flaw that might've escaped notice,
but,
real life documentarianism relies heavily on truth-telling,
and once that starts,
forget about it- it's infectious, contagious, and all-consuming.
mmhmm.
-
oh,
i s'pose i should admit that i did add some background
to the space zombie-vampitron from a week ago:

SIKE!
a little biker sparkle space light,
that's all.
duders,
i limit my spatial relationships to circles and stars and squares.
i'm not an artist, i guess.
i just draw a lot.
there's more coming.
valentine art is mandatory in my world.
you make a picture, or you're a jerk.
rules is rules.
it's all really happening,
squeezing in some time to squeeze out some marky marks,
and an optimistic application in the depths of a discouraging development of skill.
i'll get better,
or i'll have a ton of bad stuff.
lessening the quantity or quitting because of a lack of quality
are choices for lesser men, and non-men.
quitters are the worst of the worst, kids.
if it sucks, but you care about it, try harder.
that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....