Out Of Step Roll to the Samba

Ugh 3 posts this week in queue.  I am falling behind in July.  I blame the economy.


Published on Jul 18, 2012 by lara6683

I am presently enamored with Out of Step Arts, on the fence about sitting down to watch the Wilco documentary, becoming frustrated at my lazy attempt to recall a rock song I heard in 2001(?) with quasi-racist, orientalist lyrics, and needing to finish two Hellboy GN's before they are due this afternoon.

This week the tragedy at Aurora, CO marred the box office debut of Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight Rises.  I'd like to go see it, but I'm pretty budget poor.  One day my budget will be unlimited and I will pay for other people to go see movies.  I will be a very nice rich dude with lots of love to give.  I will probably help put up orphanages and build hospitals and other important infrastructure things to benefit underdeveloped communities.  Basically being rich will help me be a good person and finally be of use to society.

Early this week I had scanner problems, which haven't really been solved.  I just found a workaround.  I haven't really been drawing that much really.  I've doodled a few things at work, a few things at home.  My sketchbooks are really lonely, and I don't have any of my projects in current development.  I just keep getting more ideas of things I want to do, but I'm having trouble staying psyched about them.

Marian Churchland is a bad mama jamma.  So is James Stokoe.  Artem Krepkij caught a bit of attention this past week for this elegant body of work.  I just found out about the Total Recall remake.  I hope it doesn't turn into a forgettable experience.  Check this out Rrrrrroll!  Bryan O' Malley brought up The Tribe while talking about Envy Adams' hair.  So now, of course, I have to add The Tribe to an overwhelming cue of things I must see before I leave this mortal plane.



Uploaded by SavingtheGeneration2 on Dec 6, 2011


 Here is a Tom Strong fan art. Here is also a character I created called Turbo Ninja. He is a nemesis for Dr. McNinja.

The Lamentation

Uploaded by warnermusicjapan on Feb 16, 2011

Well I didn't go blow the bank at the Black Friday sales this year. Not that anybody would expect me to. I did splurge on a $10 pair of earbuds ($5 as soon as my discount comes back to me as a refund) and 2 sticks of memory for $30. That's about as materialistic as I got this week. I was so down on myself, and in general, anxiety-stricken about going outside I camped out at home all weekend. It made for a neurotic weekend. I've been Roman Muradov's tweets. I guess he and I are on the same wavelength.

I watched Conan (2011), The Big Lebowski, Willard (2003), The True Story of Troy and an episode of Pete and Pete this past week. I read a few pages of Ross Campbell's Shadow Eyes, and listened to most of Episode 6 of Boy Howdy. I went and got Son of Rambow after looking into Hugo, and also recently acquired the works of Milo Manara, The Savage Sword of Conan, and G.I. Joe the Rise of Cobra.

I learned about a bunch of cool BBC2 tv shows from this Dean Trippe poster. Now I want to watch Luther, Sherlock, and Being Human, as well as catching up on Doctor Who and The Misfits.


Uploaded by lara6683 on Nov 28, 2011

What Not is a good blog to start following. Ghibli Feast is a delicous flickr to start following. Artist Spaces: Where They Draw is an exciting tumblr to start following. Here is good arts also by Coleman Engle.



I did these sketches while watching Conan; I just worked up the colored bit in Sai before posting this. Maybe I'll see this one through. I started doing some research based on the concept of "premature sense of accomplishment". I am trying to investigate the correlation with the premature sense of defeat, and the roles they play in motivation. I wonder sometimes why I can finish menial tasks with a strong sense of discipline, yet struggle to apply the same sense of perseverance to more important, more complex tasks. That will pretty much be on my mind this week.

Strong Silent Type

Happy Sunday! I have officially posted 144 posts! That's 12 squared! That's got to be a milestone. Today I had some barbecue and beers with friends. On Saturday I had a long walk around town and channeled Heisenberg from Breaking Bad. I had a daydream about a drug lord movie that I could shoot here in town. It was about a guy who wanted to get out simply out of boredom. While all his foot soldiers were building lives and families with all the money they were making, all he ever got out of the drug trade was intensity, suspicion, the occasional puzzle, but now he was just bored of it all. I got a sense of Dexter while dreaming it up: the tireless professional coming to terms with ennui and loneliness. I got to thinking about business things, accumulating assets, etc. It was an empowering trance for me. I only wish that I could translate all that trance-like thought into a substantial solution for my money problems.

I am drawing X-Men like crazy. I also drew the Iron Fist.



Uploaded by lara6683 on Aug 9, 2011

This weekend I also walked around Borders. You can usually find me in there looking for a bargain or something interesting, or just trying to take in the atmosphere. However, this time all I could do was walk around as though crawling through the rubble of ground zero. I can't say that Borders has any special significance for me; it neither draws immense ire, nor tearful memories of good times past. It is just a place, one of thousands of bookstores, that will cease to be in the near future, and to me that is just pitiable.

So an idea hit me over the head just now, or rather a kind of vague reminder of things I'm interested. At the back of my mind are these gorgeous Ashley Wood paintings spot lighted by David Apatoff, also this wiki entry about Nippur. I'm interested in mysticism and the uncertain--more specifically how human beings approach these unfamiliar things. I'm conjuring the ancient world where one of the old, long forgotten Gods reigned over foggy minds. I'm thinking of imagery that doesn't play to the conscientious and often commercial need to be immediately recognizable. I'm thinking of classical drama, that tugged at the threads of proper custom and precedent, unraveling the stoic traditions of yore, even as it made hairs stand on end, skin flush, and eyes water.

I've become accustomed, as of late, to stories revolving around the post-modern, the irreverent, mostly comedies. I've read countless autobio comics, and discovered the rhythm and ebb and flow of these communities of storytellers. But now, on the verge of plying myself at this craft, I am drawn back to high drama, mystery, mysticism, that wonder tinged with an uneasy fear of stumbling upon something profoundly sinister, or else intensely ungraspable. I've got to get to work.