Souled Out


I work now.  I work a lot.  Roughly 70 hours a week if you’re curious.  I’m working so much now that I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to maintain this site and continue drawing cartoon.  My job has honestly been the only thing I’ve been able to focus on lately and it feels like it’s been stealing my soul.  In my limited amount of free time, and while I am completely exhausted, I have I still found myself creating art and drawing rather than relaxing.  Turns out, I love art that much.  I guess I haven’t lost my soul… just my free time.

Buy Me!


This week has been crazy. I had my birthday on Monday, started a new job as a visual effects artist, and now my cartoons have been turned into greeting cards.  That’s right, Open Me is now featuring my sad cartoons on their greeting cards.  In case you’ve never heard of it, Open Me is a website that allows you to purchase greeting cards, sign, and send them without leaving you house (Wall-e is coming true). Finally no more terrible Garfield cards and having to buy an entire book of forever stamps when you only need one. So wether you need to get a card for someone’s birthday, to wish them a “Merry Christmas”, or to wish them well in a recovery, Open Me (and my sad cartoons) have you covered.

Home Alone


I recently moved into a new apartment, which means for the first time in two years I am living by myself.  The pluses to living by yourself are pretty obvious: complete control over what goes on in the apartment, freedom to be naked, and never having to wonder if your roommate is cool with your friends coming over.  Additionally we all know there is no greater feeling than getting home and discovering your flatmate is out.  There are some plus sides to living with others.  Most of my friends are homebodies which becomes problematic for when you want friends to come over.  But when you live with someone that no longer becomes an issue.  Also whenever I live alone I have irrational fears of choking to death.  Perhaps I just don’t like being alone.  I guess this is why people get cats.  Perhaps I should’ve found a place that allows pets or get friends who are willing to drive.

With Great Art, Comes Great Responsibility


Banksy spent the last month in New York; and during that time his artwork was stolen, destroyed, and even sold on the street for $60.  In one neighborhood, shady locals covered his work and charged admission to people who wanted to take a gander at the fresh artwork.  Banksy feels like a modern day superhero: his identity is unknown to everyone, he leaves his marking in places his visited, People are trying to capture photos of him in action, he breaks the law for “good”, and even scales buildings at night (I think he uses a ladder). He has even had rivals, King Robbo, another street artist, feuded with him for years in a “graffiti war” in which the two exchanged licks in the form of covering up each others works.

If we are to think of Banksy as a superhero, the question is: what would happen if his identity was revealed? Would people from Team Robbo hunt him down? Would he be wanted for the crimes he’s committed? Or would people stop caring about him?

Shepard Fairey, another artist known for his iconic OBEY image parodied above,  has his identity widely known and his career has flourished in recent years (other than being arrested in 2009).  He makes images for clothing and designed art for an Led Zeppelin album.  In fact, I’d argue that his famous “Obama Hope” image is more well known than any of Banksy’s images. Yet, for some reason people seem to care about Banksy more. The populous simply loves the mysterious character more (just like in all those teen romance novels).  He’s not just another artist, he’s a mystery. People have claimed they know the identity of the enigmatic artist, but honestly I, as well as many others, probably don’t want to know who he is, at least not yet. I think much of Banksy’s draw is that he is so unknown, and perhaps it should stay that way or else his appeal might become as temporary as his physical art is.

Ending Bad


Breaking Bad ends this Sunday, and I, along with plenty of “Baddicts”, plan to watch it live as it airs.  If TV history has taught me anything (and trust me it has) I don’t expect many people to be satisfied with the ending.  Don’t get me wrong, I believe the ending of the show should be great, but anytime a big drama series ends, there tends to be some sort of disappointment from most of its viewers.  People often get over invested in there television programs and go to great lengths to either protect the show or at least their feelings of it.  Maybe people aren’t actually mad about the endings, but they are actually just mad that their show is over and thus they can never feel truly happy with the shows ending.  Maybe if we acknowledge this fact, perhaps it will free us all from our hatred for show finales.  Let us remember that there will always be more shows for us and that we should embrace our shows’ finales.  After all there is a Saul Goodman spin-off prequel in the works.  But most importantly maybe we can revaluate the ending to Lost and realize how much we actually liked it.

Then again, maybe I’m wrong.