93. Cartwheel
My boyfriend showing off.

93. Cartwheel

My boyfriend showing off.

92. Corona and Whisky
My boyfriend and I dancing.

92. Corona and Whisky

My boyfriend and I dancing.

91. Meridian
An unfinished mobile gaming project started by myself, Andres Setti (programmer), and Kyle Sewnarain, the illustrator of the top two pieces. All artwork was the product of our collaborative critiques and problem solving. Do yourself a favor and follow Kyle’s work, it’s moody, epic, and amazing.

91. Meridian

An unfinished mobile gaming project started by myself, Andres Setti (programmer), and Kyle Sewnarain, the illustrator of the top two pieces. All artwork was the product of our collaborative critiques and problem solving. Do yourself a favor and follow Kyle’s work, it’s moody, epic, and amazing.

90. Arcanine

I don’t often do fan art, but this one was a gift for a particularly amazing woman and artist. Decided to include some of my process.

89. Stock photo mash-ups

Today’s work was pretty hectic, but at the end of the day I was able to execute a personal project. My mid-20s love for hipster geometry, space, earth/sky diptychs, and minimalism is painfully, shamefully recognized by many. I mocked them up with some google image ikea frames and wall texture. Add a couple of drop shadows and a few subtle gradients, and you have a convincing surface. Once I print them, maybe I’ll shoot for some square frames though, not sure yet. They’ll hang above my bonded leather euro-lounger, ya know, whenever I get my own place in the next 15 years.

88. Flux Sword

88. Flux Sword

87. Magic shop

87. Magic shop

86. These are a few of my favorite shapes

86. These are a few of my favorite shapes

85. Dash

85. Dash

84. Crow Sketch

84. Crow Sketch

83. Choke Point

83. Choke Point

82. Psion City

Look ma, my first pixel art!

82. Psion City

Look ma, my first pixel art!

81. Jahuara

The Akran Monks devote their lives to translating ancient texts in order to preserve the world’s collective knowledge. Among such scrolls I found an old journal that belonged to a hunter, who was in pursuit of a magnificent beast, the Jahuara. The entry described it as being extremely elusive due to it’s speed and cunning. The creature would often hunt larger game, tear out it’s heart and swallow it whole. Supposedly it would go through hearts like an Emara Lord went through slaves. The Jahuara was also said to have very acute hearing, as well as multiple limbs, but there is hardly any evidence to back this up. The area around a Jahuara sighting would also be slightly scorched, probably due to a release of pressure built up from running so intensely for so long. The Jahuara eventually disappeared from these lands for unknown reasons.

81. Jahuara

The Akran Monks devote their lives to translating ancient texts in order to preserve the world’s collective knowledge. Among such scrolls I found an old journal that belonged to a hunter, who was in pursuit of a magnificent beast, the Jahuara. The entry described it as being extremely elusive due to it’s speed and cunning. The creature would often hunt larger game, tear out it’s heart and swallow it whole. Supposedly it would go through hearts like an Emara Lord went through slaves. The Jahuara was also said to have very acute hearing, as well as multiple limbs, but there is hardly any evidence to back this up. The area around a Jahuara sighting would also be slightly scorched, probably due to a release of pressure built up from running so intensely for so long. The Jahuara eventually disappeared from these lands for unknown reasons.

Okay, let’s pause for a second.

For the better part of the past year, I have not been living. I spent hours drawing and painting, working on creating a better future myself without any consideration to my present. And when I finally landed a job, in order to escape the emotional toll of breaking up, I committed myself ten fold to my career, without realizing that the aching was unavoidable all along.

As it is now, my life is so different than anything I’ve become accustomed to, that I feel estranged in my own body. Where did my optimism, my confidence, and my day-to-day experiential ownership go? What did I rot into without my network of close friends and sense of contributing to society? For so long, I’ve felt hallowed out and filled with confusion, stumbling, infantile, lacking in presence. And I realize that because I ignored these lurking emotions, I never bothered to ask for help. I never truly admitted to the profound depression that I’ve been harboring. I never spoke much of my fear and loneliness. In the past few years I’ve cried exactly four times. The first was when I felt like I had truly failed a student, the second was when I discovered that my friend had died of cancer, the third was when someone I loved betrayed me, and the fourth with my grandmother, at my grandfather’s funeral. These spikes of emotions should not take more precedence than the common and frequent sadness in-between. I understand now that things must change.

I’ve been reading Sum by Dave Eagleman, a collection of 40 interpretations of the afterlife. Upon nearly completing the book, I know that it’s not so much that I don’t believe in an afterlife, it’s that I don’t care at all about it. I’ll deal with it when I get there. This is my life and my goal is to live it, to cherish and appreciate it, and to be better at living everyday.

The act of living isn’t something that we automatically learn and for me, it comes at a point of recognition that I have to continuously commit myself to remembering. I have to remind myself to live: to set goals and appreciate the working towards them, to make events if I feel like there are none, to understand that work cannot be my only love, to create my own positivity through constructive action when I feel as if I’m growing bitter, and to embrace everything which could be called new. This is not my plan. This is my action.

80. Girl sketch done at the end of work

80. Girl sketch done at the end of work