workforce boredom vol 18 (graphite failure)

whoo.... what a long weekend... there's cool normal stuff on the way soon. like the finally finished aoc design and two cool looking flyers, but for now... i think i'm going to take another hiatus from pretty colors and work mostly with grays and subtle darks. why? you can guess why... and if you can't guess why, lets just say lady troubles. whatever though...

this is workforce boredom number 18... me and my coworkers were getting trashed and since i have nothing in common with any of them, i kind of just pushed myself into the corner and started drawing. oh booze, at least you'll always be there for me... hahahahahah...

"we smoked cigarette after cigarette, and after a while i started burning them into my art"

but whatever, here it is inverted...

anyways... i'm going to try  and post the funn stuff soon... but for right now, yeah i'm going back into a gray darky hopelessy kind of thing... so yeah... yeah... all that stuff, with the feelings and the emotion and whatever... yeah that stuff... 

workforce boredom vol 14

i don't know if i've mentioned it, but it's been a shitty last couple of weeks. on my way to or from carlsbad new mexico, i got really drunk and high and this poem/drawing came together... we were talking about  feelings, and the universe, and dimensions, and relationships, and about a hundred other gay things. i mentioned to my coworker "i don't smoke weed that often, because i need to entertain myslef while i do" and he said "smoke and draw skippy-dippy, smoke and draw" so here is the following result...

// cannibus clouds drip heavy, i'm tall, i stand high above them. the air is thin and i'm dizzy up here. my mind is weak, my legs tremble, and i'm scared to fall from up here. down there on earth i can hear top 40 hits and my brain enjoys the music for the wrong reasons. my twist my jaw and my neck evaporates. my head floats higher off into the clouds and stays there for a long time. gone, i sit sad and alone in the soft cotton nowhere. my eyes stretch and look down to the cityscape far below and i can see my body reaching up for me. but i'm too scared to jump down. so i'll probably stay up here alone for a while chilling, but i want you to know... i miss you down there... //                                                          ~by skippy

funny, too funny....