Looking back

Several days ago, a friend e-mailed me about some of drawings I created a number of years ago during and around my weekend visits to Chicago. I haven't taken time to look back over all of these drawings and reflect their significance in my development as an artist, storyteller, and overall individual.

These drawings as a whole are at their center a map of a time of my life and the things I observed and struggled to comprehend. They are a story in and of them self.

God Is Sleeping 1- 5

As promised, here are the first 5 pages from part 2 of God is Sleeping, written and illustrated by myself and a team of arctic gnomes that blackmailed me into assassinating the queen of the trolls...

Page 1

Page 2

Page 3

Page 4


Page 5

Stupid cartoons...

Messiah Complex
7 x 10 Pen and Brush and Ink


"I wish that I could change the world and save everyone from their own nature...I wish, I wish, wish..."

Little Girl

Faith or Death, or little girl, big gun - Brush, Pen and Ink 9 x 11

Sunday Morning at 7:00 am I found myself sitting in a relatively vacant terminal at Tampa International Airport waiting for my 10:30 flight to depart. I spent the next 3 hours drawing various things in my journal - That I'll post later - but the most random thing was this drawing that is part homage to artist Ashlee Woods and part exploration of children that believe but don't understand their own religion. That part stemmed from 2 things: 1. the residence Aimee and I stayed at in St Pete earlier last week and 2. the film Jesus Camp.

In other news, I've decided that I will post a new piece/journal entry after I receive 5 comments from 5 different people. So there it is friends, the ball is in your court. I've been busy creating and will post much more as you comment...


Matt

A Doodle

Money People

An April Fool

"Once upon a time there was a little boy - a bastard of heaven and earth - who lived on the moon of childish imagination. His body was ageless, an eternal physical presence throughout the realm of humankind's imagination. The boy knew nothing of pain or sexual delusions, war, loss...he was an innocent...
until the day he saw an idea fall from the mind of an artist to its death. It was on that day that the waterfall of tears began to flow in the land of imagination and continue to flow to this day."

- Journal entry - reflecting on giving up.

Tattoo and such

Commissioned Piece for Aubrey Daam, 9 x 11 - Pen an Ink and Brush
"Where then is my hope..."

Tattoo Design - "Jason"