Here’s some abstraction. (Click → bigger)

Have you heard of this new software?! It is called Photo Shop. You can use it to manipulate images!

(textures via freaky665 and princess-of-shadows)

loosely related to a couple of poems from the Oulipo Compendium

Despite (or maybe because of) not knowing much about the medium, I’m in a group independent study on creating graphic novels. Here is an exercise in panel transitions that I whipped out before last week’s class. I made each panel up as I went along, so it is surprising that this ended up as structured as it is. It is a little silly.

I’ve moved this blog to onelittlefish.tumblr.com because onelittlefish is my internet alias for everything and the inconsistency bothered me. I hope it doesn’t inconvenience the three people who follow this overmuch.

Tower Hall at San Jose State University. There’s a section (presumably the Hall) that sticks out to the right of the tower. I did not draw it. Spent a quiet afternoon doodling and bumming around the library. They were having a book sale, mostly stuff I wasn’t interested in. There was a book on dealing with Y2K.

A house in California. I think I would freak out if some random person posted an awkward drawing of my house online. But also, I worry too much.

I drew this with a Pilot G2 pen. I generally like runny-ink pens and the G2 is supposed to be a good pen, but I do not understand why. The ink doesn’t flow smoothly and I have a harder time achieving any sort of subtlety. I used to have some non-retractable pens (the Pilot precise, probably V5) that I bought from Walmart or wherever, and they were pretty good. I guess if I want to be real artsy-farsty I could invest in Microns or something, but I don’t generally worry about “unparalleled archival quality” and the like.

Cincinnatus, after passing many other doors, stumbled, hopped, and found himself in a small courtyard, filled with various parts of the dismantled moon. This night the password was silence, and the soldier at the gate responded with silence to Cincinnatus’ silence and let him pass; likewise at all the other gates.

— Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading