This sketchbook doodle is from sometime in year two of making Metal Arms: Glitch In The System. It takes time (overtime) to make a good PlayStation/Xbox game. Development happens in phases. This doodle happened sometime in the “Fucking Hell, This Grind Never Ends” phase; late 2002.
Tarantulas have a terrible reputation but are actually quite docile. They’re also very fragile so if you have to handle one be very careful not to drop it. Also watch your eyes; they can shoot those little hairs like projectiles :/
I was a mild arachnophobe until I moved to the desert and started drawing tarantulas. These days I get hella excited whenever I encounter large spiders.
It’s true. Our house is in the middle of a prairie dog town. Rabbits nest in the cactus patches. We’re surrounded by varmints 🙂
I ‘have a thing’ for scrappy mutt dogs. I currently reside with one stray dog, one shelter dog and one rez dog. None of them look like this picture. I was looking at a photo of a yawning African wild dog while making this.
This is a hand cut stencil painting made in 2010. The red and yellow base coats are spray painted on a piece of sheet metal. I did some hand painting over top and used sandpaper to blend a few areas and scuff the edges. The X pattern in the background is hand etched in the metal surface.
That title is a Woodrow Wilson Quote. Ironically, he’s the same dude who presided over the Sedition Act of 1918, the Palmer Raids and the First Red Scare of 1919–1920. Humans are complicated, I guess.
…to protect the guilty.
I grew up before the internet. If you’re old enough to say that then I’ll bet you occasionally Google old friends names to see what’s up with lost connections.
That’s precisely what I was doing back in 2005 when I found the Department Of Corrections website and inmate locator feature.
Most of the folks I used to run with are dead or in prison so I decided to enter some names in the search box.
There are more than 2.2 million people incarcerated in US prisons right now. Some of them are my oldest friends.
The honkies in this little painting are three of my earliest stoner buddies. The youngest bro on the right I met in 1975 when we were both 11 years old. The oldest is on the left. He sold me my first ounce of weed in 1976. It was ‘Columbian Gold’ and cost $35.
These dudes are bad-ass but they’re not bad people. They were poor and had more challenges than opportunities. Now they’re casualties of the stupid fucking drug war and their lives have been wasted.
Left and middle brothers have been serving 25 years to life (since the mid 1980’s) as habitual felons because the drug game was all they ever knew.
I used the inmate mugshots from the DOC website to make this painting.
More sketches from the Star Trek game (Star Trek: The Next Generation: Klingon Honor Guard) I worked on in the mid 90’s. Captain Picard with a peeping klingon: