In this time of recession.
Greetings Komets! Shinning stars! So much has been going on in our worlds. I know that K has been stalking the great gods of awesome in Japan, Sadie Cakes has been fighting the powers that be with Crunchy Paul in ole NYC. And I’ve been, well being a madman in Western Carolina. Amidst my raves and quarrels and jealous pouting I have been somewhat productive.
I landed another comic gig for a fellow small press doing interior art for a ‘southern horror’ mini-series. I cant wait to see where that goes. I’ve been experimenting with color application as well I have been working on a Top Secret solo comic, featuring as assumed, some people I’ve been living with. Its going to be a what Starburst are to movie theatres. But have no fear I have been rearing to go on the upcoming ‘Komet, Space Adventure.’ And yes I’m still setting on finished pages for BOTI pt.IV. Soon!
Later this week I plan on having committed the time to scan/upload the BOTI pt.1 and some other vignettes from the now classic Matador Sequential Presents Issue One. And following the week after BOTI pt.II (my favorite!) as well I will be picking back up my old stand by ‘Girl & Dog Romance’ with a special Guest artist. I hope to upload this in the manor of with my ‘Stunning Spider-Girl’ was viewed.
So! Last night I went through my stacks of various works and uploaded some of my favorite of those into my galleries sections here in the site. 
Please take a look at that. And low if it isn’t the seed that sprouted I came across the original drawing of ‘The Matador’, it was a cover concept sketch that sparked (Kris’s) idea for the first ‘Matador’ story that was featured in MSP#1. Of course when I drew the story I opted for another cover illustration since this original concept no longer fit the script. However I love this concept and I decided to give it full justice last night, thus enjoy!
I believe this will be a milestone as I think I have come up with yet another logo design. In other news I am doing some conceptual work for a series of large pieces that I intend to FINALLY have shown for material gain at a local coffee shop or salon. Some of the concepts I’m working with are among the new color gallery images. I’m not saying which ones they are yet. So many things running circles in my mind these days. That’s all for now I hope you all continue to race fevered threw the cosmos, spiralling life and creation over ever celestial body you pass!
Damned if I don’t.
Sketch idea for new Bastards story - Amanda holding razor to Ed's throat- by Joseph Tenney
‘Clouds of soundless dust swirl. A star burns brightly in the distance…having been dead for a thousand years. Its here that life is slowly cooked and then extinguished. It reopens, like a flower or as an embryo might and grows, contracts, people kiss, stars become dying giants and then back to the infinitesimally dense grapefruit center.’
This thought cooks visions of future endeavors and comet related space ballads for tomorrow’s interests in barely science fiction, dynamite, and fast stories about pretty cool sunglasses. Recently we, as (wannabe) artists and frequenters of creativity, theoretically and later literally, have reached a bit of a big ugly fork in the road, not that we must decide which path to take, because it will determine anything very dramatic or serious but a fork, regardless of past phrases. What defines something as cool or worth giving a shit about? Is it the reaction it stirs in like minded evaluators, or does it lie somewhere in the intentions of the inspirations and influences surrounding it? It seems that we have been thrown back to the inception of our love for all the pretty things that should inspire in us that unmanageable warmth we swore like heroes to guard years ago along the rainy banks of back building creeks . What kind of process is left when inactivity becomes a serious issue? It must be a kind of forever struggle- as if some gray, untextured paper gel had been set between my brain and eyeballs, severing that ability to put beauty and cool into context, because after all, cool is a useless thing, if not another word for beauty, or at the very least some of its finer characteristics, and if the words of men like Keats hold any water, then that’s all there ever was. I’m sure there was more, but who cares to paint pictures about it? Let’s not to pretend to be rational at the very bottom of our guts. Efficiency is one thing to talk about, scribbling little notes about “to do” and “REMEMBER!” to ourselves so that we can figure it all out in the morning when we sober up and all the regrets take the shapes of wounded looks, etc…Of course this is off track. That’s the point. That’s what I meant to tell you. Its a hell of a thing to stay moving forward, on the same linear road you started for- not to reach an end point, just an exploration. Let’s explore something unreachable before the dying of that tenacious light. What else is there? What would be the purpose of all those meaningless piles of nighttime hours if not to fight with tooth and nail for a chance to see this piping hot sweet potato pie past the sun, solar storms and then settling in the nearby edges of proxima centauri?
Respectfully, K