Archive for the ‘Drawings’ Category

Finished editing and fixing all of the html and other codes errors off my poetry e-book ‘Death and Funeral of the Invisible Man: Book of Poetry Vol. 1’. Now only to wait for the time to release it.
MASBOPv5Cover(ebook)
This is the cover of it so far. Changes might apply.

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amandawhite
This is a picture I did a few years ago inspired on a character for a novel I’m writing.
Her name is Amanda White.
In the novel she’s a singer-song writer and this is one of her songs.

Broken Engine

He said his machine needed an engine
He said he was the wheel and the fuel
But then he became the fire that burned
He ended engulfing the whole thing down.

And this night feels the coldest
The coldest that has been for awhile
And you think you were the coolest
In that year your trend was the style.

But your hands, as warm
As they might have been
They tear my skin off
Faster than they could get me out of these clothes.

And your kisses, as sweet
As they might have tasted
They were so violent
That they were imprinted like bruises on my heart.

He convinced me of the items he had in-stored
I felt like a little girl on Christmas’ day
But then some of the lovely gifts he had given me
Turned to mean toy soldiers oppressing the dolls.

And this season feels the hottest
The hottest that has been in years
And you think you are even hotter
Still to this day you won’t shed a tear.

But your hands, as warm
As they might have been
They tear my skin off
Faster than they could get me out of these clothes.

And your kisses, as sweet
As they might have tasted
They were so violent
That they were imprinted like bruises on my heart.

I’m not one of those objects
That you can buy, sell or exchange
I’m not one of those things
That you can custom-make or repair
The wheel in your head unscrewed
When your dream of machinery went astray
I’m not the engine that you told me I was
I’m just the button that you press and press and press until you break it.

All of this time…
You were the gasoline
Pouring out from your mouth
And for a while…
And you were the fire
Blazing out from your body…
And when you imploded
You blamed me for it.

But your hands, as warm
As they might have been
They tear my skin off
Faster than they could get me out of these clothes.

And your kisses, as sweet
As they might have tasted
They were so violent
That they were imprinted like bruises on my heart.

I haven’t been working that much on posting cause I’ve been busy doing other things; like painting, composing music, recording and producing. What have I been drawing? Mostly manga style. What have I been producing? Christine Blackwell’s new single.

Here’s for your visual and audio delight… Lol!

First my drawings:

Rick Michir

Ryoda

Girl Samurai

Second, my recording, and producing (singing by: Christine Blackwell)

Triumvirate Revamped

Triumvirate Revamped

Animus Volens Augeo

Animus Volens Augeo (The Painting)

I titled this picture “ACE”. I’ve got inspired as I was listening to Eminem’s Recovery.


Process of Drawing. First drawn by hand, then photographed, then repainted in paint, then completed in Photoshop.


The whole process took me less than three hours.

The finished product in Photoshop. The character is from an old manga I was working on that never got published. Maybe some day.


A drawing I did a few months ago.


I did this drawing out of boredom and a little bit of anger. It kept me distracted for a while.

Gongolon

Posted: June 1, 2013 in Drawings
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Gongolon

A painting I did using help of Photoshop. I drew this 8 years ago or so…