January 25, 2014


Last time, I mentioned Birthday Sketches. Believe it or not, 2012 was the last time I did that sort of thing. Keeping the pencil moving is a good excuse, but who am I kidding? I've been itching to draw Roxana for a while now.

Our high school was like a POW camp with text books, but she always looked so peaceful. One look at her usually calmed me down. She's like the physical manifestation of a lullaby. Rumor has it, she can talk to birds like Snow White.
By the way, this is separate from the Infinity Project, though Roxana is certainly worthy, being a fellow survivor of high school.

"Why do you keep mentioning High School?"

Because it was horrible, that's why. We've been through the struggle of a poorly funded charter school system that was over-saturated with corruption and dickery.... and textbooks!

- KG

Current Jam


Eva Cabrera, illustrator, comic artist, and the only woman to comfortably contain the entire universe in her eyes. She's talented and radiates a certain level of fun that's all too rare in the comic industry. In more ways than one, she restored my faith in pursuing art as a career. She makes the journey look fun and fulfilling. That's something that means a lot to a guy with confidence issues. Anyway, if you want to give yourself a treat, check out Eva's work.

Speaking of fun...

A few years ago, Molly Crabapple did a series of sketches she called "The Sixty Six Project." Basically, she sketched up 66 portraits of the people she admired. I thought it was a fascinating idea and I want to do my own version of it---the people I admire. A while back, I was doing something similar, but not as high a volume as 66. For the most part, I did quick portraits for birthday notifications that popped up on Facebook. I'm not sure if I want to go up to 66, but we'll see how it goes.

Eva can count as portrait #1, but I should probably call it something else. For now, let's call it "The Infinity Project" since I don't really have a clue when I'll stop. At the end of 2014, I'll give it a new name.


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January 23, 2014

The Healing Process...

In case you didn't notice, artwork from yours truly has been incredibly scarce. I mean, you should have noticed or there's something wrong with you. Obviouusly, there was something wrong with me because, for the longest time, I've been in a slump. I believe this goes beyond your common "artist block." In fact, Artist Block seems cute by comparison. Last year, I didn't want to say "depression" even though a handful of the symptoms were present. I already have a laundry list of problems and I didn't want another label. Besides, the D-Word would require medication and who the fuck wants to go through that circus?

What the hell do you call it, then?

It doesn't matter. For all intents and purposes, I'm on the road to recovery. Hell, I can literally feel the monkey's grip loosening. There's more sketching and, rather than piling up inside my head, ideas are being applied to paper. The pencil is moving again, a sensation I took for granted last year. It feels pretty good. Shit, I'll admit.

In the interest of keeping the wheel turning, I'll be using this blog (in conjunction with social media sites) to produce more content---more drawings---more art. It's good old fashion momentum-building because the stagnant life is rather dull; believe me, I know. Stagnant is missing opportunities, burning bridges, and being left behind by folks that used to give a damn.

Why Blogger? There's a long story, but the gist is that my beloved Xanga turned into a shit storm. I stuck around long enough to crawl out of the wreckage. It turns out they wanted me to pay $50 to stick around. The place is a ghost town, despite migrating to Word Press. I already have a site hosted by WP and Blogger is fuckin' free. That's the most important thing here: FREE... and accessible to the public. I can go on and on about how Xanga fumbled and took a steaming shit on their faithful bloggers---essentially becoming whores, but that would require more paragraphs.

Anyway, expect some uploads very soon.