It is hard for me to look at the next two months and not be intimidated. It’s as if I’ve been floating above it all, watching myself scurry around, picking up puzzle pieces and frantically find the place for each before arriving at the next.

I’ll find the Calm soon enough, but right now it’s hidden in fleeting moments, flanked on all sides by excitement, nervousness, and anticipation.

Before thinking too much about the above image, allow me to explain both it’s backstory and the reason why I am the greatest person alive.

First, the backstory. I was at Sara’s apartment waiting for a Craigslist stranger to come by and buy her computer. Because apparently it’s a requirement that in order to buy something on Craigslist you have to be either a) foreign or b) insane (lest we forget the obvious c- all of the above), I was on boyfriend duty. That’s where you are there acting much more manly and generally un-murderable. Specifically, we were selling Sara’s computer, which I had recently set up with a clean, untouched version of Windows. This leads me into the second point from the prior paragraphy: Why I am the greatest person alive (repeated for emphasis).

I am the greatest person alive (again, emphasis) because I drew the above in Microsoft Paint. For context, that’s like driving a car with your feet. As to the reason for the penis? Really I drew it because I realized at some point during the drawing that, wow, this man is naked. And what do all naked men have? A penis. The only reason I kept it, however, was really to spite Sara.

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Sara and my mom at the National Portrait Gallery. It’s not strong from a compositional standpoint, but I like the lone moment that it grabs; each of them distracted by the surrounding artwork, tucked away in unseen corners.

After getting some new brushes for light and watercolors installed, I played with the new tablet a bit more. I really need to use that thing more.

Chinatown in DC is often swarming with tourists, fancy cars, and teenagers going overboard showcasing the latest fashion trends. Lights blaring, cars honking, and advertisements plastered between name brand stores create a rather stark sensory overkill.

The stores all have their name equivalent in Chinese characters; along with the intricate arch, these serve as the only reminder that you are in fact in the area formerly occupied by Chinatown. it’s only when you go a couple blocks east that you find the wonderful hole-in-the-wall restaurants that are so sought out for in urban Chinatowns.

I’ve been uber busy lately, with big life changes on the way, hence the lightness of posting.

This is another picture taken on that fine Summer evening a couple weeks ago at the World War II Memorial. Actually, it’s several pictures, stitched together through magic. Dark magic.

Okay, Photoshop. I used Photoshop.

I spent some time this weekend playing with my new(ish) Cintiq tablet. I had the idea when making dinner that it would be fun to re-imagine famous movies in a simplistic style, similar to that found in many book covers. “Kong” is the first of at least a couple more to come.

There are times when I forget how magical D.C. can be.

I get a lot of my photo titles by searching my iTunes for a key theme or object found within the picture. Oftentimes a song name comes up that fits the image perfectly.

I can’t remember what I searched for to arrive at this title, but the song is the same name as that sung by Mr. Frank Sinatra.

It fits rather perfectly.