Apr 7, 2014

Quill





I've been doing commissions and character designs and fixing up storyboards for jobs while looking for more work.  That's to tide me over while work on developing my carreers(comics, movies).  Luckily I live in the right place(near a lot of the studios) and all that practice drawing hundreds of comic pages makes drawing storyboards and character design fairly easy for me.

But of course my main goal is to get my comic published and I have sent my pitch out.  Haven't gotten a rejection letter yet so we'll see what happens.  I'm been happy with it and don't really want to change anything except maybe redraw a page or two(but that would only take me a day or two).  I really feel I solidified something about my art with all the fixing and redrawing I did to make this comic.  I know "what is there" more when I draw things.

Writing

Luckily I got one of my scripts read and we're working on making a pilot or single episode.  It would be low budget but the people working on it are great and liked my pitch.  Since they had no idea who I wrote for the parts it was nice when I was having a sit down and they liked my explanation enough to figure out I was clearly one of the characters.  Because I guess that means the parts still mine.  I guess that wasn't changing but I had no idea.  So I'm doing rewrites and refining that.  It's a weird Adrianish(my friends will know what that means) sitcom with a goofy but dark way to it.  It has jokes I wrote that worked and people laughed at, but I knew they were inside jokes totally at my own expense(there is a little subplot about a girl my character made paintings of, for example, and that is just filled with jokes about the real me, but no one knew that).

I do have to finish the second script to my comic.  If it's rejected I just have to get it published somewhere else.  So no matter what I'll have to get those scripts done.  It's just so complicated and filled with stuff I have to put into every page that it is daunting to write.  But I have every scene plotted out for the whole first series.

Plugging

One of the best friends I have made down here is appearing on several shows soon.  He is one of the most driven people I ever met, and in my whole life one of the few who got me.  Plus ladies like looking at him.  Anyway, he is appearing on the Fox show Surviving Jack this week and next.  So watch it, because more ratings never hurt.  I think its a small part, but we've known each other since we both moved here and I've seen the guy do everything and I can tell you it's just the first of many roles.  Anyway, look for Chad, he's the jock guy(I think, I hope I didn't screw that up).  My whole idea for us working together is to show people exactly what this guy is capable of.  He's one of the few people I've met who I'm sometimes jealous of their acting prowess.  Where I do better the more scared or uncomfortable I get(somehow that works for me, maybe it's just that I like overcoming that),  he has a commitment I have rarely seen in any actor.  Also one of the most directable actors I have encountered.  This is just the start and I encourage everybody to pay attention, because one day it will be impossible not to.

Drawing

And for people who know a lot of comic artists, I sort of sketch things out really roughly with a gesture that I constantly redraw and refine, in that really scribble way that John Buscema called the "wandering line", which ironically is very different than the way most comic artists are taught, by Buscemas own book, How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way, the style where you draw a sort of mannequin armature and then build on that with cloths and stuff.  Burn Hogarths books do all this, and yes I own all these because they are still great for these qualities but I feel an artist should learn the wandering line method first because in the end it's what you see, the design, not the architecture, the under structure, that makes a good drawing.  

Having said all that it doesn't mean I do any of these things right myself.  I had to relearn gesture, and drawing what I see because of that training and I've seen others stuck in it, the looseness of gesture not present.  

So I draw with this wandering line which is really nothing more than a scribble of forms and gestures like a lump of clay that you play around with until it forms what you want.  When that molds into the shape I want(in these ones it's mainly people, or humanoid things)with the general feel and shape of the clothes and whatever they are holding, I scribble in all the major forms and muscles and then then shapes and forms in the clothing, like buttons, or armor, or different kinds of armor to make it exotic and not true to Earth.  That scribble only sort of hints at what the final thing will look like, but it has a bunch of shapes to turn into things like belts, pockets, vests, jewelry, masks, and whatever other shape looks cool and appropriate.

After I do that I go over the outline, something I saw in my various concept art books and when I saw J. H. Williams draw once, and it's a really great step.  It makes it more what you would see without all the logic of what's under the clothes(although the scribble gave a good idea of what is there).  Then I adjust it all to what is under the clothes.  

Then I go over it all to make it tighter and bring out details.  After that I start inking it(in comics, with a crowquil pen and brush, in sketches, storyboards and character design I uses pens, markers, and brushes for speeds sake).  I do all the thing lines first.  With crowquil pens I can vary the width a lot.  But with pens they stay very even, and I only use a few sizes, because I can adjust it later with a brush to flesh it all out.  

Then I scan it, or take a picture, and upload it.  For work I have to scan everything for absolute clarity, but I have a huge Mustek scanner.  Of course I draw huge, because I'm a dick, so while that could scan most comic pages, it still takes at least two scans for my normal comic pages.

And usually I do this while watching some tv.  When I write I listen to my iPod. 


Acting

I've been playing Eddie in Hurleyburley for my class at school.  He's basically a drunk guy who is constantly on coke and his life is falling apart.  My partner is my friend who I sent on a car ride to screw another of my friends.  But he went crazy and threw her out of her own car.  And now she's pissed, but I'm totally fucked up and selfish and unfazed by all this.  The whole scene we're both pretending to do drugs and acting crazy.  I did it today and was surprised at how not nervous I was.  I was still nervous, but after doing this at least every other class for a year and a half, I at least know how to deal with it.  And I remember how much more nervous I was.  So much more nervous.  It's that progress that really makes me feel good.  

But we only have a few more months of school and I know I'm going to bawl my eyes out at the thought of all of us not being in the same room together acting or just hanging out again after graduation.  I've made life long friends there.  Some of the best.  Regardless, it will always be the greatest when I see them on screen.

Adrian For Hire

So while I'm still looking for jobs while I work on trying to get this comic published, I am taking commissions and doing various gigs(Storyboards, Character design, writing, acting, directing, I'm editing this week, for example).  My art pay scale is $50 for a inked drawing with a few characters and and environment(9X14), $75 for a detailed drawing with environment(11X17), $150 for a painting(acrylic, acrylic ink, colored pencil, guasche, or watercolor), $300 for oil paintings.  The paintings take a little while, and the oil paintings take a longer while(oil paint takes a while to dry in general).

My art site will be update with samples(and I need to update the art page here too, I'll get to it).  The address is: www.adrianriveroart.blogspot.com

Me Out

I have more to say and that book review of the Steve Ericksons confounding but incomparably epic Malazan books.  Reviewing them is almost as hard as reading them.  Because explaining why I read them is for some reason really difficult.  There is a lot of stuff I did not like, but I still ended up somehow loving it as it went along and got more confusing yet made more sense.  And if ever there was an author who refuses to give you what you expect it is Erickson. And that's the double edged sword I can't seem to make a review into.

Anyway, I just need to get more art out there like a breath of air.  It's the art side of me performing.  Instead of the performing side of me trying to make art.  But they are a mix and something I can't seem to live without.  Which is fine with me.  


Adrian


Feb 22, 2014

Frenzy

I've been working like crazy.  A bunch of different things like writing, drawing commissions, drawing pages for my anthology someday.  And at this rate I'm pretty happy, it's a good side thing and amounts to a bunch of totally different stories done in totally different ways.

I have about eleven comic stories I want to copywrite and I figure the best way to do that is to do short stories in those universes so I get a lock on those titles and concepts to revisit in the future.  It's also like planting my flag on that idea.  I love variety and totally different moods so all the stories are different genres and styles.  It will take a while but I'm already half way through one story and started on a next and that's just while I've been doing the computer work for my pitch.

Adobe

I spent one day reacquainting myself with lettering on the program Illustrator.  Then I experimented with my current scans.  Lettered the whole issue.  Then reedited my new scans.  And today I'm pasting the lettering on those old pages on to these new scans.  I also have to letter two pages which will take about twenty to thirty minutes.  I already lettered the cover, the Map title and credit page, and the cast list(my fantasy book influences really show through with that stuff, but why not expand the audience or be more reader friendly if you are able, and I am able).  It's really hard to get inspired to do it.  But there are moments, like after I did the cover, I was excited and did more pages.  Basically I'm done with the hard part and have that nervous anticipation that once I'm done with this lettering, I'm done for real.  It's ready to turn in.  Well, except for--

The Pitch

I really have to write it.  I have written a few.  One of the issues with me is that I have no interest in the common story structure.  Only because it bores me.  I search for satisfying ways to make the audience happy but not have the same story structure(The first book/season of game Of Thrones is fascinating precisely because of this).  I like to follow characters to their inevitable ends. It's the surprises that are fun.  It's all plotted and figured out intricately, but the trick is to make it magic.

Magic Of Storytelling

The magic is in how the world interests and surprises you.  I think a good story interests you, and then surprises you.  You have to like it, and then be surprised by how the characters change it all(for better or worse).  It's never about stuff happening to people.  It's about people doing things.  Making decisions good or bad.  A story can be about a villian as long as it is interesting(Breaking Bad, The Sopranos).  It has nothing to do with morality.  And the thing that makes it special are the unexpected, but inevitable twists.  The inevitable part is important.  It's the feeling that this isn't out of left field, this is supposed to happen.  That's a good ending.  

So me doing a story is me taking a journey, with points I have to get to, and an ending that is supposed to surprise and be inevitable.  It's not formulaic and it's not simple.  

I need to work over the next 24 hours to spell check and write this pitch.  It will only be one page.  I've read other pitches and it is immediately apparent that they are saying too much worthless information.  And luckily I finished a whole issue and lettered and inked it, which is at least fifteen more pages and several more stages than most pitches.  

But many times people get no reply or somehow are not looked at(it is an online submission form so you never know until you get a reply).  There are other people I will be sending it to so that is not my only avenue.  But still, people are busy and sometimes not quick so I can't get my expectations up about a quick reply.  

I will be sending it on Monday.  I gave it all I got, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Sitcom

I wrote 19 pages of script on Monday and Tuesday.  That's a shitload.  But it comes out when it comes out.  I know this because I can write like crazy at times.  And most writers I meet cannot.  I think it comes from my liking of short stories, the art of it, and the writers who do it well.  I sort of have a hard time writing short stories. I love including a little of everything.  I like thinking of all the various things I can do in whatever world my story takes place in.  So with short stories I have a really hard time fitting in everything.  This is apparent in most short stories I've written(there's a few that are simple).

So I wrote the second draft(most from scratch, but I had a ten pager that I recycled some dialogue from).  I just had to wait until the sew came together.  By stew, I mean how you put all the ingredients in the pot and the longer you let it simmer the better it tastes.  That's the reason to wait and not just write any old trash that comes out(also why I threw out nine pages of that first draft).  You sort of have to wait until you have so em inspirational spark of some sort.  Even a small one.  So I waited and at some point it came and I powered through a script.

It was for my acting group and basically voted on conceptually.  I pitched a nickelodeon type story with a dark edge.  The second draft got the specific mood I was going for and people seemed to like it so I guess we'll be filming it.  Doesn't sound like my style, but the weird/dark edge is clearly me.  I tried to see if there was any sort of Nickelodeon/Disney style sitcom I would ever watch and this is what I came up with.  And I'm one of the main characters.  Could be fun.

Anyway, more work to do. 

Adrian

P.s.: the first picture is of the under drawing for a painting commission.  Fully painted ones like that are $150.  Then two pictures of buddies I drew in costume during class(one of the best things about my school is all the dressing up...or down).


Jan 31, 2014

Velocity


Life moves really quickly here.  I think that's obvious by my posts this last year.  A lot of progression and a lot of things happen.  I think I mention less than half of them.  So there I was complaining last post and like a day or two later I was having a blast.  If anything I am actually taking things a little slow.  But slow is still pretty fast over here.

Rap Video

My friend asked me if I could help him film on Friday.  I said yes.  So I went, sort of kneeing it was going to be a little loose, because some shoots are last minute and sort of improv, I figured I'd just go with the flow.  It turned out to be a rap video.  

We arrived at the building at around 7 at night, which is pretty late.  But it was starting late so we were good.  They let us into an underground garage of a very expensive luxury apartment.  It's funny because my friend was dressed in coveralls and we were escorted by security into this really beautiful place so this all seemed like some inside heist in a movie(except they were helping us because we had permission to shoot in closed areas).

We were let into a sort of club/bar within the building.  I was immediately like a kid in a candy store.  I was just the assistant, but since my friend was doing all the camera work and the whole thing was very improv, with my friend as the main visualist, I would suggest shots to him when he had a second.  He ended up using a bunch of them.  I even pointed to the upstairs window and asked the security to take me there and we ended up using all those shots. The director liked my suggestions, and my buddy was happy because setting up shots takes forever, so me throwing set ups to him let him take his mind off of it(he was kind of directing, like I said this was pretty loose).

I got to hang out with everyone including the rapper.  It was very fun and everyone was great to work with.  The model showed up and it was the first time I have worked with a non acting model, so it's a little different.  More about placement and how the camera makes her look.  Since I wasn't directing I only told her what to do once.  But the some great shots of her were based on shots I made up(the others made up shots too, I was just most proud of the ones I made up because they were more epic, although my buddy got a lot of good close ups he made up).  I only stopped her once because a shadow was running up her legs all the way to her face.  And it looked great.  So I told my friend and then told the model to place her leg a certain way because the shadow on it looks perfect(because her legs were great, it's literally the job).

Half the time I didn't even have to do anything and actually wrote part of this post.  I remember my friend looked at me like he was asking if I was bored, and I looked back at him like, we're making art, and there's a beautiful woman here, what the hell can I complain about.  This is all I ever want.  It ended at 11 and we were out by 1130.  We even went to my new apartment, got a beer a block away at a great place, watched a bit of Jeff Who lives At Home(I really like that movie) and I drove him home and we unloaded all that equipment.  A productive night.



Sketchy

I stayed home on Saturday and did some work.  Mainly adding a polish and consistency to the whole issue before I rescan it.  I also sketched a lot because I feel I suck at it so I have to practice by just making a lot and trying out designs.  It's also to establish the consistent style I use in my comic.  Practice is what it all is.  With a little bit of random work thrown in.

Drunkt

On Sunday I went to school and worked on characters to do a monologue of. My teacher assigned one to half of us(both years consists of two classes per week, but second year, we still have to go every class, but we only perform every other class because it's harder).  I got a funny one where I get to act serious and sort of loud.  Besides that I worked on layouts for my fantasy story which was really productive and fun and I did between stuff at school.  

My friend was visiting, but since my phone was broken I sort of found out last minute.  I somehow didn't get enough sleep on Saturday even though I was home all day, but my friend was in town so I went out anyway.  And he was at my other best friends house, so I went straight from school to his house.  

We hung out there with his family and talked about geeky things and movies and my undying love for the actor Maribel Verdu(from the movies Pans Labyrinth[hot], Y Tu Mama Tambien[holy crap], Golden Balls from Spain[Holy Fucking Shit, no seriously, Holy Fucking Shit]).  Didn't realize it, but I guess she had a long term effect in me from when I saw Y Tu Mama in the theatre.

Then we went to my place so I could show them how nice it is.  Then we walked down the street to a bar where I got a gigantic Magic Hat # 9 beer(an acting buddy shows me this gift from low budget heaven).  

My friend was texting about a job, when he received a text.  We were talking(the three of us) so I didn't take notice.  But he mentioned that someone was going to be at the bar and not to pitch anything.  And I looked at him like what the fuck are you talking about, but okay, whatever. I guess I'll find out.  It turned out our old buddy from up north was in town visiting his two friends.  Except one of them was a famous actor.  The other turned out to be recognizable and a lead in a movie he showed me.  We all had a bunch to drink.  Actually I mainly had a lot because I wasn't driving and my house was down the street half a mile.  Somehow I didn't make a fool of myself and we all got along great.  The famous dude drove us to my house and we talked for an hour while we smoked(I'm not turning down his famous joint).  I was the only one of us he never met, but we were on the same wavelength so I think well hang out again someday.  I'm good with celebrities because I beg them for nothing.  And everyone begs them for everything.  Everyone.  I ask nothing.  Just, if we had a memorable time, which is my only job here, then you'll remember it and we'll be friends.  I guess, I let fate decide that stuff on some level.  Even though I believe I'm the only person responsible for these things, really.



Groups

On Tuesday I went to my acting group and we set up projects for the future.  I was really thankful at how much they like my writing and ideas.  I had net gone for the last two months so I'm excited to be back.

Missed Connections

Then on Wednesday I went to get some coffee close to my apartment.  I walked in and someone said my name.  It was a cute actress I know.  And after that last post I was thinking I need to get out more and if not meet some more women, at least get to know the non platonic ones I already know.  I said hi and she told me I just missed the girl I crushed on last year.  This totally confused me, I looked around(the girl is easy to see from far away in a really good way), but she was nowhere to be seen.  The comedian and actor Kevin Hart was standing four feet away(all five feet of him) waiting for his coffee like I was, but no crush in sight.  

I sort of thought it was for the best though.  We're both strong headed creative types and she's sort of famous(not that that's a real barrier actually) So we didn't quite match up.  But she sort of knew what I could do so I felt she knew me a little better than most girls do.  

I left with my sad little coffee.  But I will admit I sent the girl a text despite all that and we talked a little anyway.  So there you go I got weak.

Things To Do

I have to rescan everything, edit in Photoshop, then computer let in Illustrator(does what Photoshop does not), connect two buddies on project, lock down my script on a fantasy comic and finish the detailed layouts(which I'll post next time), work in a few pitches and maybe a temporary script for my acting group, and rehearse and buy a costume for my monologue for school.

I'm basically sleeping a biphasic sleep schedule except on my school days where I just stay up late, like today.

next time,
Adrian


Jan 23, 2014

Anachronist

Well, that took forever.  Trying to move, actually moving, unpacking.  At the same time my bumper fell off, my registration wasn't up to date(which was now a major problem without a front bumper). Plus, I had some screw up in my accounts which left me next to broke and unable to pay to fix my car stuff. And I had no internet because they were taking forever on that.  Oh and I got so sick from exhaustion(I think) that I couldn't get out of bed because it felt like I was dying and since I just moved I had no food and no car so I sort of started starving to death in my bed.  That was the first half of the month.  But that's all boring shit and I took care of it all somehow, so there you go.  A horrible month in the center of the holidays, but it all ended well.  

Finishing my pitch

I was finishing my pitch that whole time but it was taking forever.  I redrew two pages and fixed a bunch of panels.  Plus I drew a map, a back cover, and a next issue preview(the scans I'm putting up with this post).  It kind of sounds like a lot but it was very little work over three weeks and right at that crucial time I need to finish and sell this.

Coming back to draw stuff in the last week has really shown me how much I learned.  All this other stuff is so what I see in my head and not a compromise in vision, that I almost have to match the pages to this later stuff to make sure it has a consistent clarity or detail and vision and not any lazy workman like stuff(it inevitably will have uninspired panels, but the goal is to avoid that).

What's going on in my mind when I draw

For other artists, I'll just explain that there are sometimes when I am just in this Moebius/Sergio Aragones state of mind.  Not in a copying sense, but in the sense that I understand that drawing is about just knowing what is in any area of your drawing.  Knowing like anything else would be wrong. Seeing it appear in your head instead of creating it on paper like a blueprint.  It's your world and things only look the way you see them.  The only logic is what you provide.  Influences are nice, but they can hinder this.  It needs to be just about what is in your drawing and why it is there.  And if you have a good imagination, you should come up with plenty(sometimes that area is negative space, black or white, for design purposes, but that is also knowing what is not there).

And the messed up part is that a large percentage of drawings I've done have  been like drawing in the dark.  Vague intentions, with confused executions.  Yet every single time I just knew, it turned out way better.

Dating

I seriously need to start dating or giving a shit or even liking anyone again.  I am missing something artistically, even.  I am extremely hard to deal with when I don't feel anything towards anyone.  And I don't.  I used to.  I used to feel stronger than anyone I met and I guess I got my heart run over so many times it doesn't really beat anymore.  I'm surrounded by every girl I could ever want, but I don't want anyone because I don't trust anyone or imagine anyone possibly feeling anything back at me.  I literally don't believe in that.  As far as I'm concerned no one from my past life ever liked me.  Or more likely liked everyone else(otherwise they would have treated me different, it's a fact I can't get past and why I'm never going back to the bay area[unless like I said before I was having sex constantly then I'd go back, but since that is an impossibility with those people and me I guess I'm never going back]).  

I mean I can't even imagine trying to be with anyone.  With all my talk of trying, it seems with this like the dumbest thing I could ever do is like anyone ever again.  I don't think I've had a good experiance.  The few girls who liked me that I went out with didn't actually like me, but the idea of me(whatever that was at the time).  Or they liked any other loser just as much.  

At the same time the only kind of woman I can understand are nymphomaniacs.  I mean girls who literally will fuck everybody.  I always get along with them yet never sleep with them, which has been a two way street of frustration because we think the same way(I told a girl I wouldn't sleep with her recently because I needed to be with someone who wanted only me. And I need to be artistically infatuated[sort of true].  I'm such a girl about that.  But artistic love is just way more fucking intense and incomparable).  But every girl I meet like that is my best friend later(because they are fascinating, if not safe).  In a way my biggest fear is that I'll meet one I fall for.  I mean I'm living in the capital of pornography.  That would just wreck me.  I'd burn out my genitalia by never stopping fucking.  There are girls who straight up tell you what they will do for you or that they will do whatever you want them to do.  And you know for a fact that it would be awesome(the bedroom part at least).  I'm really strong about all that, but only so strong.  

Of course, I do seem to respond to certain girls.  There's be an inordinate amount of beautiful red headed women in my life this last year.  One I crushed on for a few weeks but we were wrong for each other(even though we got along well). The weird funny part is that some girls act like I'm their little brother who wants to get set up, and out here getting set up is at least guaranteed to be with good looking people.  But I'm not interested.  It might even work out great, but I am only interested in people I feel a very strong connection with.  And almost no one has that with me.  I thought someone did once, and she clearly never loved me enough, and then I thought maybe someone else had that connection with me, but here we are like two years later and I'll probably never see her again and I never really thought she liked me back anyway.  And all the other ones I either liked for the wrong reasons or they liked me and I didn't really like them back.  So I stopped dating.

I have a life I'm trying to make that is so specific and fun and I don't have the slightest inclination on spending that great time and life with anyone I don't really love.  It's a treasure I can share, but I have to be careful who I share it with.  And I'm very aware that regardless of what other guys seem to have or be able to do, most are not actually impressive, it's not enough, and if they were they would be my friend(my close friends down here are the most talented, gorgous[men and women], and nicest people I have met, on that score I've really done well in this later portion of my life somehow, and I've had an easier time becoming friends with my idols and people I admired than "normal" people anyway).  I make new friends like that now.  I know the difference finally.   So when a girl goes off with some other guy now it just seems weak.  Like totally fucking weak.  Do better.  I'm not being egotistical, I'm being realistic about how uselessly pathetic and not fun most guys I've met in my life are.  I've met hundreds of women who want the worst for themselves and I can't fix that.  I can just try to be better than that.  And if they still want shit(many many girls I've known want the worst for them) they can have it. I'll find someone better.  I want love, not shit.  I want the opposite of trash and boring times with boring people.  

Of course, I'm just going on my own vision of what my potential is and expecting others to agree and see it and when they don't I dismiss them like I'm some kind of perfect person which I clearly am not.  So take all this with a grain of salt.  Maybe I suck and am in fact egotistical.  

Never Settle 

Most of all, I don't settle.  Settling has killed off every person I knew in my past.  When I say killed off, I mean their dreams.  Settling is a desk job.  Settling would kill me.  It does with every little nail it can get in me.  So I look for what I want most.  Passion and art.  And everything pales in comparison to that.  Sex is lame without all consuming passion.  I just don't give a shit unless it is intense.  And most people are not intense enough for me and that has become clearer and clearer as I've gotten older.  I need a lot of intensity and moderate amounts looks almost offensively silly to me.  Like a joke at my expense.  I think that's what goes on in my head now.  I look at a girl and think she isn't sexual enough for me.  Or strong enough.  And I lose interest.  Then I see their lame ass boyfriends(here people's boyfriends are sometimes cool and not automatically the worst like where I came from).  Since I've gotten here the only girls that had my almost full attention(no one has hooked me all the way yet) were either fiercely smart(a big turn on for me)or extremely sexy, but subtle and connected with me(I guess I need that regardless).  

Maybe I shouldn't care anymore.   Moved here thinking I might not make it.  I might just die.  I was pretty sure no one would be in my life ever again or care about me(in that way).  And so far nothing's changed.  I can't help but know that after not having anyone I love to celebrate Christmas with.  Or my birthday.  The best days I had I celebrated alone.  The worst days I cried alone.  Either way I was alone.  And every special occasion was not special for me.  It was dead and lonely.  I don't feel anything unless I feel something for a woman.  And I don't feel anything anymore.

On the brighter side

My life's been way worse.  I have good things.  I have a good life now.  It just will never seem good to me while I am alone and I have been alone way too long.  

I wonder if I should just immerse myself into my work so much I never think of women again.  I wonder if I should leave again and try to find love somewhere else.  I wonder if it matters anyway because everyone I loved in my life died and there is no one left alive.  I wonder if all my intensity will just burn out in a room alone without anyone ever knowing it.  And I wonder if I do get the things I want, which now seems more possible than ever, will I even care.

Inverted Anger

All these thoughts and feelings are like the fuel for the engine of my life.  They shouldn't be fuel.  They should just be road bumps.  Obstacles.  But since I am not happy, they are it, the only thing fueling me.  If anything is keeping me alive, it is the slight chance I can make art for people.  That's it.  The chance I can connect through art since I've never connected on anything else.  It's my only hope.  The only thing that keeps me going because everything else has been a disappointment.  I remember I had a deep conversation with a friend(ironically she looked like all my drawings, but was the wrongest match for me ever) and she said that I seemed like the most disappointed person she ever met.  Partially because I was so optimistic about work.  Not neccesarily sad or miserable, just disappointed by life.  And I laughed because she was so right.  I'm disappointed and want more.  And I never want less again.  And the only thing that makes me happy is making the things I want into reality.  For a guy so disappointed, its only because I'm getting so close to a getting everything I want.  A fear, weakness, regret, with hope spiced in.

And that is a weird sort of strength, but it's better than laying down to die.

Okay, for real, on a lighter side

I like my new town.  I like having a roommate because it feels like having a partner on some level.  Plus I can't stand men so its nice to have a woman around a lot.  We can pool our resources for acting jobs and film projects.  I love going to school.  I do have temporary crushes on girls there, but worry about our age differences(yet no one has ever held that against me here).  Of course I missed out on life so starting over with a younger person isn't really that weird an idea for me at all.  I also seem to crush on every girl with an accent.

I have several close friends who work on shows I really like or am excited about.  I get to root for famous people who are my buddies.  That is a fun thought.  And I get to work with those people.  As it is, my very few credits are all with people way more successful than me from material I have drooled over before meeting them(someday, and its already starting, my IMDB page will be a fact sheet that explains my personal life and the people in it way too much).  I love the fact that pretty much everyone here has been different than you would expect from just the outside.  It's always a discovery.  The most ridiculous looking gorgous person can be the nicest most trusted friend.  I love that we play horrible people sometimes and are the best of friends.  Because on set or during rehearsal it all about fun and friendship and work and every single one of us is playing someone we are not.

At the very least I spend all my time with the people who are the future of this crazy town.  It's a party.  And I'm just starting to get out there and experience it.  And I meet plenty of people through that who are always entertaining. I'l meet someone great. 

That was supposed to be a short post, because I have a bunch of reviews to make on stuff I watched in my downtime.  I'll get to that next time. 

Not sure Anachronist was the best title but I'm living in the present and past time.  

Adrian

P.S.: I'll try to be more chipper next time.  This is why I shouldn't write posts at 3 in the morning while reminiscing about girls.  And last post I said I had to be more private.  Oh well.














Dec 14, 2013

Adulthood Beyond Adulthood



Busy

I've been busy lately.  Finishing everything and starting my carreers.  I have to somehow sell my comic this month, reedit old scripts to possibly film, and get ready to start auditioning for things.  I've luckily assembled a wonderful circle of friends down here as well as some old friends.  Without them I couldn't do or wouldn't do most of these things.  So I'm lucky and I'm trying to make it all pay off.  

Storytelling

Some theories are sort of simple.  Like, if the audience knows where you are going with a story part, then hurry the fuck up to the next unexpected part.  Going through dull scenes we all know the content of before they happen is a waste of every bodies time.  Just cut it as short as possible and go to the next part with new information or actual plot progression.  If you dissect the last thirty or forty minutes of the Hobbit, for example, you will see minutes go by of stuff we are just waiting to happen, that we know is going to happen, padded out with a lot of posturing and pointless fighting(because we are only waiting for Thorin to confront the main antagonist and they take about 25 minutes to consummate that, mainly running around the country side or hanging out on a tree trying not to fall off when they can just casually walk off at any moment as Thorin eventually does[thus I call it padding]).  

Study

I was never really happy at school, but I was plenty curious.  My solution was to find out more about my own interests, which when let to roam turn out to be really varied.  It's made me collect reference books on art and just random things like design, architecture, science, history and other stuff.  Most of my books are heavily illustrated, even the history ones.  I have pictorial history's of eras and wars, timelines, books filled with timelines and charts, timelines of inventions, etc.  I have books of cross sections of cars, planes, castles, ships, even anatomy.  Plus a lot of anatomy books and theory.  Clip art books.  Books of quotes, psychology books(I read a lot about how the brain works because a bunch of my idols were weird mentally).  I read swaths of certain genres over a large spans of time.  I was studying fantasy just to get in the mind set of doing my own(which is different thanks to seeing what was out there, my favorites were George R.R. Martin who got me into fantasy in the late nineties, then Joe Abercrombie whose characters are just the best ever).  I'm read science articles every day for the last few years in preparation of doing my science fiction comic(plus I've been catching up on great novels like Spin).  And now with acting I have to read scripts and examine their every word and beat(at least of the scenes I am in, or have to direct).

The point is to get better.  To know more.  The point is to make stronger, more original work. The point is that who ever is smarter, more clever, and has more information should be doing the job.  I'm perfectly happy to defer to geniuses.  But anything less just seems like a waste of time.  And if I ever want to be great I have to try.


The Hudge

I was meeting my roommate to go apartment hunting.  It was the coldest day I've been through in L.A. So I was wearing four layers which I never do(undershirt, shirt, then a buttoned shirt, then a jacket).  It was so cold I ordered apple cider.  It was 9 in the morning and I'm not a morning person.  My roommate said it was a nice coffee shop in the middle of the neighborhood we both liked and wanted to look for apartments in.  I was in the little front room and had no idea that this place had a bunch of room a in the back and was gigantic. 

A guy peaked in, then came back with two friends.  I thought his leather jacket looked nice and since I was wearing my own, which I love I looked at his.  Too many zippers and too bulky.  This was what I was thinking.  And then I noticed that the girl with him was really cute, but she had a hat and big coat on so I could barely see her.  These were all black.  

Since she was cute I checked out her boots which were knee high sexy things.  She had my attention.  And then she turned and I saw she was wearing jean cut offs and was extremely cute and I smiled at her.  She sort of politely smiled and then went back to talking to the guys she was with and ordering.  

I even thought in my naive ego that I was cooler than the guy she was with(takes a lot to impress me) but couldn't figure out how to talk to her in this little room.   We politely looked at each other as she scooted past and at that moment it occurred to me she looked like a famous person.  But I looked down and just thought about it, and that was when my roommate walked in.  

My roommate ordered and then she showed me how big the place was, me we walked past the girl and her friends in a secluded part of the back.  As me and my roomie got into the car she said "did you see Vanessa Hudgins back there?"  And I yelled, "I fuckin knew it!  God, I wanted her so badly.  I thought she was all normal and shit and..."  Pretty sure I became incomprehensible around then.

There was another time that I was in line to buy pot and the girl behind me I'm pretty sure was a super model(Josie Moran).  Or last week when I was behind porn stars to get coffee in my own neighborhood.  It's weird out here.  Because if I meet any of these people in private life I don't tell those stories(because that's between friends).  Some of my best friends are beautiful people on ads in stuff but that sort of stuff is personal.  When I see famous people just out in the world it's different.  Like once I was shopping and I saw the lead from Sons Of Anarchy because I'm pretty sure he lives close to me(I live in a tiny apartment but as you'll see from the next story, lots of famous people live here in this crowded part)

You got mail

I forgot if I mentioned this, but a few months ago I got some mail for the former tenant if my apartment.  I didn't open it, but from the things it said on the outside it was obviously important(but the kind of thing the tenant would also know through email or phone).  I knew he found out whatever it said inside, so it wasn't the biggest deal if he got this so I never found him and gave it to him.  

Then about a week later I was talking to an friend I've had for decades.  He mentioned a conversation he was having, and because he thought I knew the guy he mentioned his full name.  Something sparked in my brain and I realized the only time I ever heard that name was when I said it in my head after getting that envelope for him.  So, in shock, I said wait a minute, what was this guys name?  And it was the same guy.  I asked why my friend thought I'd know his name in the first place, and he told me because the guy was an up and comer and stuff(he works in the smart branch of entertainment as this guy, that's why they were hanging out).

Then about two months after that I went to a show about half a mile from my apartment and this guy performed(Whitney Cummings also performed that night and called me and my friend rock stars in a joke.  And I missed seeing Chris Rock like a complete fucking idiot because I came late[which was why Cummings made the joke, and no I don't know any of those people]).

Now, I understand the contents of the letter.  I think the former tenant was shopping his show around and THE major cable network was courting him, but it didn't happen, and instead was picked up by another network.  I only know this because now this guy who was living in my shitty little apartment last year at this time, just a few weeks before me, has commercials with his famous friends showing all the time.  I can't help but wonder based on that time I saw him and his friends on this show if any of them ever came to this medium sized studio without a view.  It sort of weirds me out. And then I think, shit Im not even trying to get a show within a years time.  I have other ambitions but still, it's a bar that seems impossible to reach on one hand(again, I'm not exactly trying to get on a show anyway, I'm mostly interested in movies, and that's the sort of acting I specialize in, but I mean the success), on the other hand its a little encouraging that a guy who is probably rich now, loved in my sad little place I'm moving out of in January, just a year ago.  Some things are possible.  And were all just humans anyway.

It's creepy seeing his face on billboards and on my tv in his own room.  I try to avoid it.

Truthfully

I was talking to a class mate who said he just became legal as a joke.  I said happy birthday, are you 21.   He said no, 18.  Which just made me freeze and say I'm 20 years older than you...how.  At the same time the best friend I met out here is just a little older so I should be used to it.  I think I'm just getting into the career part of my life.  The uncertain period is sort of ending.  I basically just either do or die, no other option.  That is an era of someone's life.  And it is a maturity.  At the same time a lot of what I am doing I could have never done sooner(except if I was with the right girl as my copilot, that's why I was so picky).  I still worked at it constantly.  And now that I'm older it just seems that those eras happen at different times for different people.

The people I've met out here are basically on the same journey as me, that's why they are all ages and from all over.  I look up to my friends regardless of age because they have qualities I am working on.  Like deciding on my roommate had everything to do on the fact that she had the same basic goals in life as me and reflected the energy I needed around me.  Another girl who was like 18 asked me to be her roommate a week before and I said yeah.  At first.  Then after about a minute I said maybe...I don't know.  And she was confused so I had to elaborate.  I said I don't think that would be a good idea.  And she asked why, so I said it, I told her, well I'm a man and you're a woman, and I'm single and your kind of single and one night we get drunk and...I basically told her I'd go for it in a second in the most polite way because as delightful as that would be(and holy crap would it be), I felt skeevy about it because she wouldn't think it would happen, but like I said we'd both be weak one day and then all of a sudden I have a girlfriend(I didn't say that last part to her).  

Even when deciding on my roommate I was strangely picky.

Distance

On some level I need to publicize like crazy.  On another I'm going to need to distance my self from all sorts of online things.  I can't read about my own work.  Not for a while at least.  Reviews positive or negative can stop me or redirect me from doing what I want to do/have planned in both my stories and carreer.  At the same time my whole goal is to connect with the audience and give them something to look at and speculate.  I don't really know how to deal with that.  My comic is episodic and multi volume.  My characters are supposed to be playing on archetype in strange ways.  If I explain it all it could be bad.  Plus, I'm not exactly putting easy, junk food stories out there.  I make things to be reread or rewatchable.  In fact I make them to be enjoyed more in the reread. With comedy I put in jokes that are supposed to be funnier the second time because you know that they are set ups for stuff you didn't know on first view.  With my science fiction stuff I put in all sorts of clues to future stuff that pay off more on reread(I hope).  How do I know if its working or not if I don't read what people think?  I'm still going to write the story I plan to write, but if I read reviews by people who misunderstand or think I'm doing some stupid shit, or even think I'm doing something great but want something I know I am not going to eventually give, it could change what I write if it affects me enough, so I have to be careful.  I'm making a singular work, not a consensus one.  




Spin

I've been reading the science fiction book Spin by Robert Charles Wilson.  I was looking for good science fiction to inspire me while I finished editing my science fiction comic.  I guess I read his Chronoliths a long time ago, because I forgot how good Wilson is. Chronoliths was an original take on time travel(monoliths from a future conqueror appear in the present, leaving everybody wondering if or when this future event will happen, and how that affects all the time in between).  I'm almost done with Spin, and I love it.

I actually think the back cover gives a little too much away.  But, regardless of that, I'm surprised how many ideas are explored and how unpredictable it all is.

The premise is that the Earth has been put into some sort of field by unknown forces.  So everything on earth happens at the same speed as we all know it. But outside the field, everything seems to be going a hundred years a second(or something like that).  Now solar events we would never have to worry about are within our life span.  The question is why this has happened. And what can be done with this situation.  And Wilson has thought of everything.


Basically I'll just mention two plot points that happen in the first two chapters. Everything from there just escalates.  The first chapter takes place far in the future.  Like billions of years(I don't know).  4 times 10 to the 9th power.  Whatever that date is.  But things are not that different.  And the main character decides to take a Martian drug that will take him to the adulthood beyond adulthood.  But the Martian drug isn't alien.

Then the next chapter takes place in the present.  Three friends hanging out at night.  Then the stars go out.  And they never come back.  The sun comes up.  But it isn't real.  An astronaut crash lands that night, but he's been up two weeks longer than is possible.  He experienced more time out there in a few seconds of our time.

I got exactly what I wanted in terms of great storytelling, characters, and well thought out worldbuilding.  The novel moves pretty nicely and always has a new interesting plot point that is unexpected and genius.  We live in a culture where people think one idea is great, knowing that once it is used up they have nothing else, but we have Robert Charles Wilson over here coming up with an idea a minute, never relying on stretching one concept thin, ready to move on to the next cool thing he came up with(the thing I loved about Breaking Bad).

Comic Love

I saw an artist I really like on a commercial during Saturday night live.  Raphael Grampa was spotlighted in a vodka ad about him as an artist.  That was cool.  

The Fifth Beatle is a graphic novel that debuted at number five on the best seller list and it has art by an old favorite who rarely does stuff, Andrew Robinson.  It looks gorgeous.

I'll be showing more stuff once this comic is approved.  I hope people like it.

Adrian

Nov 8, 2013

Amber


Edit: this is a photo after I did all the perspective I was just bullshitting in the older scan.  And it's about 25% inked(I still thought it might be a failure, but since I'm writing this after having finished it I'm happy with it).  I'll put up the finished one very soon.




I'm in that really really frustrating two weeks finishing my comic and making corrections(or perfecting).  I want to show it so bad but it's not done yet.

Its a sort if fear of embarrassment, fear of failure(even though after about a week it can be published no matter what), fear of what happens next, because on some level, this is all I got to give(in the epic science fiction arena, and honestly I still have two or three unrelated science fiction epics knocking around to do(although not multiple volumes like this one), not to mention my fantasy epic which is also huge, but is more about history and time.

I'm going to be emailing to some of all time my idols I have met and have not met for advice first, then if they like it a review or something.  It's intimidating but art he same time like I said if I see a separation between them and me then I will never be one of them or their equal.  

Confidence of Line

Part of what both speeds me up and slows me down is the confidence/certainty or where to put the line.  I noticed, and always predicted, part of the solution is the simple amount you draw.  The more you do it the more you know where everything goes and the faster it gets.  I'm refining my style and the lines are just getting put down easier.  I was saying my fear of things was going way.  All the horribleness in my life made fear a little more ridiculous.  And I notice I don't really fear anything anymore(except women...because I'm a fool).

In order to make these last few edits, thes last few fix ups, I have to be absolutely certain where everything goes and put those lines down with that passion and direct action.  Art can be like that.  Just abandonment of everything but love of the line or color or whatever you like.

School

I finally did that short term memory for class.  I was really thinking I couldn't pull it off but the class was laughing pretty much the whole time so I think I did it right.  Basically I pretended I was at home trying to read and listen to music.  I'd turn on the music, groove to it, sit down to read, forget it I put it on, get frustrated at all the noise and get up and turn it off.  Then I'd sit down again try to read, get frustrated that there was no music and got up to turn it on again, happy to hear it.  The I did it again.  Then my partner came to the door, so I went to turn it off, but did that and forgot he knocked so went back to sit down.  Then when he knocked again I answered happily, then checked my book that said who everybody was because I forgot, and would close it furious after what I pretended to read in there.  To me, the fun of it was getting really emotional about one thing, then blanking out, returning to calm, and then suddenly remembering and getting mad or whatever again.  It was really fun.  

Now we're doing scenes and I get to play Oscar from the Odd Couple.  So I'm really excited about that.


Moving

I'm probably moving only a few miles away somewhere in Hollywood(where I already live), but I wanted a bigger place and could only do it with a roommate, so when a friend asked I jumped at it.  I went so far into anarchy with my life I could just a little order.  Plus my roomie is probably the most vivacious woman I have ever met. I need that energy in my life.  I've been looking for that.  She's been a model in a few of my drawings so she's been my temporary muse at times(not full muse, you crazy, that's way too passionate for friends).  So I look forward to having that extra energy and ambition around me to help propel me intellectually and professionally.  Plus, my friends here are all people I want to help in anyway I can, and they help me, so we have coinciding goals in life.

Life

Because of everything I have not even thought of romantic stuff.  I've been busy and grieving(from what I mentioned last post).  It's all way easier for me here, but I'm still scarred from my old life because those people really didn't like me.  I'm a little agoraphobic because of that.  Even when people like my acting or art the first thing I think is they are just trying to be nice.  I don't believe it.  I don't enjoy it all the way.  People told me a million things that amounted to nothing in my past, so good things are always looked at with a suspicious eye by me.  

Despite all that I still use that as my main means of connection with people.  My main way of communicating who I am.  I guess I'm a little different in real life.  I am practically monkish most of the time.  Although I am still consistently forward towards almost every French girl(there are few exceptions, mainly those few I am friends with).  Its ridiculous because even in my head I'm thinking what a cliche I am to myself. But whatever I can't help myself.  There are all kinds of other beautiful women all around.  And the rest of this place is rife with beauty so, I'm not hurting.  I'm just still looking for someone my speed with that joy d vivre(I never said I could write french).  I'm fucked up that way.  But it's a glorious way to be fucked up. 


This just happened

I went to CVS to go buy some cleaning supplies and kitty litter.  It's about four blocks diagonally from me.  I walked inside, saw an indie actor I liked in some movies a few years back.  I forgot his name.  I went down one aisle and he went down the same and then I started feeling all uncomfortable because I know who he is and I'm trying to ignore him.  So I went to another aisle.  And the. He went down the same.  I tried to remain focused on buying shit and finally got in line, thinking all this.  Then Jason Segal walked in(he wrote and acted in  my favorite romantic comedy in many years, Forgetting Sarah Marshall).  So there is instant irony for you.  Happened ten minutes ago.

Anthology 

Since I have a bunch of short stories from about 11 of my different longer stories, I've been considering putting them together as an anthology, partially because I want to copyright everything soon, and publishing does that, and partially because I have the craziest collection of unrelated to weirdly related stories.  When I counted them all and laid out what I had to tell, I had everything from autobiographical to fantasy to history to horror.  Some of these concepts are still relatively original and I do t want to miss the chance to put those out there. I just need to figure out if I will have enough time to do this on the side(because my current comic comes first).


Art

I'm trying to post more since I have things to advertise in the very near future.  I included sketches I made and concept drawings and throw away panels.  I'm finishing it all this week so I'm a nervous wreck of energy and exhaustion. But soon that may change to happiness.  Or at least closure.  The first one is the third draft covering made this week.  The lettering fits it(I know it doesn't look like that but the name goes down the sides and bottom and around the head of one character at the top).  I also included the second draft cover because I liked how the girl looked before I would have inked her hair(her hair is dark brown and since I moved on to a third version I never inked it).  One of these is a character design.  There's some sketches from class.   Another is a painting I am still working on.  It is in oil on an acrylic background.  That was inspired by someone.  I just do better work when I'm inspired in that way.  But my lack of desperation is so ridiculous I need to stop preventing myself.  Because art like that comes out of me.  


I'm doing better and completing some life long dreams here.  This is just that frustrating few weeks before I can even show this stuff really exists and it drives me nuts.

By the way, I don't know any girls named Amber.  Thought I should clear that up because it sounds like I'm in love with some girl named Amber, but realisitcally, have you ever met an unattractive Amber.  Didn't think so.  Maybe I shouldn't have cleared that up after all.

Adrian

P.S.: these two dudes are just the cutest, and behind me is a bunch of pages from my comic.