(painting) Paul The One Eyed Pants Monster

So the other day I was opening a fresh jar of gesso to get a canvas ready, but the lid was on really tight. I braced the jar against my leg and gave the lid a hell of a twist. BLAMO the lid was off but a dollop of the white primer had landed on my shorts. I quickly cleaned as much off of my shorts as I could, but was left with an unfortunate stain.
To be honest it looked as if I had been having some alone time and had accidentally missed my tissue. This wasn't good. They were my only shorts and it was getting hotter by the day. "Why don't you just buy another pair of shorts?" one might ask. and the answer is five simple words; rents due on the 1st. so with my money tied up and my next paycheck still a week away i decided to fix my problem creatively.

I had been given acrylic paint markers for Christmas and hadn't really had a chance to use them. I packaged the markets into a plastic bag and brought them to work, something I couldn't really do with regular paints. When the food orders slowed down and the dishes were all caught up I broke out the markers and began to paint. When all was said and done there was a one eyed monster on my pants. I've named him Paul.

(drawing) Suicide Sauce

Working in the kitchen gives me many opportunities to draw. One day I noticed a big crack in our suicide sauce container. We had just finished off a jug of spicy thai so there wasn't anything to worry about. I washed out that jug, sent it through the dish washer, and then set out making a new label for our sauce. Anyone could have written out SUICIDE SAUCE on the jug with a sharpie, I went a different route.

(drawing) Alphabet War

Imagine a world where the alphabet was alive. Would all the letters get along together? Maybe there is a division between the consonants and vowels. The racism between letters would one day grow out of control, leading to an all out alphabetical civil war. Even though the consonants out number the vowels, they will be filled with trust issues. Here we have General G interrogating the letter Y.

(painting) A Roommates Birthday

Bread n' Butter, Knife
acrylic on illustration board
11 x 14

One night at the bar, my roommate says to me, "You know what you should paint?"
"What's that?" I ask
"So you have a loaf of bread and it's scared because there is a knife saying "I'm going to cut you" or something."
"Oh yeah I can totally make something like that." I say taking a sip of my beer.
"But also there should be like a stick of butter, drooling and shit wanting to get smeared onto the bread, you know?"
I nod my approval and we continue with our night.
A few weeks ago he came up to me while I was having a smoke break and shouted "Why aren't you working on MY painting!?"
To be honest I had totally forgotten about the conversation. I wrote down the idea into my sketchbook and told him I was on it. So for His birthday I finally whipped it together.

The text in the image is blurry. knife "I'm gonna cut you next!" butter "And I'M gonna get srpead on that bread!"