Movember

So it is that time of year again. Time to shave your face clean then unleash all unholy hell across it in terms of garish facial hair. Last year i did the handle bars, this year i will stick with the classic and ever popular Tom Selleck. All upper lip baby, all the way all the time. Enter hilarious Ron Burgundy quote here. So i am raising money and awareness this time around. 2 years official but this is technically my 4th year growing a Mo.
Even if you don’t want to give any cash to support cancer research ( i know it is for prostate by why be so particular in this day and age. Cancer has affected a large portion of us. A quick side note here,  i read this book once that said cancer and its mutations could be god attempting to usher man into its next stage of evolution. I wasn’t offended by the statement but i didn’t much care for the sentiment. End of side bar)
Long story short show your support pneumonia way or another. Be a Mo bro
Here i  am all cleaned up for Movember 1st.

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I am writing this on my Samsung so i apologize in advance for any possible spelling mistakes.

Search Mark holyome on http://www.movember
.com and help me out if you’d like.

Cheers.

On being anti-social, in a social media world…

Yes, I’ll admit it, I like nothing more on any given work day than to close my office door, and tune out the outside world so that I can concentrate; other people be damned. I have my moments when I want to stand at the water cooler and chat about this or that, but 98% of the time, I’m alone in my space, doing what I love to do, design, draw and create interesting images. It isn’t that I hate people, no not at all, I just find myself not caring so much about whatever they have to say if it should stray from the particular project I’m working on, or have scheduled to begin in the not to distant future. Perhaps I sound cold, or callus. I assure you I am not. Blunt like a grey cinder block? yes, I’ll give you that. My wife likes to refer to me as a robot some times, purely in jest I believe.

But words are petty and actions speak louder than words. Probably why I like to write out letters rather than speak on the phone. I’m sure that having the time to carefully choose ones words, and craft a funny, nasty, churlish, or instructive letter makes me fell smarter than I really am. I can come up with a decent vocabulary when I have the leisure to do so, but when I speak in person, I sputter and swear, and generally repeat myself and am at loss for words that actually say what I mean. A charismatic orator I am not. I did a whole slew of on stage performances when I was in grade school, high school, college and university, but the desire to be front and centre has withered and wasted away. I can give a clear and concise speech, hell I’m too worrisome to just try to wing it, so I’d write it out and learn it, like a good little thespian would. But as any director of mine will tell you, I tend to mouth the words of the other actors as they say them, so I know when I am supposed to speak next. Ha. Talk about losing the suspension of dis-belief. But I’m slowly edging off topic.

The topic, being some what anti-social in a world that is now dominated by “social media”. I imagine on all outward facing fronts, I seem rather social. I have a Youtube account where I post videos, a Deviant Art account where I upload artwork, a NAPP account for my photoshop portfolio, a facebook account, and I tweet some times. But to me, these things aren’t social. It ends up being something I can broadcast what I’m doing without actually having to call or speak to individual’s about what I have done, or am not doing. Remember when, back before ICQ, if you had something really great happen, or you had a birthday, you actually had to call every one of your relatives one after the other, to thank them for cards or gifts or just to say hello. Forever repeating the same sentiments over, and over, and over again, until your ears hurt from pressing the phone to your head for what felt like days on end? Do you remember that? I do. But now, I just post it, and then if anyone cares to they can read it and know what’s going on over in my corner of the country. I’m sure the term “lazy” fits into that lack of desire to call or make an effort to reach each friend or family individually. But, I tell myself, I’m busy, I commute several hours a day, I have this to do or that to do. Isn’t it just easier to broadcast messaging tailored to no one in particular so that everyone who reads it doesn’t feel like they are coming up against an on-slaught of private jokes and inside quips?

So, I know you, odds are I even like you, I just don’t want to talk to you. I’m hard of hearing, and everything these days is just way too loud. I can’t discern your voice from the stereo, or the train, or the traffic noise. I nod my head and say uh-huh a lot, even though I didn’t hear a word you said. I’m a terrible lip reader, so watching your mouth the whole time only helps a little. So, no I don’t want to talk to you. Bastard!, you say, Jerk! who do you think you are!?! you say. I say, I am you, because you do it too. We all have some of these anti-social social media tendencies. Facebook wouldn’t be at how ever many billion users if we weren’t. (Although many of you aren’t hard of hearing, just pacing and waiting for your turn to talk). Is that what your communications feel like these days, not collaboration, not listening, but hearing noises, waiting for a pause, until you have the chance to jump in with your two cents.

This is slightly off topic, but some times near the end of my commute when the train is much, much quieter, and there are two people sitting and chatting on my good side, I listen. Some times, two people are talking and having two very different conversations. Each one is single sided, but they flow together like the people are actually communicating. I found this to be astonishing at first, but it is like those “give away” scenes at the end of “The Sixth Sense”. When you see it the first time you think all is as it should be, but when the twist is exposed, so too do you see the holes, and you think, How Did I Miss That? How did you, indeed.

So to sum up. Do I hate people, Nope. Do I prefer constructive written communication over verbal, yep (Expecting that such foibles as emotion, sarcasm or some such isn’t employed as it tends to go a miss, unless expressed in a very poignant way [side bar, has anyone figured out a proper sarcasm font or type treatment yet???]). Are you being social when broadcasting via social media, Nope. When was the last time you had a decent conversation with your television set, or radio? The internet is different as you can achieve instantaneous responses, but with trolls and what not, is that a fulfilling social connection or experience? Hardly. When we are face to face, do we listen and communicate, or wait for a gap in the noise and jump in with our own two cents, not always, but I see it an awful lot more now than I did prior to the internet boom.

If we can find a quiet place to chat, and I’m not at work, then lets do so. Just turn your phone off and I promise I will listen to you.

-M

Toronto Fan Expo 2012

I realize I am rather behind on my postings as of late, but some times I just don’t feel like saying much. You should thank me, otherwise I would splash an awful lot of meaningless drivel across these blank pages, and drive you all mad. Not that this post will rise much above the Christopher Hitchens classic word for less than stellar; “Piffle“. What a great word, I think I will work that into the roster.

So I had been debating on whether or not to bother with the FanExpo 2012 in Toronto this year, and when the Friday came I had decided that I wasn’t going to go. Too busy, too hot outside, no money to burn… blah blah blah. Then a construction crew outside our building mashed a gas line and the work day ended around 9:30am that morning. After waiting outside at a safe distance for a suitably boring amount of time, with no work being done, we were allowed to re-enter the building, which stunk of natural gas. I managed to get off a couple of important projects, and was then told to leave shortly after 1pm.

So here I am on a hot, sunny Friday afternoon, and I am unable to work in my office. So I figured, ah fuck it, I’ll catch the train back into the downtown core, and go check out the line up. If it’s huge, I’ll just circle around and head home. After a brief and unexciting walk I bought a ticket and wound up inside the convention centre with about 50,000 other people.

I was somewhat impressed with the scale of things, until I realized it was all contained in the one room, and that everything just about was cash only. Damnit, I didn’t even consider that. Can you tell just how much of a comic convention Noob I am? Saw some pretty awesome Lego displays, Ooh’ed & Aah’ed over quite a few statues from Randy Bowen and Side Show Collectibles. Looked at a whole lot of toys, and comic books, and bought a few graphic novels, mainly “The Walking Dead” 14 ,15, 16.

I saw Jose from EP and some other dude doing an on sight interview. Saw a lot, and I mean an awful lot of people in costume, and quite a few scantily clad ladies as well. I had a lot of fun. My one complaint was it was way too crowded, and I couldn’t find anyone who could tell me where anything was. I missed out on the guidebook with the site map, so I just wandered about for 3 hours or so. I now MUST go to a proper Sandiego Comic-Con. Any takers??

Las Vegas: Oh the beautiful people…

Man, do I love Las Vegas. The place is an insane asylum open 24/7, and cooking at about 110 degrees during the day (At least in Mid August). I wonder just how many light bulbs there are on the strip? Anyone care to go and count for me? Ha. Maybe next time then.

I went for a brief vacation last month, during monsoon season no less (read: humidity, extreme temperatures, lightening storms and rain in the desert). I had a tonne of fun. I usually do. Listen to me, speaking like I have a summer condo there that I frequent, really I have only been twice. Once with my brothers, and the most recent trip was with my wife, one brother, several friends and some acquaintances. Both times I have gone I have had an awful lot of fun, mixed in with some very long plane trips, lay overs, delays and general disarray. Next time I’ll pay for the direct flight, non-stop there and back. I would however have no qualms about staying at Caesars Palace again, that was very nice on the inside. Not only that, but the AC was pumping good & strong the whole time too. Not to mention the fact that the pool was almost empty and very refreshing. (I’ll glaze over the fact that people sit & drink in it all day and never get out once).

The main point of the trip was to do some touristy things, like see the Hoover Dam (we went, it was hot, but beautiful) See below pictures for further insight
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. We didn’t stay long as we were on a tight schedule, and were heading off to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon as well. After a very long 5 hours of driving, and a sadly uneventful traipse along Historic Route 66 (the sucky end apparently) we made it to the largest hole in the ground I have ever seen. It is a bit more than that in reality, I just wasn’t in a terribly good mood at that point. Hungry, tired and I seriously needed to pee. After five hours of traveling we could only stay for 30 minutes or so before the sojourn back to Vegas, as some of our group had to catch a flight home back to Canada. (See below for more photo’s and possibly a video of the world’s prettiest ditch).
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The real reason my brother and I wanted to head back to Vegas, was because the first time we were really hyped up to go to a shooting range and fire off some massive guns, but one of our older brothers put the kybosh on that during our first trip. So back we came, and on the Saturday afternoon, we hopped into a cab from Caesars car port and made a beeline straight to The Gun Store. I made a point of firing two smaller hand guns and a sniper rifle, (the 1911, a 20-something, and a .223 sniper rifle with scope). It was awesome!. I sucked for the first 4 of six shots with the 1911, because I made the rookie mistake of sighting with only the rear end of the site and not following from stem to stern. I got much better after I realized this. Although, never having fired a hand gun before I did manage to hit the clip release on the grip while sighting up with the 20-something style hand gun. I felt rather stupid, but you live and you learn. Even with the weight and strain of a real fire arm I have a fairly tight grouping.

Zombie clowns had best beware, as I prefer the head shot at 30 paces. As long as they don’t move more than a foot from side to side swaying in the wind, similar to the targets in the enclosed range we were in, then I will be just fine.
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In fact I enjoyed myself so much, I am signing up to get my gun license here in Ontario, to go target shooting with a Springfield 30-o6 (or similar variation of) that I have got my eye on from the Pro-Bass Shop in Vaughn.

I’ll amend this later to add in the photos and
video. I’m tied up at home with a Hallowe’en costume project for my dog, and some Markham Fair art entries I have to start & finish for the end of the month.
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Ciao

Long Weekend Party Post…

Hey everyone, so it looks as though there is a long weekend coming down the pike, and I just had to share a fun image I put together in the spirit of all things “party”. Well as far as what the term party means to me anyway. So I say, enjoy the weather, the good friends, the great outdoors, music and refreshments in a safe and enjoyable manner.

If I could have worked my Moosehead Gibson Guitar into this I would have, but I think a flaming red Gibson is a very very close second (not too unlike my other Gibson for that matter).

Enjoy your time off, bask in the late summer suns glow, and raise yourself a Moosehead.

Cheers!

Mark R. Holyome

Oh yeah, and a big, huge, massive shout out to my friends ” The Good For Naughts“, who have a 19+ show coming up in Toronto later this month (August 16, 2012). The Doors open at 9:00 pm at the Smiling Buddha Bar, and a few other spectacular bands will be playing as well.  The Low Hanging Lights (www.lowhanginglights.com) and Jessica Speziale (www.jessicaspeziale.com). Cover at the door is a measly $5 bucks, so go, have a beverage and enjoy yourself with other like minded individuals.

You can contact me directly if you would like more info about the show.

Enjoy.

-M

The Problem with The News…

Well to be fair, it really isn’t all news sites. Just a few that have taken a turn for the worse lately. There is a reason why people used to pay for newspapers and journals and such in print format, it was for the knowledgeable writing done by professional journalists who had something to say, or thought you had a need to know. These intrepid individuals used to keep us riveted with exposés on this, that and always the “other”. But now, if I search on-line for news, I get reader submitted, hearsay and opinion, not facts and well… facts; with an objective bias. I want paid journalists not a glut of know-it-alls who feel free to postulate and guess about one thing or another, most of which they actually know very little about, and didn’t even bother to research. If I wanted your opinion I would ask for it, not have it pushed in front of me by the likes of CNN or whomever, and presented as fact. Although they have this handy little disclaimer buried away that says that CNN hasn’t done any fact checking, spell checking, grammar checking of any sort in relation to the articles (such as they are) that litter their news site.

Perhaps it is telling that E!, Entertainment Tonight and a few others are the main news source for several million people in North America. Are we so bored of the downward spiral that we really care about Tom/Kat’s divorce and require a play by play and weekly updates? Seriously? Perhaps that is just me. It must be easier to just bask in the dull glow of the instantaneous, rather than pay attention and follow along with what is going on in our own countries and abroad. Hey don’t get me wrong, i’m not all doom and gloom here, I like pop culture, music, and sci-fi big budget movies etc etc…They have their place and time, but not as a major story in the news (the Aurora event however is justified as news) I just think that the news should be full of facts, and maybe impart some knowledge, and rally people to a cause, or show us the folly of our ways or some such. I am a dreamer after-all.

Is it just me, or do there seem to be very few journalists or news organizations that are willing to ask those hard questions and call “bullshit” when they get the run around or evaded. How do we not have more people like Christopher Hitchens or Gore Vidal taking the world by storm? Why do we continue to give politicians the mic where they can speak for 90 minutes and not say anything. Rhetoric, and the filibuster are killing us softly. Who do you turn to for News people? Fox just makes me so mad, and I have no idea how it is that they don’t get sued more often after some of the things that come out of the mouths of their day time hosts. But to know where one side is exaggerating you have to watch the other, and then do some funny internal logic math and make an educated guess about where the factual truth lies somewhere in between. That’s why I enjoy The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, both of them are heavily biased, but towards humour, and not a partisan line. They aren’t journalists, they are funny-men that take a poke at the news and sadly enough, give us more facts than some proper news sources, along with some pretty scathing opinions of their own.

Where did all of the hard hitting news “Bastards” go, who were friends with everyone & no one because all they did was dig up everyone’s dirt and go public with it. I shall venture a guess that they were either gathered into the fold of one side or the other, where they learned to play along, or they ducked out early and couldn’t be bothered with the shenanigans anymore. Sadly, the likes of both Christopher Hitchens and Gore Vidal are dead, so no excuse required there.

That is my little rant about the idiocy of the average Joe’s opinion (the irony is not lost on me, but I at least don’t present my ramblings as fact, nor do my posts appear on News sites) being presented as fact by the current on-line media conglomerates.

-M

Searching with my good eye closed…For Inspiration in Design.

Some days this ingenious song lyric (Chris Cornell via Soundgarden) is how I feel about finding inspiration for new projects. As I have mentioned in previous posts, my day job, and one of my hobby’s is graphic design.

Now that’s a pretty big umbrella statement, as (GD) has a multitude of facets, and I am hardly a guru in all of them. Like they say, a jack of all trades is a master of none, so I’ve had to pull back on my desire to learn something useful about every single facet of graphic design and focus instead on a core group of skills that are near and dear to me. But at its heart, (GD) is still about producing artwork, perhaps not “Art” but commercial art nonetheless. No matter how hard I try I don’t ever feel like an artiste. Even though I make 100% of my living off of producing quality images, logos, compositions, type set pages etc etc… To me I don’t feel like an artist. I may well be more artistic than the average bear, but I don’t dress all in black, nor do I walk about covered in paint/ink/chalk, nor do I wear a beret or act particularly bohemian. (I know that is a fairly stereotypical account of what an artiste is, but it’s a hard image to break inside my own head). I’m also a pretty shallow person (in mind set) I’m not all that concerned with symbolism, reading between the lines, undertones or subtext. I’m… for lack of a better turn of phrase; blunt. Like a grey cinderblock. Perhaps because I have eschewed the preposterousness of pretension I feel like I’m not an artist. I also have very little creative control over the substance of what I produce, except for where the item(s) are for myself. Artistic integrity is a luxury I can’t afford at this stage. Not to say that some things don’t rankle my bones, and make me spitting mad, but my job is to produce what others have asked for, in the format they have asked for it. Perhaps those high level agency types know what it is like to be able to walk away from a project over “creative differences” or “artistic integrity”. I don’t quite have the weight to throw around like that just yet.

Back to my main point, which is, searching for and finding inspiration. A real creative spark. I personally have no formula to follow, no checklist to run down in order to find that spark of life which will turn an average idea into something that really gets people talking, or creates a very visceral response. I am not even all that superstitious, so I don’t have the luck to believe that wearing the same socks, or hat or sitting in the same chair will bring that feeling back. So some times that fabulous little spark finds me, and some times I do what I can without it.

So then, what does searching with your good eye closed mean? I don’t actually try to look at stuff with my eyes closed, that’s preposterous… well unless it was a tactile object meant to be experienced, touched, interacted with, rather than just observed… but you hardly close your eyes and touch a poster (scratch & sniff excepted here). It is a whole lot like reading a page while not paying attention to it. Your brain is reading the items, but the words flow in one eye and out the other (I almost said in one eye and out your mother, but that’s another Soundgarden inside joke). You sort of know you read the words but you didn’t take in all in, you just weren’t all that present while you read it. You were on a sort of distracted auto-pilot. Then you have to go back and actually re-read it again (This idea isn’t new, by any means. Any sociology text book or phycology text will have a far better explanation of this than I will ever put down in words.) But what I mean is, there are a whole lot of times when I am searching for inspiration under time constraints, and rather than soak up the nuances of the research materials I’ve gathered for a project, I’m glossing over them and missing that … that, I don’t know, just that “THING” that jumps out at you, akin to a mental domino in your brain that falls against something else and begins to snowball and before you know it your synapses are firing like mad and a picture is forming in your head, and you just start pouring work out onto the page. That excited rush of ideas crashing over you in waves, some of them so fast and furious you don’t even have the time to get them out onto the page before they have slipped out of reach again, but you have flashes of them still, which you cling to and work off of. If I’m lucky a few of those little snippets are enough to bring the idea back into my conscience thought  as a whole idea and I can take it even further. Other times I’m left with parts of a good idea, but have to really work to unify them, or pull them apart and use them piece-meal elsewhere.

In order to be (oh god, I am going to say this, Ugh) “open” to finding inspiration, I need to really take the time to look, and see what is in front of me. Not just view it absently, but really take the precious time to not watch the clock, not be consumed by the deadline, and just look, think and brainstorm. Sounds really hokey, and wishy-washy I’m sure.  But it happens to me, I get so tied up in the technical details that I don’t take the much needed time to really look and see. I have to just keep reminding myself to come back to it with fresh eyes, and positive outlook.

But, you say, even when I have the time and am really aware of myself and my subject matter, there is no guarantee that I will find the inspiration I seek. Yes, sadly that is true. I have no real insight into helping anyone else with this same issue. But perhaps you are taking a breather right now while reading this. That might be all the help you need.

I always feel just a little bit better after putting things down on paper.

-M

My baby is coming home.

So about a month ago I was playing my guitar in an empty warehouse at work when I had a real shitty accident. My guitar slid off of my makeshift stage and sheared the headstock almost clean off. I was not amused. I took it rather well considering the damage that was done. I guess after a solid 90 minutes of rocking out at ten thousand decibels (I jest it was probably closer to 110) I was all played out and didn’t fly into a rage or throw a tantrum. I had a few choice words to say but can you blame me!?!

Anyway I just got the call that my Moosehead Custom Painted Gibson Studio Guitar was ready to come back home. I am thrilled to bits. My guess is that the 100+ degree warehouse and the 100% humidity worked its evil magic on my guitar and snapped its neck pretty cleanly after it took its tumble.

Warning bad language used (but not much).

Any way I will be glad to have it back. For anyone else that wants to see how it looks here is a photo. It is broken in the image.

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That is all for now. So go rock out and enjoy music if you are able.

Brief update: The repaired guitar is back in my hands at home, and plays like a charm once more. A big shout out & thank you to the repair guys at Long & Mcquade.
-M

Collections: What’s the lure?

I have a confession to make, and it isn’t one that I make lightly. But here goes:

I have a knack for collecting things, or perhaps it’s just a weakness of mine. I have collected all sorts of items over my lifetime (well, at least since I’ve had a job anyway, which means I started at about age 12). I have collections of; books, music books, comic books, toys, movies, music, video games and a small number of musical instruments). I’m pretty lucky as my wife shares at least some of my interests at heart, mainly books, movies and some video games (yeah she’s pretty awesome that way).

What I’m getting at is that I can never seem to want just one of anything (well my wife excluded, I’m not from Utah, a Mormon, nor do I have an interest in being polyamorous). So I have a huge array of Spawn Toys, and some polystone statues, the newest of which showed up at the house this week from a great place called Side Show Collectibles [this is what really got me to thinking about just how much of my life has been spent collecting]. So here we are at the heart of the matter, as I said previously I can’t seem to ever own just one of anything, and now I have the “bugg” again. I spelled that with two g’s because it isn’t a disease for me (I can stop at will & I do for long periods of time), nor is it a stomach virus I am speaking about. I wish I could say that I am in-thrall of pop culture items, or that I have a need to archive and curate such oddities, but the truth is, I get this weird internal desire to just “have” stuff. Mind you this stuff looks awesome, and has incredible detailing, paint jobs, clothes, weapons etc etc… but I digress.

So this is how the story plays out for me, perhaps it is the same for you. You stumble across something in a store/catalogue/on-line/at a friends house or at a convention (whatever!!) and you have some room in your budget to pick up an item that really gets you excited. Then you see what other companies have to offer, and pretty soon, you’re weighing one item against another, planning for more purchases, rationalizing with yourself over possible purchases, and then either you go a little crazy and later suffer some buyers remorse, or you snap a lid on that “bugg” real friggin’ quick and move on. I’m getting better at snapping a lid on it and moving on, after all I’m not made of money, and I have a crazy ass dog; who likes to sink his teeth into things that we love, hell even the way he chews his own hind legs gets pretty ghastly if he has an itch he just can’t quite scratch.

The thing I wished I’d had available when I was younger was Youtube, yup it has come in handy when squelching your need to own everything in sight. I’m pretty fond of “Hot Chix Cool Toys” 1/6 scale toy reviews, as a means to seeing neat items up close and personal, hearing all about it, but not having to pay $200-300 bucks for that un-boxing rush of new item coolness.

The items I do have are pretty cool, and I have every intention of displaying them in my home when the time is right. As it stands now I wouldn’t bother displaying every single piece, some of the items have lost limbs and accessories or been damaged over the years. Every so often I find an item that catches my eye and I just start to assemble large volumes of it, I have a small collection of War Hammer 40K items, which I spent many hours painting, but have never played a single game with (I probably don’t even have an army to skirmish with, as I bought the cool alien species, Orks, Tyranids, Cadian forces blah blah blah…) I’d be more interested in building a detailed diorama and setting them up on it, rather than rolling dice and going to WAAAAAAGH with them anyway.

Not to mention that I also have a large collection of paintings which I have done, and now that I spend so much more time working on a computer in my particular field of expertise, namely graphic design, I have a substantial collection of personal Photoshop Composites building up on my hard drive[s] (yes plural). On the downside I don’t paint with acrylic’s at all any more. I have a few canvas’ left, but I have just become so enamored with HDR style Photoshop compositing. To be honest, I can’t even really remember the last time I stayed up all night, or even into the evening to draw some comic book pages, or pin-up art. No, scratch that, I was taking life drawing classes again at the end of last year and it was taking a real long time for me to remember any tips & tricks I had learned as an avid comic book artist from my teenage years. (Crohn’s Disease did a real good job of keeping me in my room/house for days & weeks on end as a pre-teen, so drawing was a great way to escape & explore beyond my bedroom walls). But that was life drawing of human nude models and not anything comic book related.

Some of you might think I have collectors ADHD, and that is probably true. I can get bored with stuff fairly quickly. Although now I am getting more comfortable saying that collecting is my hobby and not a habit.

But, whatever, I like to collect stuff.

Vampires. Not the sparkling kind.

So I usually don’t do as much sweet stuff for my wife as I probably should. Although in my defence I can’t draw or paint flowers particularly well. So since I have had such a quiet few days at home this week I thought I would attempt a modern and violent looking vampire piece with images that I had readily available. I prefer my vampire the oldschool Way with blood and gore and castles and gloomy villages. But, alas, I don’t have any of those types of images on hand, so without further ado I give you my interpretation of modern blood sucking vampires in expensive clothing in an abandoned warehouse. ( A tad specific you say?, well… so).

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Pour vous.
-M