We climb into the back yard of a quarry. At first it's no big deal. We're behind what seems to be an abandoned mill house. Take a few pictures. I climb up a ladder to the roof to see what's up there. We're still pretty covered but more exposed than behind the building. Stairs to the left lead up to a dark room, another ladder to the right leads to an even more exposed roof. Take a few pictures on the middle roof. We want to head up the stairs, but I hesitate this is the most exposed we could be. We take them as quickly as we can without making too much sound, and slip into the room. Heart thumping through my chest. From in here I can here thumping from somewhere below us. I start to freak, thinking maybe someone is working down there. My friend notices and calmly says "It's just the wind". This doesn't comfort me. I walk around while he grabs as many pictures as he can. He has a DSLR camera. Mine is film, so I take one or two in this room. I realize how constricting my prime lens is; it's hardly capturing the whole picture I would like it too. I try to write down how I feel through this whole time but my heart is pumping adrenaline through my whole body and it's hard to keep my hand steady enough to write anything. Thirty minutes pass and we got what we came for. We speed down the stairs not worry about the noise this time. If anyone had seen us or heard us it would have happened already. Go to the more exposed roof just to see if there are any good spots. I feel trapped like a rat in a corner with no escape. I have to get back down as quickly as possible. Leave the way we came. Sigh of relief, I feel like I've been holding my breath so I compensate with a few deep ones. On are way back we pass an abandoned building surrounded by trees. We decide to take a look. Step through some over growth. I feel much more relaxed, more casual. This looks more like a old auto repare place. The front of a truck sits outside rusting away slowly. Tires litter the yard along with sheet metal once used for the roofing. Inside the building is pretty interesting. I take more pictures here, wishing I had a DSLR instead of a film one. Hope these all turn out good. I also really wish I had a fisheye lens or a wide angle to get more of what I see.

I love making up stories.

Maybe I'll get a sketch up later.

I haven't been drawing much. Mainly writing but that counts in by book, my sketchbook that is HA HA [sorry i get the lame jokes from my uncle ;)]. So here they are.







BTW! I finished this sketchbook today! WOOT! This rarely happens

an extremely edited version of the cover of one of my sketchbooks, so that you can see some of the writing I do on it. I wonder if anyone can read it... I write over stuff I have already written so there are multiple layers of writing there...

A few paintings

HELL-O EVERY-ONE! This is, again, a sad post with no pictures. I have been working though, somewhat, and at the same time I haven't been working nearly enough. I have been playing Halo way too much. Sometimes I think about it while I'm in class, studying, drawing, working, while I'm with my girlfriend. Sometimes I try to get home as fast as I can to play it; like from school or when I'm with friends or my girlfriend (hope you don't get too mad at me love). I wake up thinking about it; wondering what the new challenges for today will be. The point is that it's bad. I need to stop thinking about it so much so that I can focus more on the important things. It needs to become a much smaller part in my life.

Whoo! (wipes sweat from brow) Now that I got that off my chest... I have been working on a project for one of my design classes. We have to take an animal and combine it with a man made object. I started out knowing exactly what I wanted to do, which isn't good. We were supposed to "brainstorm" and come up with something like 20-40 random combinations. Then take all those ideas and narrow them down to 10-20 combinations that you could possibly end up doing. From that, take 4 good ideas and flush them out with sketches all the way to coloring them (these colored ones will be turned in next to the final project to show some of the progression of your work). Finally, after doing all this, from those 4 pick one to do a whole environment for. This is not how my thinking process went. Mine was more like this. I will do a heron and a crane. Crap. Now I have to work backwards and come up with three more not as good ideas (buffalo cruise ship, jellyfish television (I like this one), bee cement mixer). Crap now I have to come up with 6-16 more vague ideas, that I wont even sketch. See how much easier the first way would have been. Anyways I have been working on the small sketches and now I am doing full sketches with color of my 4 main ideas. All of them but the buffalo cruise ship have the possibility of being my final illustration.

With that said I am also trying to finish a painting I started before summer vacation, so that I can donate it to a group of friends that are having an art sale to raise money for a mission trip they are going on. I am also wanting to start a painting on an empty spray paint can. I know it is kinda cliche but I want to so I will.

On a side note (this has to be the longest freaking post ever) I have been getting these bouts of extreme dizziness and light headed-ness. So extreme that it has prevented me on going to hike Hemmed In Hallow with my best friend, which really sucks.

Until my next post (which with be much shorter and have pictures for you to feast your eyes upon) enjoy,
Kyle

Some drawings. I know you have already seen one, but I scanned it. I don't know why I've been drawing jellyfish...

I'm sitting here in my room relaxing to some awesome instrumental rock on Pandora. I have been thinking about a lot lately, but not really getting anywhere with these thoughts. I wonder what I'll do after college. Will I leave this town that I have lived in my whole life? If I do will I become a different person? Will I be able to adapt to that kind of change? What if I don't leave this town? Will I live the same life I'm living now? Will everything stay the same; never changing for better or for worse? I wonder about who I am. Am I really who I think and say I am? Have I hid behind a mask for so long that I don't even realize I'm still hiding? I say I know who I am, but do I? Then I think about my relationships. Will I ever be able to balance them? Will I ever truly be a servant of God, or will I just keep looking for the answer and never taking any action?

Just a few of the questions bombarding my brain.
Kyle

I'm sitting at Heroes coffee keeping one of my friends company while he works. There is a girl here singing and playing the guitar. She has a beautiful voice.


Here is a picture that I drew while my friend worked and I listened to the music.



and here is a video of Madi Walker singing a song about my friend while he worked lol. I didn't get the whole thing thought :( and I hope he doesn't hate me.

Here is one of the idea's I got from Pinocchio. The other one didn't turn out as goo because I based it too much on a reference picture.

I have a new picture, but it hasn't been scanned yet. I will post it in about an hour and a half. That hour and a half is now up.
here are some helmet/skulls/mask thing-a-ma-bobs



I have also come up with a few new ideas for the next few days. I got the ideas yesterday while watching Pinocchio, which I fell asleep during. I plan on watching it again, and not falling asleep, to, maybe, come up with a few more ideas. You should just be really excited about my next drawings, just sayin'.

Have a great week,
Kyle

Let me just start out by saying I haven't forgotten you guys. The main reason I didn't post anything the past few days is because they have been pretty hectic. This past week was full of last minute changes to projects, last minute cramming for tests, and what little free time I had was spent with my girlfriend, and maybe a little bit of Halo (you have to fit stress relief in there somewhere). With all of that I was unable to get back to the library to scan anything. Enough with the excuses. Thursday I was looking around a thrift store and happened upon a typewriter. I have been wanting one for a while now. The only thing was, it was an electric one. I really wanted an old mechanical one. I carried it around while I continued to look. I was over by some shoes when I heard clink clink clink ding! Then a boy said to his sister "It's my turn!" I looked over and they were fighting over the exact thing I was just thinking about, the old mechanical typewriter. I watched and waited until their mother took them away to look at clothes. I rushed over and examined it to make sure there was no major damage. I couldn't see anything that was too bad, a few disconnected keys, a bent striker nothing I couldn't fix. I went ahead and bought it for only 7 dollars! The rest of that night was spent fixing the bent striker and figuring out how it all worked. I've been typing a story on it and I love it!

Now I am working on an animation for one of my classes. 10 seconds with 12 frames per second 120 frames. I will make sure to get a picture or two up sometime this week.

until then,
Kyle