Heh

I think there's something truly wrong with me. And I really need to take a cold hard look at myself to fix it.

Third Place...Kinda

Murder By Death announced the winners today for their Split EP cover art contest. Sadly, I didn't make it but I'm not upset by that. They choose 2 winners and the art is actually really fucking sweet. They also posted up all the entries which I thought was cool. It seems that they posted the entries from best to worst (at least thats what I think, because as you go along the list they get really shitty). But there is a lot of great art work in there and I have to give these guys a lot of credit. I'm also very excited because if my theory is correct, then I technically got third place. So that made my day.

Thats pretty much it for now....

Maybe I should actually get back to drawing something and not bullshit?


-Davel

There is a lot of snow outside...

I think it's funny that I started this entry about 2 days ago and just haven't touched it. Weird. It finally started to snow, which is great. Well, not when I have to work in it, but at least it's starting to feel like fucking Christmas. We haven't put a tree up since it's a mess in this house. It still depresses me that I haven't had a tree for Christmas for like...maybe 3 years. Could be 4, I don't remember. The 18th was the anniversary that my grandfather died. Still feels like he's on extended vacation. That explains why when I found out he died, I just went downstairs and jerked off. But then again, I was 17 at the time and it was just routine.

Today I had a Christmas party with my friends at Bradley's house, which was great. Last years party was a fucking disaster that I hate reliving. But I can't deny that it makes for a funny story. Speaking of which, it seems like life is missing out on it's funny stories for me. I feel like I have accomplished anything in a while. Even though I did achieve my goal of ending up on NotCot.com (twice!), I'm talking about something more...meaningful I guess is the word I'm looking for. I'm looking for a real story to tell and I haven't had the experience it needs to be told. I'm not sure if that made sense or not. By the way, it feel's really good to vent a bit via a blog. I recently just went through all my blogs dateing back to like '04. Jesus Christ, I was such a fucking tool. It was embarassing reading the shit I wrote back then. Reliving the growing pains is weird. I guess it's a good thing I grew out of it. At least I think I'm out of it. Who knows.

I need to get off my ass and draw more. Write more too. Maybe that needs top priority. I actually need to take off my suite first. I'm wearing a suite. Why? Well, why not?


-Davel

Crazy Fucking People

Here's a good story for you guys. This just proves my theory that I'm living in some sort of horror movie or FUCKED UP psychological thriller. So today at work I arrive to the apartment where I'm suppose to walk Casey. As soon as I close the door behind me, the fucking door bell rings. I open the door and it's this old lady.

She looks at me and says in a very eerie voice "Oh it's you....". Mind you I've never, EVER, met this woman in my life. She decides to start this conversation with "Oh it's you". So that already had me going what the fuck way before the shit really hits the "are you fucking serious?" fan. Casey then walks next to me and starts to rub her head against my knee like most dogs do. And the old lady starts to fucking freak out and begins breathing deeply.

She looks at me and says "No...this isn't it. Not him. I don't want it near me. I didn't want it", while covering her face with her hands still talking in that creepy old woman voice. The whole time this woman was talking my jaw was literally dropping as I processed what the fuck she was saying. At that point I just closed the door on her and proceeded to ask myself, "what the fuck...?".

The whole thing was very unsettling. Especially since a few weeks ago I was in an elevator, going to walk another dog and an automated message starts playing on the speaker inside the elevator. It was some lady telling me that they've sent notifications to my home about taking care of my debts and I need to make it my top priority before they take action. The message cut off and I ran out of the elevator. So I wonder whats in store for me next. Maybe I'll find a baby in a field that turns out to be to reincarnation of an ancient God?


Nah.


-Davel

Cover Art Contest

I just finished up a new piece for a cover art contest. Murder By Death are hosting it, so I'm a little excited about it. Nervous too. They've been one of my favorite bands since I was in high school. It seems so long ago but it's only been about 5 years maybe. I can't fucking count.

The deadline is today at noon. Luckily I finished it 2 days ago. It's a shocker, I know. I usually don't finish things of this caliber until the VERY last minute. Chalk it up to second guessing myself throughout the whole process.

To say that this piece drove me crazy is an understatement. Due to my adoration for the band, I had to get everything right. If it wasn't, then why bother sending it? Luckily I love the final version and I'm hoping it gets chosen. Fingers crossed.

In other news, I was sick all week and now I think I might get sick again just as soon as I started feeling better...fuck





-Davel

Dear Blog

It's the wee hours of the morning and I'm sitting here listening to old school Murder By Death, bored out of my mind. Although the music is keeping me a bit entertained. I think thats about all I have to say for now.

I'm drawing again

True story.

Vehicular Manslaughter

Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone with my car (Blanche Dubois)...yet. It's only a matter of time before that happens, but today wasn't that day! I did come close though. As I was driving to Guttenburg to go walk another dog, this drunk walks into the middle of the road and just stands there while looking at my car. I slam on the breaks because the dude starts walking towards the car and eventually to my window. He says something to me in spanish which I should have understood considering that I'm Cuban (A terrible Cuban because I can't speak spanish anymore :(. The spanish community now hates me) but he just walks away as I tell him to go fuck himself. I sped off as quickly as I could when he got near the car in fear of getting car jacked...again.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure he was wasted because when I looked in the rear view mirror he was stumbling around in the road. So even if I did kill him, I wouldn't feel as bad. Until that night I'm sleeping in my jail cell, crying myself to sleep.

In other news, today I realized that I had accomplished my dream of being on www.notcot.org. Now this happened a few months ago and it didn't hit me until today that being featured on that site was a goal I wanted to accomplish by the time I was 24. High five for me! But now I'm greedy. I want more! So here's the new goal, I need to get back on it. Thus my new project must begin soon or else...I'll just never do it. Details on that soon, promise. Anyway, It's time for me to depart. The VP debates are about to begin and I desperately need to see Sarah Palin drown in her own stupidity.

Later.


-Davel

Babies: A Plague Upon This Nation

It really drives me up the fucking wall when a parent must bring a baby to go see a fucking movie. Especially if the movie is PG-13 or R. Now I'm sure this is a problem that many people have ranted about and now it's my turn to go ape shit over it. So today's adventure began when my girlfriend and I decided to go to the movies to check out Eagle Eye since it started raining at the festival we were at. Now from what I could gather, the movie was pretty cool for what it was. But I think I could have gotten into it waaaaaay more if it hadn't been for the baby 5 rows above us, crying for I don't know...90% of the fucking movie.

Now I understand what most people might say. Parents have to get out sometimes especially when there is a new born. It's essential, so they don't go stark raving mad. But I don't see why they can't hire a fucking baby sitter or at least leave the fucking baby with a family member. Be courteous to the other people in the theater who forked up 11 bucks to go see a fucking movie. I'm pretty sure the baby doesn't want to see Shia Le'bouf as much as you do.

What really got under my skin though was the fact that the parent did not even leave the theater to calm down the kid. They just sat there, letting the baby cry, for the whole entire fucking movie. Come on. COME. ON. No really, dialogue that will explain the plot to me doesn't really matter anyway. I just like watching explosions. Thats what I paid to see. Explosions. Explosions and the cries of infants. Thats how I love to spend my sundays. If I had known that the sound track to Eagle Eye was going to be babies crying, I would have gone home and jerked off into a tissue. Which to me, is more productive. But I guess it doesn't really matter since parents will keep doing this. Nothing will change. Idiots still roam the earth. Oh well. I gave my 2 cents.

In other news, I just finished my portrait of David Cross. I think it depicts him pretty well if I do say so myself.

Rumblings from the desk

Well it's Thursday, the week is almost over. I've been keeping myself occupied with The Office. Never really knew why I don't sit down and watch it more often. By the way, this is a pointless entry to distract me as I procrastinate a new illustration. I'm trying to get the colors down but fuck, it just doesn't look right. It's frustrating ya know.

This week has been pretty mellow. Hopefully this weekend some cataclysmic event will occur to keep me up and running with a purpose. But nothing serious like a terrorist attack. I'm talking about something more along the lines of an alien invasion, something along those lines. Maybe even a giant monster boxing match in the hudson river. I'd have an amazing view of that.

It's ideas like that, that make me wish A-list directors would be make entertaining shorts of that sort of thing happening. Like if Spielberg made a 10 minute short film about two giant mutants in the middle of a dog fight. I'd pay to see that. Fuck, maybe I should just make it myself. There's my goal for the weekend.

Make low-budget monster movie.

Post Art Show

Well it's Monday now and I started work on a new illustration. Not sure when it will be done, but hopefully by the end of the week. The art show last Friday was great. It had a huge turn out. Granted, most of the people that came showed up for boose, but it did attract a good amount of passerbyers. I sold a few things too which was a big surprise to me and a big joy. But overall it was awesome. Hanging out with the guys and a few friends, tossing down some brew, it was nice. Hopefully the next show will be at a bar, whenever that is.

I actually had something important to say early but I totally fucking forgot. Thats what I get for waiting too long and being a douche bag.

Sowwie.


-Davel

The Court Tavern

I've been a little quiet as of late. Apologies. I've been trying to get my affairs in order. In any case, I'm proud to announce that I'll be participating in a new art show on Sept. 12th at The Court Tavern in New Brunswick NJ. It should be a fun. Some bands will be playing there and I'll be joined by my two close friends Ish and Rosemary. Framed work will be for sale as well as prints and shirts! More news later, I'm a little tired today.

P.S.
Fuck you fat guy that sat behind me during Hamlet 2.

-Davel

Shots

I've been meaning to write a blog about the last piece I did, but never got around to it until today. I finished it a couple of days ago, it was a quick drawing session. Which I seem to be doing more and more. I came across some old pictures of some parties I went to not to long ago with some old friends. So I wanted to draw something that reflected the way I was during that time and address a fear I had as I went through it.

There are also some themes of bonding with your friends or even people that you don't really know, over a drink. I chose to express this with the colors of the hands. I usually work in RGB so I found it to be a great way to show a common link between these people. I also named it Rum, Gin & Brandy just because I thought it was cute. This illustration might be hung at my next artshow which will be September 12th. I'll post more details about that soon along with some other interesting news.

Later


-Davel

It's Wednesday...

Yesterday I completed a new illustration, which was done in record time. To be honest, I don't know if it was record time, but it was finished pretty fast. Pretty fast in my world means a day. It's a lovely picture of one of the greatest singers of our time, Morrissey. Once again, trying something new. The majority of the picture is black,white and gray. His eyes are the only thing that have color. I felt it was appropriate to color his eyes since they make me weak in the knees.

I posted the picture everywhere so I'm waiting for feedback on it.

The shirts are coming soon, I promise.

Later


-Davel

Green Tea In The Morning

Haven't really posted up anything in a while. I've been waiting for good news to roll in but I'm bored and this place has been lacking in updates, so I'll toss some your way. The shirt's are coming out great, we're just working on a few more designs before we start whoring ourselves out. Money is big issue with the delay.

I recently found a great framing warehouse and print shop to do all my work. So prints of my illustrations and designs will be available to purchase VERY soon. Plus I have framed artwork thats going to be sold.

A few friends of mine are working on putting an art show at a bar with a few bands playing in the stage area. That should be entertaining and hopefully not as sucky as my first art show. I shit you not, it was a disaster. But it won't really matter anyway because I'm pretty sure I'll be shit faced this time around.

Later

-Davel

NOTCOT!!

On a side note, I just found out that my illustration entitled "Never Telling The Odds" has been featured on NotCot.org! You have no idea how excited I am right now. I'm a big big fan of the site and to see my artwork on their is like....I can't come up with a good analogy but it's fucking awesome! So please, go check it out and rate it. It's a great site too. If you're ever bored on the internet (Which happens to me a lot) go there, you'll love it.


www.notcot.org

Fuck you North Bergan Police Department and any local tow truck services in the area of North New Jersey

So today I want to share you the wonderful experience I just went through about 2 hours ago. I'm on my way home from Clifton, driving in a bad storm. Now, I know people are probably going to tell me I shouldn't be driving out in the rain, but all I have to say to that is fuck you. I'm not going to let weather dictate my life. So I'm driving home and I slow down to take this curve on the highway. Mind you, this curve has no lights and its pitch black and fucking raining. I'm looking at the road, I'm going around the curve slow, nothing out of the ordinary. The road looks wet from the rain, whatever. I accelerate out of the turn. I then hit the biggest fucking puddle on the face of the earth. It was like a tiny ocean. Dolphins and all.

I hydroplane into the middle of the road and my car shuts off. At this point in time, it seems that every car in north jersey had been following me and proceeded to break behind me and honk. Luckily for me a tow truck came about a minute later and pushed me to the side of the road where another gentleman was waiting, who had a similar problem. I talked to the tow truck guy who said he wasn't going to move us until he called the cops to block off the road so he didn't get it.

I call my mom to let her know what happened and she then informs me that I have a "Road Side Assistance Plan" on my cell phone, which I had never known about until this moment in time. The tow truck then decides to leave, and I am left alone with the two other dudes in the other car, under a dark bridge, ready to get hit by another car at a moments notice. Luckily that didn't happen. Long story short, Road side called me and said they were going to get a tow truck out to get me but they never came. Also, they tried to reach several other tow truck companies but they didn't want to come get me and my fellow "worse case scenario" comrad. They then call the cops and they never show up. The tow truck, road side assistance, and even my own mother called the police...and they still didn't show.

I was under that bridge for about an hour and a half. Eventually the man in the other car got his son to come and give him a boost and he went on his merry way. They did try to help me, so I want to thank the 2 dudes in the car and the one guys son for helping a shmuck like me. I also want to thank the 3 other people who pulled over to make sure I was alright. It's good to know that there are people out there who aren't total scumbags. I eventually got home after letting the engine dry a bit. And then a half hour after being home...the fucking cops call me to see if I need help. So I just want to thank the North Bergan Police Department for letting me sit on a very dangerous curve, next to a very big puddle. And not setting up a road block so this won't happen or to prevent a car from hydroplaning into mine thus wrecking it. Or even to send a tow truck to come get me before I get brutally and savagely rapped by a Yeti.

No seriously...it's cool. I enjoy being left out in the rain with my car ready to get smashed like a horny tramp on prom night. I think it's awesome that North Bergan is about 5 minutes away from where I was and they did absolutely jack shit to help someone out. But it's cool, you and tow truck guys must be biffles or something. Thats the only way to explain the level of douche baggery that both of you displayed this evening.

Atleast the Yeti would have kept me company.


-Davel

Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder

So saturday night I began working on a drawing of Han solo (The Man) and I finished working on it this afternoon. I've been wanting to tackle an iconic figure of that magnitude for a very long time. Especially someone from Star Wars. I actually drew a full Han but cropped it after I colored and tweaked it a bit. The drawing didn't really look like Han that much but once I began to paint it via photoshop cs3, it began to look more like Harrison Ford..but a little drunk. Which is always a good thing.

With this piece I tried something a little different. It's really refreshing and challenging to keep things looking different. But thats half the fun. You can expect more characters from the saga to appear around here. For now, I would love to hear some feedback.

Later

-Davel

Cinema At It's Finest

I'm not going to write a long review about this movie because chances are, you've read about 80 thus far. But I need to express at how satisfied I am after watching The Dark Knight. So satisfied that if I hear someone bad mouth it, I will deck them in the face, ignoring any and all consequences. That being sad, I highly suggest you go watch The Dark Knight and be amazed at it's multi-layered awesomness. Not only does it break the mold of the comic book/ superhero genre, it dives head first into crime drama genre, and it mixes everything in like a nice warm stew. I would love to get into why it was so amazing, but then I would be ruining the movie going expereince for you. This is film. This is what movies are supposed to be like. So please, go out there, expereince movie magic at its finest. And please, PLEASE, spend your money on watching this and not renting "Meet The Spartans".

I can't believe they're still making shitty movies like that...god help us all.


Later


-Davel

Dr, Horrible, You're Actually Quite Pleasant

So I came across this at the beginning of the week and it is just awesome. I've been a big Joss Whedon fan for a long time and this is some of his best work. It's really funny and it has a great story. Overall, it's truly rad. So I suggest to everyone go watch it (I'm talking to the 5 people that actually read this blog) and support it. Rock out the banner, as if it were your cock.

Later




-Davel

Maybe I Am Going Crazy?

Last night I had another weird dream. Sadly, no Batman. It began with me wondering into my basement and discovering a new staircase leading somewhere below my house. Now, ever since I was a kid, I always though that this huge white house at the end of my street had secret tunnels under it. I don't know why, but I always thought it did. The house is fucking huge. Anyway, the staircase was old and was made of rusted metal and old warped wood. I went down the stairs and it took me to what look like a large factory with tunnels connecting to it and going in different directions. There had to be more than a dozen tunnels. Everything was old and covered in dirt and dust. The air was heavy and stale.

I walked around for a bit and saw a lot of old work stations and sewing machines, along with pipes and random items scattered along the floor. Notebooks, pens, cloths, that sort of thing. I look down one hallway with a high ceiling that connected to part of the factory and I see 2 men. One was a tall lanky gentleman, the other was a midget. The taller man starts to run and the midget rides away with him on his wooden tricycle.

I chase them down the hallway and into the black void of the factory hallway. I remember stopping because I didn't hear them anymore and was scared shitless because I didn't know if they stopped to hide and attack me. I walk further and realize that to my left was a room that resembled one of the french rooms you see at The Met. It had that french Renaissance decor. I see the midget and he runs into what looks like a really wide fireplace. I chase him into it but he's gone. Mind you the room is dirty as fuck and has cloths scattered everywhere. There's also false light coming in through the curtains, like someone proped a light to make it seem like it's natural sunlight.

I press my hand against the end of the fireplace, having crawled into it's deep opening. I press my hand against it again and realize that the backpeice moves upward. I open it and run into yet another hallway. I've entered a mansion. It seems that a giant home was built into the factory, but still under ground. With many rooms with false light. I find the tiny man in yet another room and chase him into the closet. I remember this vividly because part of me wanted him to attack me but I tried so hard to control my dream and to change the outcome. I ended up attacking him and then woke up.

I have no idea what this means, but holy fuck, I'm totally writing a story about it.

Later

-Davel

I May Have A Blogging Problem

Ok so this morning I finished a new illustration entitled "Tanked". I was having some doubts about putting it up or not, I think it has something to do with the fact that yellow is not my favorite color in the world, but I did feel the need to use yellow. Expect some tweaking, I see it coming soon. Maybe just to fix the shade of yellow to something lighter, who knows. Anyway, I don't have any pictures of the new shirts because I want to make a few more and iron out the kinks in the shirt making process before I get ahead of myself and show the world what I have to offer. I promise, they look bad ass and would totally rock them everyday of my life.

Anyway, I want to talk more about "Tanked". I wanted to draw something that reminded me the way I would feel when I used to get hammered. It was like a fluid heavy feeling, it was odd. So I came up with this. The circles and all the bubbles in the back represent the alcohol rushing to your head and giving you that woozy feeling. I also used the likeness of someone I know, who I thought was a great representation of a drunk, as fucked up as that sounds. It's not a direct likeness but it was definitely inspired by him and his antics. It's weird because I do like it but I feel weird about it. To tell you the truth I think it's because I pumped this out within 4 or 5 hours as opposed to a year of working on it from time to time. Which is an interesting/terrible way of working.

Working that way always gave me time to see around every corner and inspect every little inch of a peice. So I'm second guessing myself because I'm not working in that kind of time frame, which isn't good at all because I could be doing a lot in that time. Be wary of how you choose to take on your endevours.

EDIT: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to add the picture. I'm fucking stupid.

Later

-Davel

Making T-Shirts Rules!

I spent the better part of the day shopping/preparing to make shirts. And I finally fucking nailed it. It was awesome to see one of my designs on a shirt and on a messenger bag. I also had some bangin' chinese food. It had fucking peanuts in it, which is a strange and beautiful concept to me. So yeah, pictures are coming soon once I tweak around with the process and get a good camera. So be on the look out for my domination of your apparel!


Later

-Davel

Making T-Shirts Sucks

No, not really. That's a fucking lie. As a matter of fact, I haven't even made one yet. I'm fucking stuck trying to start to whole damn process. So I recently learned how to screen press at one useing some designs from Pearl Paint. I suggest going there because A.C. Moore is a lying bitch of a store and doesn't carry a goddamn thing that you would use for this project.

So I got all the supplies and followed all the steps but I'm pretty sure I fucked up somewhere along the beginning, thus screwing up the whole process. I've been working on it for 3 days and have gotten zero results. So this weekend, I'm going to start from the very beginning and try again.

So I'll have pics up on here soon of the designs or the shirts with the designs or people wearing the shirts with the designs, or quite possibly me nude. You pick.

Later.


-Davel

The Things I See

So I just got back home from walking dogs all day and on my last walk, I took the dog down the street near this park that is also a dog run. On my way there I see a dude that looks like he's pooping on the grass. I've had a major headache all day so I'm thinking I'm just seeing things. I get closer to investigate and it turns out, the guy was actually taking a shit. In public. In a park. On a major street.

He then proceeded to wipe himself with his own shirt....

Another day in the life of Dave.


Later.


-Davel

Sexual Identity Crisis

I forgot to mention that yesterday I received some very disturbing news from my overly observant girlfriend. She informed me that my cat of two years, Squeegee, was not a female and was in fact a male.

My world proceeded to crumble around me like I was fucking Brando on Krypton. So all those times I would chase my friends with my cats vagina, holding her in the air, turned out to be me chasing my friends with my cats BALLS. Yeah, let that one sink in for a bit.

But it's cool, I justified the situation by realizing that Garfield was a dude, and pretty much the coolest cat ever next to Hello Kitty. Much to my surprise, Squeegee does not enjoy Lasagna but does enjoy the company of penguins.

Later

-Davel

The Bum Knight

My girlfriend came over today to spend the fourth of July with me and my family. It was quite lovely, except for the really shitty weather which ruined my hopes of having a BBQ that took place outdoors for once. I really wanted a fucking turkey burger. After spending a few hours cuddling and watching TV I eventually fell asleep. In my slumber I had the most vivid/awesome dream about Batman being a bum. Definitely something I would be interested in seeing. I guess this came from watching a leaked version of Batman: Gotham Knight the day before. Anyway, Batman had lost all his money. It begins with him standing in the drizzle, Alfred holding an umbrella over his masters head. A huge foreclosure sign hangs on the gate like doors of Wayne Manor. I'm not really sure what had happened but I'm assuming Wayne Corp. has gone under or quite possibly bought out and Bruce had the house taken away from him or lost it by some other means. This is why my dreams are awesome, they form a story in such a way that I have to guess whats going on, making it more adventurous.

A few years pass by. Alfred and Bruce have gone their separate ways. Al is still a butler but for a new family with many children which he adores. Bruce...well Bruce lives in the sewers dressed as Batman. So this lead me to believe that despite the fact that Batman has lost everything, he still wants to do his job. He needs to do his job. Which explains why Alfred isn't with him. Bruce probably told him he's better off working with a new family and that he still has things to take care off. He can't bring the only person that was there for him all his life, the one person he really loved into the gutter.

So Batman looks like a mess. But an awesome mess. His cape is fucking grimy and wet. His costume is practically falling apart. It's a wonder that his mask is still holding itself together. The next thing I remember is Batman going back to Wayne Manor which is now abandoned and resembling a haunted house. He breaks into the house from a window and makes his way into the infamous Batcave. The cave is dark and dank as fuck, much like his new home. It's every bit as creepy as it was before, but it seems like this place was forged in his fucking nightmares. The Batmobile is rusted. His giant computer covered in webs. It was very cool.

After a few moments of reminiscing, Batman hears a very familiar laugh. A laugh you don't ever fucking forget. Batman instinctively jumps into "oh shit" mode as The Joker walks out of the shadows giggling. The Joker looks just as dirty as Batman does. Tattered clothing. Dirt on his white clown face, making it a dark gray. They begin to share some dialogue about how he always knew who Batman was, but it never mattered to him because it was never real. He's just as bad as every villian he had ever put away in Arkham. Bruce was a persona he had long abandoned. Batman was his rightful identity. So The Joker went into hiding, and he hid in the cave waiting for Batman.

It seems in the time between Wayne loosing the money and Batman seeing The Joker, he hasn't been fully active as a crime fighter. I'm assuming without assistance from his toys or a bitchin' car to get the fuck out of a tight jam, he didn't have it in him to do it as much as he did before. Plus I'm sure since Alfred is gone and can't patch him abck up, going to the nearest Gotham Free Health Clinic is just not in the cards. Which leads me to believe that he had to pick and choose his battles. Do you defend the young lady being attacked by a mugger weilding a small switchblade? Or do you go after the ten or twelve bank robbers carrying sub machine guns? I'm sure the old Batman would say, "Fuck it. I'll do both!". But this time, he has to choose the lesser of two evils.

With Batman out of the big picture, The Joker had no one. He needs his Batman. He needs his nemesis. But he needs him in his prime. He needs him to go into the shit with him, guns a blazzin'. The Joker explains this to Batman and tells him that he's going to do him the biggest favor he's ever done anyone. He's going to make him whole again. He pulls out a gun from his jacket and shoots Batman in the torso. Batman falls over one of the many ledges of the cave but grabs onto the edge. The Joker walks over, looks down at the struggling Batman and smiles as he steps on his fingers. He falls into the dark depths of the cave and lands into a body of water. The impact plus the shock from getting shot knocks him out as the water carries him away.

Batman wakes up in the sewers he's been living in for the past year or two. He had been carried into the heart of gotham by the sewer lines and had no idea where he was. He had lost a lot of blood on his journey to the center of Gotham. Batman crawls out of the water and tries to find any fabrics or anything in general to cover his wound. Right now, he's all sorts of fucked.

From this point on, it gets a little hazzy. But Batman runs into Killer Croc somewhere down the line and he's in no fucking shape to fight him. But they get it on anyway because Batman, no matter how fucked up he is, has to kick someones ass. And by God, it's going to be glorious.

So he runs into Croc and they duke it out. Batman is basically fueled by rage/adrenaline at this point. They're going all through out the sewers taking a throwing punchs at each other. Batman is doing his best to avoid attacks by ducking and rolling around, trying to confuse Croc. Too occupied by fighting to notice, they reach the end of a sewer tunnel that is water falling into a pool below. Think of that scene from The Fugitive, but in the sewers and with Batman played by Harison Ford.

Batman stands by the edge realizing that shit is going to get serious. Without warning, Croc lunges himself into Batman, spearing him off the platform and into the water below. They both hit the water hard. I vididly remember this scene because it was so surreal. It was like I saw Batman hit the water from down below, everything dark with a shade of shit green. Batmans legs are kicking, trying to stay a float as he treats his gunshot wound which croc just speared himself into pretty nicely. Then out from the bottm left hand corner, Croc swims up like the predator that he is, unsuspectingly. It was like watching Jaws for the first time.

He swims under Batman and tries to bite his feet but Batman kicks him right in the fucking face. Croc grabs his legs and tosses him in the air. He falls back into the water where Croc grabs him again, but this time Batman can't get him off. Killer Croc throws Batman against a concrete wall and begins to swim to the ledge that surrounds the pool of dirty sewer water. Before Croc can reach him, Batman see's another tunnel and begins to back into it.

This tunnel is much different from the series of tunnels they had fought in before. It's a lot lower to the ground, which a tiny ledge sticking out of the wall on Batman's left side. Batman starts backing down the tunnel slowing, keeping his hands out, ready to fight. Croc stares his prey down, mimicing his moves. Their eyes are locked. The fucking tension is so goddamn high, it was like the part of a wet dream right before you cum. You know it's going to be good, you know whats going to happen, but fuck it's so exciting.

Croc, never breaking eye contact grabs a broken peice of glass laying on the tiny ledge next to him and holds it like a combat knife. Ready to sink it into Batmans neck. Batman watch's him carefully. The only way to counter his soon to be coming attack was to grab the large red brick next to him. They both have their weapons. They're both ready. Shit is about to fucking go down.

Batman screams. He screams like he's never screamed in his life. It's a fucking battle cry. It's a battle high. Croc screams right back at him, back in his fucking face out of madness. They lunge at each other grabbing each others free hands. Croc sinks the glass deep into Batmans shoulder while the heavy red brick kisses Croc in the temple. Batman kicks his chest to push away. The glass shard is left in his shoulder and Croc is laying on his back, already starting to get up. Batman see's this chance and takes it before its too late. He spritns towards him while taking the shard out. The pain doesn't even matter right now, it can be ignored. The only thing Batman has to worry about is driving the glass into Croc's throat. He lands on Crocs chest and digs the glass deep into his throat, twisting it as it goes in. Without hesitation, without delay or time to react, Batman already has the brick in his hands again and begins to beat in Crocs skull. He had been there for a few moments before he realized that there was virtually nothing left of Crocs face.

Batman had left the brick where Croc's face once resided and walked out of the sewer tunnel casually. Like this is the every day life of Batman. I then woke up to Ratatouille and enjoyed a hot dog.

Pin-Up's

I finally finished my latest illustration last night. I had to do some touch up's this morning before I could post it anywhere. Besides that, I had a hard as fuck time coming up with a name. Naming it is always the hard part about a drawing or painting, what have you. So here's a little back story to the drawing. I started working on it about more than a year ago for my girlfriends band. It was an all chick band (they were not my cup of tea), but I decided to draw them a logo or something of a pin-up girl which were popular from the 30's to the 50's. Eventually they kicked her out and I had abandoned the picture all together to explore new endeavors. After recently completing the Big Boss and Vincenzo drawings I explored some of my old note books and came across this gem.

I reworked it a bit, added some color, worked on the texture and went straight to photoshop. I'm really happy with the way it came out. It's really bright, which I fucking love. Anyway, I would love to write more about it but I'm going to be late for work. Those dog's can't walk themselves.


Later

-Davel

"And I want ice cream as well !"

Yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I ended up going shopping with my "very best friend" Carlos. Looking for some new cloths for him to wear since he can't fit into his old ones. He's been shedding the pounds and it makes me ever so proud! Anyway, after we hit up a few stores we end up in Victoria's Secret so he can buy underwear for his mom. I know, it sounds strange but she approached him before we left and asked him to do her that favor. So, being the good son that he is, he went on his merry way into the store and bought his mother delicious looking panties, as I giggled behind him. While we waited in line, there was this woman with her little girl. And from what I can tell the little girl wanted her mom to buy something and she said no which lead the little girl into a crying frenzy. She ran to the corner of the store screaming and sat down, pretty much crying at the top of her lungs. Her mother kept telling the little girl "I'll buy it, just calm down!" but the little girl wouldn't. So after like five minutes of screeching cries from this little girl, she begins to calm down. Until she notices her mother hasn't purchased whatever she was crying about yet. She then continues.....

Now the mother is pleading with the little girl to stop, and this is the part that blew my fucking mind out of the back of my head and against the pink walls. The little girl screams out "No! And I want ice cream as well!"

Sometimes, little kids just piss me the fuck off. She's been crying for about 15 minutes straight and she has the nerve to ask her mom..no, DEMAND that her mom get her ice cream as well. I don't give a shit if she's just a little girl, bitch needs to shut the fuck up when I'm getting my shop on. I'm pretty sure her mom bought her the ice cream too. Which is fucking stupid and only fueling the fire of a first class bitch upbringing for this poor child.

I'm surrounded by comedy.

Naked Chicks & Dragons: How I became the artist I am today

So I've been working on a new drawing. Actually no, that's a total lie. I'm sorry I betrayed your trust like that. I've had this drawing for probably more than over a year and now I'm finally putting effort into finishing it. This isn't the first time I've done this, this seems to be a goddamn routine with me. But anyway, it seems that lately I've been finding all my abandoned drawing and giving them love and letting them become more than just a black and white doodle.

My recent drawing pictures a young woman sun bathing on a towel. I pretty much finished the pencil drawing of it and couldn't help think about my uncle Benny. My uncle is pretty much the greatest man alive. Fuck Abe Lincoln. Fuck Ghandi. Benny ruled and he ruled hard.

Since I was a wee lad, he taught me the ways of the pencil and how to draw a perfect breast. He educated me and taught me technique that I could never learn at art school. And thats because he's bat-shit crazy.

I've seen him draw countless times but the only thing that I can really recall him drawing are naked chicks and....dragons. I guess they go hand in hand if you really think about it. So maybe to honor my amazingly retarded uncle Benny, I might just have to put a dragon somewhere. So keep an eye out for some drawings of broads with huge jugs and dragons wielding confederate flags.

Next post, I'll show everyone a sneak peak of my next illustration.

Later

-Davel

I sent a man to jail...this pleases me

So I got some interesting news today concerning a certain incident that happen Almost a year ago. Sometime in August of last year I happened to be in a really bad area of Jersey City and was mugged by two gentlemen. Some say I had it coming for not knowing where I was. I do blame myself a little for being that dumb and parking in that area, but I was more concerned about being there to do my job (I used to walk dogs over there. Still walking dogs, just not in the ghetto). So anyway, I had just finished walking a dog and I was walking back to my boss's car, which she had lent me. I had her care because an hour previous to this event, my own car caught fire....on the 6th year anniversary that my house caught fire. So that day was already shaping up to be an awesome day!

Anyway I open the door to the car and I hear someone say "Yo." Right here is where I should have said fuck it, and just get in the car and drive away. But no, this random "Yo." sparked my curiosity causing me to turn around. To my front stood a burly, stout white gentlemen who seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties. To my left was a skinny black gentlemen who had his right hand in my pocket searching for my wallet. Lets call them dude #1 and dude #2.

Dude #1 starts to yell at me saying, "Give me your fucking wallet!" And in all honesty, I seriously thought this was a joke for a split second until I looked at dude #2 and realized he was holding something with his other hand in his pocket. Mind you, what he was holding was kind sticking out through the pocket and looked rather, how can I put this? Sharp. So dude # 1 tells me to put my hands up (which I did) and to give him my car keys (which he took). At this point they had told me to stand by the fence near the jeep as dude #2 went to get into the car from the other side. Dude #1 looks at me and starts to tell me that if I run, he's going to kill me. If I yell, He's going to kill me. Pretty much a lot of stuff suggesting that I'm going to get shanked, which isn't cool.

So they both hop into the car and look at me and tell me that if I go to the cops after this, they'll know where to find me because they have my wallet and that they'll murder my family and then eventually murder me. At this point I was shitting bricks. And no matter how many times I've heard "Dude, I would have totally fucked them up" after hearing this story, I'm 100% convinced that anyone in this situation would have soiled their undies as well. But just for the record, I somehow managed to not crap my pants.

So after the last life threatening remark, the realize they forgot to search me for a cell phone. So they ask me to pat myself down and empty my pockets. Mind you I'm like 15 feet away at this point. I pretend that I didn't have my cell phone and told them I didn't bring it with me. They bought the story and proceeded to drive off with my boss's car. At this point, it really hit me like a ton of bricks. I just got mugged at knife point, they know where I live and my boss's car just got stolen. A vehicle, not belonging to me, that I was put in charge of, stolen.

So I did what any other sane person would do. I ran into traffic panicing like a mad man. Now I'm going to leave out some plot points to this story because it's a rather long tale, and it's like I'm reading Tolkein here. But I called the cops and give them a description. They find the car 2 hours later in a park and I got to be a part of a stake out, waiting to see if they would come back. Let me just say, that had to be one the coolest/scariest things I've ever got to do. After that we went to look at records of kids under 18 to see if I found them, but no luck there.

We're on our way back to the station and we're a block away from where I was mugged, stuck at a red light. I look to my left at the corner of the street and see the two douchebags that mugged me, standing there. And as I'm looking (I swear on my dead grandfather that this happened) dude #1 looks right at me and we're stareing at each other and this look of "Oh....shit" just overcomes his face. That moment, was better than cumming, I shit you not. I tell the cop, he plays it off like he didnt hear anything. Keeps driving a little more, calls it in and then boom, every fucking cop in the Jersey City north district shows up. We make a u-turn and I see a fucking bike cop jump off his ride and knock those 2 assholes down. He pulls out his gat and tells them to freeze. It was like watching pacific blue, but straight. Anyway, long story short, I made the ID, they found checks made out to my boss and them and they went to county jail.

Now, the news I received that I mentioned in the first sentence of this epic tale, is that I found out that dude #1 had his trial, and is now going to be in jail for 5 years of wonderful ass rapeage. I'm still waiting to hear what's going to happen with dude #2 but I'm sure he will suffer the same fate. So as of right now, I'm a happy little camper. Until 5 years are up and I have to move to Fiji. ...


Later

-Davel

Back to an old routine

I haven't done one of these in a while, and by that I mean write a blog. I figured since I'm taking my art career more serious now than ever, It'll be cool to keep track of whats going on in my noggin' on here. So if you come across my little home for my thoughts on the internet, chances are you have no idea who I am or you're actually a close friend of mine who's looking for material to bust my balls with. If you're the ladder I wouldn't blame you, I'd do the same thing. Ok, so enough chit-chat, time for art related shit. I've been on vacation from my job for about a week and half already and in that time it seems that I've been working full force on my artwork. I've pumped out about 4 different peices and they've been pretty bitchin' (well...to me at least). Here's a pic of the last thing I did. It's Big Boss from the Metal Gear Solid series. I haven't done "fan art" for a really long time but I finished MGS4 not too long ago and my undies are still crusty from the shit I took into them while playing. The game was THAT overwhelmingly awesome. So yeah, I decided to draw Big Boss and in my opinion it came out pretty badass.

The problem I had with it though was that I made two version and had a hard-as-fuck time deciding on which one to post up on my various art sites (i.e. flickr, deviantart,etc etc). So I'm posting up the one that made it and if you look hard enough you'll find the other one ;)



Later

-Davel