Hey, Noah! What day is it?
Today is Tuesday.
I just finished all the illustration work that Jay Vollmar at Westword graciously gave to me for the annual Best of Denver issue. I have a few more illustrations to get done, next. One of which is the cover to radio 1190’s Local Shakedown compilation album. I can’t wait to do something for that that will make it a legendary album. Just wait.
I’m thinking about it, and I want to apologize for my blog always being about what I’m drawing. Lately, it’s all that’s really been in my mind. My life is an early morning to afternoon at the bakery, then getting home and drawing. This is what I do, y’know?
I’ve basically got nothing else going on right now. I haven’t had any kids yet, I’m not married. I live in my small bedroom among my books and albums. I feel sorry for Robin. She has to hear all about this stuff everyday. I’m lucky she hasn’t gotten fed up with me yet. But, no. She actually helps me out a lot as I’ve mentioned before in this blog. I owe her a bunch for taking care of a lot of the human interaction that I’ve been having trouble with lately. Plus, she drives me around and stuff.
My Lincoln studies have been going well. I’ve been sketching out some of the pages and writing down a lot of the details. Mentally shaping it’s structure. I want this book to be pretty clear before I can start on it, since I’ve never done a graphic novel before.
The post with the most (stupid stuff ever)
March 11, 2009
Man, it’s early in the morning. I can’t sleep at all. I tried.
I’ve been up all night drawing a two page story for an anthology called Not my small diary. I did a two pager for it last year. The story was about my first date. I think it went over well since a lot of people talked about it to me. This year it’s about famous people. Maybe you’ll see it.
I wish I could sleep. My head’s a tunnel with all of these trains rushing through it. It’s impossible to relax. 
I’m in the beginning stages of a story about Abraham Lincoln.
I’m basing it around his earlier political career, his depression, Illinois debt problem in the 1830’s and 40’s and his eventual falling out with a his friend that led to a little known event. It’s an idea I’ve been tossing around in my head back and forth. We’ll see how it goes…
Also, In the beginning stages of a mural that myself and Porcellino are going to be painting on 13th ave.
