I joined the masses, ya happy now?

Guess who finally joined Instagram? Fuck yeah I did, I may or may not be posting shit on there, who know?
You guys can check or not, fuck it, I'm not you boss. -> fuckyeah_batman <-

Another story and its characters sketches "Generations"

Like I have posted before, I'm riddled with fucking stories in my mind. So here are some sketches from a very extensive three (maybe more) book storyline.

This is Akane of Japanese origins, I kinda wanted to draw the young her as she was worshiped to be the child of a God. But like the asshole that I am, I fuck up her whole childhood and adulthood with all kinds of abuse.

These two young kiddo are second generation to the first set of characters, these two love bird are "soulmates." Yet again this is the end product of a long road of denial and self-loathing on one part of the party.

This is Akane again, but much older and angsty. Here she is shown as her other ego with the love of murder and destruction.

A Title for this is yet to be chosen

If ya'll didn't noticed, I have a very creative side to me. From a young age I would like to make little stories. This little hobby of mine became more of a life preserver for me as I got older and became the complicated mess that I am.

Visual wise, I'm very obsessive over sketching the characters and getting their whole bit to the point of being their own person and not some imitation of me.

The story revolves around a discharged soldier, she owns the family bar and makes sure her younger sister is has the support she needs for college. However, for the peace that she has now was all due to her very illegal past with very powerful and dangerous drug lord. She suffers from PTSD, and alcoholism, she meets a awkward lawyer and shit goes down. Mostly good shit but god damn, I really don't treat my characters nicely.

Study Room Take Over

There was an erase board in the studying room across my dorm room. People barely went there for any kind of reason. So Efeh and I decided to take the room as our own and fuck around with the board. Efeh's shit is on the right and mine on the left. Take what you will of the complimentary poem.

Raisin in the Sun and their assholes.

Another class of mine for my first semester, it was an intro class for technical theater. One of the first big projects was designing a show for Raisin in the Sun. Everyone had their own interpretation and approach to the book. These are just the sketches for the final presentation.

Character sketches for the main three assholes. I like the book but the character have much to have, I don't either but not such a selfish assholes like them.

A look into a part of the apartment for the feel of it and the stage plan.

Poetry and Digital Design

During my last semester at SUNY, I had a creative writing class with an awesome teacher. For our final project we had to create a portfolio and with an addition of images if we wanted to. Being the badass bitch that I was, wanted to one up everyone.

My sister's past future husband.

I just came home for a visit and my sister and I were having a chat about her emo phase in middle school. Her obsession with a bassist came up and I had an idea. This is the fruit of it, I'll applaud you if you know who the fuck this is.

Self-portraits Mastered

I've always hated self-portraits, I could never get my face right and there always that last bit that I held back. Always holding back the twisted perception I have of myself. But come Mrs. Spata who aide in seeing the little bit of goodness in me. She encourage me to not hold back, but not let go as much since she knew of what I was specifically holding back.

Ink and watercolor, Its 24 by 18 I believe. It was the first self-portrait I actually liked, and it did very much looked like me. My classmates were kinda waiting for this, liking the balance of madness I put in it.

40 x 30, the biggest I've ever worked in. I worked on it during my last Summer Art program with Parsons. Honesty, my parents thought shit was so dope, it hangs over the living room couch.

Free Fall production poster

In my third year of high school, my sculptor teacher from the year before decided to sign me up for the Stagecraft Workshop that help designing, setting up, and working productions and shows done by the school and its departments. It was this year that we collaborated with Phantom Limbs Company to create our own little show with our vision. Although, I didn't act in it because I can't for shit, I worked on the poster since my current art teacher Mrs. Spata has given me the label of awesome poster maker since I've created several posters before for other shows. (I'll be posting those as well soon.)

You guys should watch Man on Wire to understand the poster and be cultured awesome bitches.

Not a Movie Buff but who doesn't like movies?

The Warriors was one of those movies my late uncle had introduced me to. This flourished the rebel in 10 year old me sadly enough for my mother. Recently, I was checking my Facebook on those rare days and noticed a picture my sister upload. The little Warrior in me revived.

Final suck so the board gets it.

Studying for finals can be a pain in the ass, but do you know what can be a bigger pain in the ass. Me. I was tried to studying German and being fucked by it that the erase boards seem to be calling in salvation.

 My friend Efeh was being mean to me so I made her as an awful yaoi character.

We were studying with some kids I just met, this is one of them in a very exaggerated form. He was very pleased and honored. 

SUPER SAYIAN BITCHES 

Knowing there were a couple of the bible thumpers near us, I decided to show my love for our Dark Lord Lucifer. They were annoyed and we made stories about my greatness as Lucifer's prodigy.

This was mostly a sketch, a friend of mine was trying to draw a hung jacket. She was annoyed by it and left it. Trying to cheer her up, I modified it into this. However this is the photoshopped version of it. Getting rid of the pencil marks and making the black darker.

Senior year and the last with the Parsons Scholars Program, what a time to be alive. I wasn't looking to be a professional artist but the hell, why not humor my teachers in creating an artists info card?

The front are two separate prints, a little project of mine during my Summer classes at Parsons. 

(I just noticed this shit has mistakes in it... fuck)

This was a part of my first gallery show. Demonstrate tradition. And being from a Mexican family, how could I not reference my childhood? Some of you will get it, some of you won't. Enlighten yourselves and ask your locate hispanic.

Welcome I guess?

Not really much to say other than that this will have some weird stuff but you already knew that anyways. Most images on here will be unfinished and never completed. So sorry about any false hopes you have.