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Beachy Beachy Beach

They are all complete now; a set of four individual ink drawings that I coloured digitally using Adobe Photoshop. I am very pleased with how they turned out.

From left to right:

1. The Wise Barnacle
2. Starfish no.2
3. Ocean Coral Fingers
4. Sassy Sea Urchin

Each is for sale in my shop individually or in a set.

The Wise Barnacle and a Brief Synopsis on How he Came to be an Older Brother

This is the Sassy Sea Urchin‘s Brother, whom is much the wiser and older than she.

Mr. Wise began as an archival ink drawing, rendered with micron 005 nib pen; the smallest nib one can buy. I scanned him in at an obscenely high resolution and began colouring in Adobe Photoshop. Colouring sounds so child-like and in essence that is what I have done. Four days and 18 Photoshop layers later he is complete.

The Wise Barnacle

For consistency sake I added a similar shadow to make him pop off the page and carried the same colour pallet over from Miss. Urchin. And as I hadn’t shown a close-up of Miss. Urchin, here she is.

Sassy Sea Urchin

By the way, I almost called Mr. Wise the Bitchin’ Barnacle! YAH!

Both are available in my shop in 5×5 and 8×8 inch size. The Sassy Sea Urchin has moved on to become my best seller. When I opened my shop, never in my wildest dreams imagined that one illustration would outshine the rest and she did just that, last month. Thank you to everyone who purchased her and left me such wonderful feedback.

They each were born side by side as original ink drawings in one of my journals that were drawn on Wreck Beach in Vancouver, BC.

Original Micron pen ink drawings of Sassy Sea Urchin and the Wsie Barnacle by Jessica Doyle

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Napping and dreaming about bubbled artwork and ANGRY vintage kitchen tables

I am waking from a nap.

Moon

Work. Well, work is work. I’ve filed last Friday in a place that won’t be disturbed ever. I find myself holding out for the new manager to arrive. Hopefully when she arrives things will begin to turn around. Until that day comes, because I do not have other steady employment I will stay put, keep to myself and watch as co-workers quit, become frustrated and more unhappy. I work every day this week. My next day off is Sunday. There is not much I can do at work but work. I’ve resolved myself to do just that and since doing so my mind is quiet. There are things taking place that are way beyond my control. So be it.

November felt akin to mental concentration camp on my part. I went 40-50 days without a day off between Custom Framing, Design Contract work, Opening my online Art shop and writing for this Blog.

I managed to save enough money to ship the remainder of my things from Vancouver to Saint John. And the balance owing on my student loans is lowering month to month as I vigilantly place half of my income on the outstanding balance. Another few (plus) years to go.

Wednesday of last week I spoke to my ex-boyfriend who just happened to give my vintage kitchen table away, that I had painstakingly refinished bringing it back to it’s original luster, to his brother. Fuck you! Sad thing is if you get to angry at this man he withdraws and DOES NOTHING. When he does do something it’s pretty big and has a lasting effect on your pschy. I calmly told him to retrieve my kitchen table from his brother (who in no way shape or form gives two shits about me) repack and ship it to me immediately. He knew I NEVER planned on leaving it there and more than that would never give it to his brother.

Thus far only one oversized box has been shipped to me. That box contains four oversized original paintings and a hoola hoop which just happened to get wet because *dumbass didn’t place a tarp over the box in the rainiest city of Canada while transporting them to the shipping company from my friend’s house. Then he left while the company was on the phone with me. He just left. The company tells me on the phone that the box is wet. They ask me what is inside the box. I answer ARTWORK! They ask for my permission to open the box and offer to repack the 5 by 6 foot by 12 inch box at an extra cost mind you, to inspect the artwork for damage. So $332.00 later my box will arrive this Thursday.

Two of the four paintings were bubbling. I am four thousand miles away. It is all I can do to remain calm over the phone with the shipping company as he details the damage. The shipping company offered to crank the heat over night before repacking and shipping them the following morning.

When my friend Tomoko had gone out to her garage last Tuesday to inspect the boxes early last week she noticed one of them had disappeared and that all it’s contents including my CD’s, expensive software for my computer, handwoven blankets and a very cool IKEA step stool were on the garage floor. The vintage kitchen table was no where to be seen. She was flabbergasted.

I’m a tad pissed. Tomoko is pissed.

How is to possible to still be in love with someone that makes you so furious!

*That is my theory. Tomoko’s garage is dry. The shipping guy told me it was raining all day.

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SpamArt 001 – WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE – is it stealing

I originally posted this Photoshop rendering on the Blog Herald. In the comments some copyright issues were discussed. Micheal Clark from PlanetMike wrote in:

Hopefully your sites privacy policy covers the fact that spam comments and information related to that spam comment may be publicly shared, or distributed IANAL (I am not a lawyer)

I quite honestly do not equate or give equal rights to spammers as actual commenter’s here on my blog. The image on the right took 8 screen captures to build the full length of this particular offense. Spam is not acceptable in my eyes.

spamArt Awakenings

A warning to all you spammers – You spam my blog, I’m gonna steal it!

I would urge other artists to steal it also. This could become an all out creative SpamArt war! :)

Roar!

…and what do spammers actually get from Spamming – ooowooooho lets go spamming

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Stories from the East-side – 001 – Pink eyed man.

EastVanEsicaEric was home all last week from work with a pretty serious case of pink eye. It is rather hilarious to see a man of six foot two be unable to do the simplest things such as drive or watch TV. He is addicted to TV. From Monday to Wednesday he was unable to open his eye for longer than a few seconds. When I went over to turn the noise and image machine off he would whine out from underneath his hideout of pillows and blankets “leave it ONNNNNN!”. I said but you are not watching it. He replied he was listening to it. Good God. lol.

Stories from the EastSide - 001 - Pink Eyed Man
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