Vista, Fifteen Days Down

Back to my own messy room :(




Congratulation to my friend Britt on turning 16 today!




A little domestic violence between Whoopi and Valerie over some salad.




You can call these pictures a sort of preview to the Visual Arts - Animation section of the yearbook.




Team work is key!



We had a homework assignment where we had to look out a window and draw everything we saw. So here is my penciled sketch/render of the outside of my window. I'd like to call it "Vista" (click images above for full resolution and size).

I'm going to leave out with a snipped from Friday:

Mr. Jones: What’s that?

*Points to the gun in CJ’s hand*

CJ: I got to walk Smokie to his house

Mr. Jones: Oh man, me and your mother would have never moved into this neighborhood if we knew you needed a gun to walk down he damn street.

CJ: You know how it is around here.

Mr. Jones: Oh no son that’s not the way it is. You kids today are nothin’ but punks, sissified, so quick to pick up a gun. You scared to take an ass-whippin’.

*Mr. Jones lifts fist*

Mr. Jones: This is what makes you a man. When I was growin’ up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day. And you think you’re a man with that gun in your hand don’t you?

CJ: I’m a man without it.

Mr. Jones: Put the gun down. Come on put up your dukes.

*CJ puts up his fist*

Mr. Jones: Now you a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to find out the hard way. 22 years old. You got a choice. These all you need. Alright?

I'm going to get two or three Lupe songs in this weekend.

Peace.