As mentioned via the topic, this discussion is in regards to drawing, and to a lesser extent some painting.

I have just drawn a Caricature of the Master of modern horror literature, Edgar Allen Poe. He's superb, and that forehead! he's simply begging for a Caricature. But I want to touch it up a bit, finelines, photoshop, add some effect to compliment it.
I also want to upload the picture of the rams head I painted with Inks in Year 12, it's a good piece. Also another painting I did of a panel of judges who are wrinkled and quite disgusting in appearances. This piece is an odd one, if not mediocre, it's something I could maybe touch up when my skills are greater.

I also thought that in this Blog I'd introduce myself and maybe tell one of the very numerous tales of pure strange that occurs to me when I'm out and about. The tragedy called life indulges us with such oddities, I love it.
I am a purveyor of fine musical taste, Oh! listen to the crowd scoff! Lol at them I say!
I do have exquisite taste in comics and literature and friends. Hellboy is the most intriguing comic that builds the most beautiful and macabre universe without creating a hundred spin-offs (like Marvel).
I am odd and enjoy the company of the worlds small oddities who speak in strange yet articulate fashions, quite like the way this BLOG is articulated. Listening to someone speak in a strange, yet smart way is always a delight.

Anyway, I just had to have this story chronicled on my profile somewhere due to it's profound nature and the way that it simply and effectively wraps up the fact that many strange and beautiful things happen in my life and I take enough care to realize it and enjoy those oddities. I have interesting stories to tell because of such occurrences, and Bog be praised! I will tell them.
Anyway, let it begin. Myself and my friend Adrian where out one Saturday? night i think it was, we were going to a concert at "The Amplifier Bar" in Perth to see MY favorite band, Gallows for Grace. They were supporting a really shit band and Adrian and I left after Gallows's set. It was quarter past eleven and Adrian was going to wait at the bar for his mother to pick him up. He asked if I needed a place to stay and I said no, my buses run until 12:24pm, at least that's what I thought.
My bus stop was only a street or two walk away, so I got trekking. On my way an old man asked for change to which i told him I had none, which was true. Plus I didn't want to share his presence any longer than necessary. So I kept walking and came around the corner, then the next corner and my stop was there. I walked up to it and read what time my bus was to arrive and to my immediate dismay I discovered the last bus stopped at quarter to eleven. Needless to say I started to sprint back to where Adrian and I had departed to try and take him up on the offer.
I came around the corner to be asked by the same man with his two front teeth missing for change. To which I screamed, "NO CHANGE!" and kept sprinting down this street for fear he would be picked up before my arrival. Half-way down the street there where pay-phones and I became grateful at the idea of not having to run after ringing Adrian and asking if the offer was still valid. To my dismay, I came to the realization I had no change. There was a young lady at the other pay-phone and she was walking away and I asked her if I could borrow some change. "Sorry," she said, and my reply was a groan prior to the exhaled words of, "But I have all my teeth!"

Then I got running again. I ran down one of the side-show alleys and came out a bit puffed, further down the street I saw three men approaching me and my immediate thought was "Oh, great!" The first man as an Aboriginal and he was plastered. He walked up to me, took my hand and said, "It's been too long my friend." To which I replied, "Yes, indeed, far too long." "About twenty years!" to that I scoffed, I'm eighteen.

The second man approached me, but said nothing. But I couldn't help but laugh. He was old, had a white scruffy beard and protruding from the right arm sleeve of his jacket was the arm of a mannequin and he was holding it out as if I were meant to shake it. But every time I went to shake it he would pull it away. Another person walked by and the man tried to stop this person also, with the struggle of it I pushed past him and began running again, I was close to "The Amplifier Bar" now. And as if the world couldn't bear to let my night remain at that state of weird, things had to get odder. The old man was running behind me with a giant smile on his rot. tapping me on the back with his mannequin arm and giving me the thumbs up. "Yes, very much like the scene from Rocky isn't it?" At that he turned around and ran back to his comrades. I walked down the center of the road until I made it back to the bar in the hope that if Adrian was leaving he'd see me.

I got there in time and ended up staying the night at Adrian's, but I had a story by the end of the night, and it was an entertaining one at that.