I Can't Seem to Find the Words

I went to go add her words last night. Just so I could say I had this done
~ and the whole two years were a blur.

"You look like you're having a bad day Dave ~ are you having a bad day?"
"Do you need to pet me? Go on. I know how that makes you feel better!"

*Wooof* ~ *Wooof* ~ "Come back here, and I'll slap you like a cat!"

"I don't know what you've got there Dave ~ but it smells sooo gooood ~
No. I don't need to taste it. Just stick it down my throat!"

"Really Dude?! ~  I don't know why I put up with you Dave"

She was an early graduation gift that ended up riding shot gun on my trip to the end of the world and back. The year before and after my Dad died, Daisy was the comic relief I needed. Wherever she went she put a smile on every bodies face. No one knew it or appreciated it more than I did. We had an on going joke that she could talk, and no one could convince her she couldn't ;)

As I write this, I can't remember all the times I was in need of a laugh, and she had some smart ass thing to say. She meant well, and she really did have a great sense of humor. However it got to where when I told others the jokes, they started to think I was becoming unhinged.

Here was the bud of a project I came up with in Barstow in 2009. I started to write down the stuff, but for the life of me, I can't finish it. All of it had its time and place. I wish you all could have been there in my head when it was going on...

...'cause it was FUNNY!

SoulFireBang and DavidStreetART on DeviantART

I’m starting another project. I know what you’re going to say, but I keep waiting for that burned out feeling too. You know, like a piece of paper that has had an eraser rubbed over it too many times, but nope, nothing yet. So I’m just going to roll with it, and keep doing as many projects as I can until I poop out. 

Wait till you here what it is though. I’m teaming up with my son Griffin to do some art! 

Cool huh?! 

I have him doing a portrait of me in his style, and I get to do anything I want with his series “The 4^th” in my style. He even said he was excited to see what I can do with it. How many Dads’ get to hear that from their kid? 

All this is going on DeviantART. What a great place for an artist to be seen. I’m on there because I can put my large pieces on there and have them printed for cheap. So go check it out and buy something. Search DavidStreetArt and SoulFireBang. Tell me what you think. 

I’ll post when we get the project stuff done. Peace.

Don't You Worry Bout A Thing ~ No. 3

All the boys were at school still. G-G and I went to Sonic for a banana split. She has grown so much since I was there last; She's learned English! It was so MUCH fun. I had to go back to the house and put my head down. I had thrown up the whole way from Barstow to Las Vegas. Well, I wake up and she's right there. She had gotten a toy medical bag and was giving a Goofy doll the once over. She smiled at me and gave me one of his shots to my head ~ "Here Dad, you need this!" I wish we could separate all the good things and bad things that come together, and just have the good by itself. Not to get too philosophical, but that probably isn't a good idea.

Don't You Worry Bout A Thing ~ No. 2

So I lived through my panic attack getting to the airport, and the the hail storm. Now I am faced with two more heads of the beast that has become this trip [so far]: Time & Distance. The first, I don't have enough of; and the latter, I have way too much!

Don't You Worry Bout A Thing ~ No. 1

There's a funny story behind all this.

My trip last week gave birth to this new series of drawings. A lot went right during the trip, but a lot went wrong too. "A picture can paint a thousand words", so I'll just let them do that. One of the mornings after I got to Boise, I woke up and I had Stevie Wonder's "Don't You Worry Bout A Thing", going over and over in my head. It was appropriate on so many levels, so it has become my new mantra.

It really did hail & rain while I waited for the bus at the Las Vegas long term parking lot. No cover! Once in the airport for about a half hour someone took a look at me, and asked if is was really raining that hard.
"...Yeah! and HAIL!"

Stripped

I was inspired after looking at my son Griffin's comic strips to start my own. Though are influences are way different, the way we think about things, put things together, is dead on the same.

Coming Sooner or Later

I’ve always wanted an English bulldog ~ ALWAYS! Daisy will be three years old on the 25th. I got her as an early graduation gift when she was just a pup. We came down to California in September of 2008, and since Dad passed this last August, it has just been the two of us. It’s a joke to tell people she talks to me, [in a non ~ Son of Sam way], sometimes they don’t get the joke! After one too many of those reactions, I decided I should find a better place to put this energy. The comic is going to be that place, and a new exercise in the creative process. I will be putting it together more than free handing it like traditional comic strips. It’s already become more than I imagined, things that worked out well, and things that blew up in my face. I’m still working on the first piece, because it’s taking longer than I thought. So here’s the title panel, and I’ll just say “Keep looking for it, and trust me. You won’t be able to miss it.”