The Kanteratti Sphinx
I created him in May, towards the start of this strange sort of journey. The Kanteratti Sphinx’s only riddle is silence. What appears to be hair are the finger bones of his unfortunate victims, which it glares in morbid lure to eventual death. The bones ooze and boil at the…
J’s Magical Creatures That Will Probably Kill You – This One’s For The Birds
In today’s exciting episode of ‘J’s Magical Creatures That Will Probably Kill You’, we study several members of the most potentially deadly species of the avian variety to human kind, the industrious hummingbird. I've never witnessed a live one before until post traveling west. Their movements are utterly flutterly fascinating to me, and inspired…
Dragon Puppet Progress
Creating a dragon for an animated loop collaborative project with my dear, wonderfully talented friend, Branden Ward. He's composed up a musical piece that is quite awesomesplentastic. Said dragon will be fully articulated from 360 degrees. Here's the head so far. While sketching it out, They Might Be Giants kept…
An Old Story About Time – 20 Minute Freewrite
Looking over all the little pieces of my past before traveling west, I stumbled upon this from October 29th, 2012. I'd like to share it with you if that's all right. Let's see if you spot the sentence homage to J. R. R. Tolkien's "The Hobbit". Guess I've had trouble…
Some Thoughts About Snow
In this moment, the little busy town of Brighton is experiencing a blustery snow thunderstorm - that is a heavy snowstorm with both thunder and lightning. I find that most people tend to react considerably jaded and spiteful towards this weather, but I can't help but feel warm and joyous in the midst of the frigid…
The Bird’s a Duck – 10 Second Animation
Finally added sound to an old rotoscope I did way back when. Basically it's there's a mysterious ghost cello in there, but whatever here we go. [video width="650" height="480" mp4="http://jozzomov.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/JRAltabef_TheDuckAnimationRough001.mp4"][/video] The talented violist, Andrew Bird was my reference for the human counterpart. The music was sampled roughly from the Szymon…
New Scribbley Bits
[caption id="attachment_1655" align="aligncenter" width="3133"] Lucien was drawn with a pigma sensei pen, while the chaos surrounding him was contained with an office BIC pen. [/caption] Thanks for lookin'.
For You
I'm sorry it's not more, for you deserve beyond the cosmos, and all that you desire and more. When I saw your soul, and we were reunited at last, I wanted to see your eyes again and again and again. I wanted to see them because I wanted to wake…
Tales of the Lonely Prince – Methods to Help
Overslept, yet sleepless, he felt a bit sickly by the edge of daybreak, but many slept by the frigid waves every night, without nourishment, without warmth, a half sleep. He knew this feeling if only briefly. He was starving, but they needed more than he required food and rest, so…
Re-imagining an old story
I wrote this tale of two lovers, and the deceptive forces they stand together against aproximately in the early bits of the previous year. It remained deep in the recesses of my brain, nearly forgotten, until something stirred them unexpectantly while pulling an all nighter tonight. A little root was…
Scribbles Here and There
[caption id="attachment_1566" align="aligncenter" width="671"] One from the past. [/caption] [caption id="attachment_1563" align="aligncenter" width="391"] One from the heart. [/caption] [caption id="attachment_1564" align="aligncenter" width="1623"] One from the morning. [/caption] [caption id="attachment_1565" align="aligncenter" width="387"] One new to start.Thanks for lookin'. [/caption]
Doodles from the plane
Bruises, scars, and fire locked. Homeward bound, moment's rest, still persistant leads the clock. Hands are fated, not be caught. Soak these wounds, take the reins, carry on. Forget me not. Lights go off. All that shines is the tall stoic lamps illuminating lightly hued roads, red speckled bus attributes…
Sketch – ‘Of The Water Keepers’
First go: [caption id="attachment_1548" align="aligncenter" width="765"] Lowered the brightness.The ripples leave him in a peculiar way. Strange vibrations.Thanks for lookin'. [/caption]
Freewrite – Of Machines & People Things
There’s a deep significance about this friendship we share, one that grew through virtual means. A shadowy voicebox social media clings, stereotyped man behind the curtain, yet from the dark things yields beauty, a blessing chiseled from the bee stings. I know a young man I’ve never seen face to…