Branch Walks

Art show mon jan 12th @ 821

More promotion! Heres a video i put together for one of the songs I will be playing at my opening ( next monday jan 12th at 821 cafe). The doors open at seven and the music starts at eight. Enjoy.

Love Branch

To Those That Would Care

Sappy Halloween.

My bad as hell Joker costume.I put so much shit in my hair that it still won't wash out. Cocoa butter was never meant for that. Consider it another lesson learned, but for the moment, I kind of like my crazy, bedhead hair.

Yours,
Branchy

L.y.f.a.f.l.y.w.a.o.m.h.

Since we last spoke.

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For the longest time ( at least since my last post) the system with which I work with to make these posts has been broken. Today, it has been fixed. It could have been fixed before and I didn't know about it, but I've been preoccupied regardless. I apologize for any lack of service that may have come out of that. These aren't all the drawings I've done since then, some of them were left out if I felt they weren't good enough, others just because I didn't feel like they fit.
Thanks
Branch

Monster Mash

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Oooooo a scary monster, running some sort of relay. Methinks I've been watching too many nights of Olympics. Next up, monster beach volleyball.


-Branch

First on the Phone Tree for Puke

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At work last night, there was a table who had a bit too much to drink. One of them, a very tall loud gentleman with glasses, had more than the others. During the meal, he stumbled like frankenstein towards the restrooms. He didn't make it past the second step before all that wine and food turned against him.

And, being the dishwasher, I'm also kind of an unofficial janitor. It's never mentioned when they hire you. They never say " If someone pukes, it's you're job to take care of it". And yet, by some strange unwritten law, you feel that such matters are your responsibility. Besides, the cooks are too busy ( and no one wants to see a cook cleaning up puke), and the waitstaff is dressed to the nines, if not slightly nicer than me ( well, more than slightly). Perhaps in the future, I can keep a bow tie in my pocket. If I'm quick enough, I should have plenty of time to snazz myself up a bit before my fellow staff looks to me.

It's a bit humbling, cleaning up others leavings. Especially, as was the case last night, when the puker is still downstairs, slouching against the wall, holding his head in his hands.

Maybe I should of drawn that today.

Maybe tomorrow.

-Branch

Powerless/Powerful

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Yesterday, after settling in on my back porch, I was ready to let my day waste away, checking websites, combing imdb for little known facts about whichever movie I've seen recently. It would of been not unlike any other day. Wake up, rub ( or as I have mentioned previously, not) the crusties out of my eyes and head downstairs to draw whatever. Come home, color, lay in my air conditioned room and wait for the clock to tell me it's time to suit up for work.

Suddenly, A loud bang cut through my headphones. Looking up, the power lines surrounding my deck were shrugging wildly, flipping over themselves like a massive jumprope. Even some of the low hanging wires slapped the railing of my deck with a soft thwap.

And this seem odd to me, because usually they don't do that.

Looking up from my hidden booth, I saw the source of all the calamity. A garbage truck, backing down the alley, had struck one of the main poles. The wood cracked at it's base and there was a high pitched squeal, followed by a hot blue explosion in the sky.

And then my fan stopped.

Harkening back to the days of Hurricane Issabel, I took to the street, gawking with the onlookers at whom now were two very red-cheeked ( I would assume) garbage men, sitting in their truck, the pole resting over top, threatening to crash down to the ground with the lightest touch to the accelerator. The wind was starting to pick up, the cool breeze making it actually quite bearable to sit outside. I plopped down on the bench, and sat for hours, watching the power company fumble with the mess. More and more people came by to eat, only to find that they would have to stuff their faces elsewhere. We were all without power, and the day seemed almost better for it.

Later, when Lu was home, I took refuge under her miraculously working lights. After dinner, we watched more episodes of weeds, and then fell asleep.

-Branch

Easy like a Sunday Drawing

click image to see the rest of the drawing ( warning: if you don't like penises, or you have a small child you would rather not ask the question " why is that dogs head a penis?", then perhaps you should not. Although, I doubt any of you aren't man/woman to do so. Besides, it can be good for a giggle, the penis.

I don't usually draw on Sundays. Normally, I'm busy doing something with Lu before I go to work. Today, I have the day off, and with nothing planned with her, I was left alone to draw over some coffee, just like any other day. With, of course, the exception that todays drawing is weirder than usual. I feel like lately I have been working on some obscure, fetish coloring book. But hey, theres a market for everything.

Yours in Circumcision,


-Branch

Steak Dog and Ding Dong

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Two drawings today, and they both happened relatively fast, I guess it was a good day for it. These seem to be getting crazier, but thats fun so I'm going to run with it. Lots going on this weekend, working a few shifts, Jonny Z fest is practically right outside my house tomorrow. I'm visiting my Dad in Goochland, having a picnic this afternoon with Llewellyn, and if I find the time, would really like to finish watching the " Weeds" dvds I rented. Maybe I will draw a weeds related scene, as that show is pretty amazing, so it deserves it.

Click on the image to flip through todays drawings, where I go into a little bit more detail about each one.

-Branch

KABLOOEY!

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Been on a bit of a rough patch, drawing wise, the past few days. I'm glad that today I got the opportunity to prove myself that yes, I can in fact draw women poorly ( in awkard, non-sensical situations to boot).

Sure do wish I had one of them fancy tablet pcs so I could color them better.

Or at least a tablet usb pad. Hey- Ho, I don't know.

-Branch

(ps)- Anyone want to guess whats happened to poor nancy today?