and check out a taste of what's to come:
Friday, January 30, 2009
travels...
so my next venture that i have cooking up is a team-up with a really awesome guy, oddly enough, that i met on myspace years ago. he's a writer and a damn good one at that. he's going to be big. I rarely meet people that have a creative personality type like my own, but i think this dude does....and i think you'll be hearing a lot from him in the near future as well. he's creative, he's funny as fuck, and most importantly, he's driven and prolific. if you'd like a taste, or if your a fellow writer, check out his blog: www.toddmichaelrogers.blogspot.com but take heed, i'd already got dibs on a few things he's a writin'.
and check out a taste of what's to come:
and check out a taste of what's to come:
Sunday, January 18, 2009
damn, i suck!
yes, haven't updated this in a long time. it's been too long. so let me just post this. 09 is going to have shit happen. i know that because im hiring myself to do a book. please keep watching, im updating this puppy regularly, and if i dont there will be hell to pay!
PS: eric canete just inspired my brains. that man is unreal!
Friday, July 18, 2008
SDCC
hey folks,
while i dont officially have a table at SDCC this year, i probably will be chillin' and taking a break from the sea of people at table 18 in artists alley. Howard Chaykin was nice enough to share it, so stop on by and say hi....and if i'm not there, Chaykin will be....and he's not only a swell fella, but a guest of honor this year too.
xoxo
-weshoyot
while i dont officially have a table at SDCC this year, i probably will be chillin' and taking a break from the sea of people at table 18 in artists alley. Howard Chaykin was nice enough to share it, so stop on by and say hi....and if i'm not there, Chaykin will be....and he's not only a swell fella, but a guest of honor this year too.
xoxo
-weshoyot
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
stuff
hey,
so the countdown to SDCC has begun! im getting antsy and excited! it's like my one nice long vacation per year....
in other news:
i have some sweet art on ebay right now for sale to support my holiday in san diego. just search keyword 'weshoyot' on ebay....
my b-day is coming up too...im going to be old...like super old! UGH! but i get to eat cake, so that'll be emotional eating and i'll feel better
i also got interviewed by a fellow myspace buddy. He asked some good questions, so if anyone feels like reading something, this is some good something to read:
http://anm-okc.blogspot.com/2008/06/ipi-indigenous-peeps-in-industry-01.html
I'm going to be doing some full issues rather soon as well, which means new art, and hopefully better art.
wish me luck!
-wa
so the countdown to SDCC has begun! im getting antsy and excited! it's like my one nice long vacation per year....
in other news:
i have some sweet art on ebay right now for sale to support my holiday in san diego. just search keyword 'weshoyot' on ebay....
my b-day is coming up too...im going to be old...like super old! UGH! but i get to eat cake, so that'll be emotional eating and i'll feel better
i also got interviewed by a fellow myspace buddy. He asked some good questions, so if anyone feels like reading something, this is some good something to read:
http://anm-okc.blogspot.com/2008/06/ipi-indigenous-peeps-in-industry-01.html
I'm going to be doing some full issues rather soon as well, which means new art, and hopefully better art.
wish me luck!
-wa
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
about me....
okay, so i have gotten a few 'where'd you learn to draw' messages and things like that so im up to answer questions, if you'd like to ask them.
I have been drawing since I was little....it has always interested me. I wanted to be an animator...i wanted to create movies like the little mermaid and stuff.....I was always in awe at the way animation was made and how they got drawing to move. I got into comics when i was in 5th grade, after my mom bought a box of marvel flaire trading cards at a yard sale for me. since then, i was hooked. I used to draw from those cards, and got all sortz of made fun of. "why do you draw boobies" "ewww your gross" but somehow I didn't care because I thought they never understood it. The feeling I'd get when drawing....I guess it would be called 'passion' or 'drive', but somehow that was more important to me than letting their mean ways get to me. I made a descision way back then that I wanted to be a famous artist and would do whatever I could to get there.
I entered contests and won a lot. I got sucked more into art as i got older, which made me give up friends and social things most kids do. But I didn't seem to mind all that much....I was happy living in my own world. I read a lot of books, I entered contests and throughout school realized a bit more of what I wanted to do. I graduated high school early, because I was sick of being around people that weren't like me. I was taking college classes while in high school and wanted to be one of those kids on the news that graduates college and high school at the same time. I dont think my parents ever quite understood my passion, as they felt the social experience of high school was important and wouldn't let me do independant study until my junior year. And after I lost all the art I had ever made in a school fire in the art room.
i grieved a lot from that, questioned if art was really what I was supposed to do in life, and reconfigured how important the worlds were that I made up in my sketchbooks....I gradually came back after about a year of wandering and doing a lot of thinking about art, and not actually materializing it. I went to CALARTS for a high school summer school program in animation: which I loved but also got a reality check from: as the handdrawn animation industry at the time was dying.
I went to college. I won scholarshp competitions to pay for art supplies I couldn't normally afford. I dreamed of going to art school, but the dreams wouldn't cough up the $40,000 i needed and so i went on to go finish my degree at a newly refurbished mental institution, that I think I nearly lost my mind at. Im now at a good place, and I think I'm going in a good direction. I only looked back today after reading something deemed ficticious, but based on truth that made me reflect on the hours I used to spend righting all the ideas and feelings in my head down in strathmore sketchbooks. It inspired me to write this, so thank you troubled girl....
I have been drawing since I was little....it has always interested me. I wanted to be an animator...i wanted to create movies like the little mermaid and stuff.....I was always in awe at the way animation was made and how they got drawing to move. I got into comics when i was in 5th grade, after my mom bought a box of marvel flaire trading cards at a yard sale for me. since then, i was hooked. I used to draw from those cards, and got all sortz of made fun of. "why do you draw boobies" "ewww your gross" but somehow I didn't care because I thought they never understood it. The feeling I'd get when drawing....I guess it would be called 'passion' or 'drive', but somehow that was more important to me than letting their mean ways get to me. I made a descision way back then that I wanted to be a famous artist and would do whatever I could to get there.
I entered contests and won a lot. I got sucked more into art as i got older, which made me give up friends and social things most kids do. But I didn't seem to mind all that much....I was happy living in my own world. I read a lot of books, I entered contests and throughout school realized a bit more of what I wanted to do. I graduated high school early, because I was sick of being around people that weren't like me. I was taking college classes while in high school and wanted to be one of those kids on the news that graduates college and high school at the same time. I dont think my parents ever quite understood my passion, as they felt the social experience of high school was important and wouldn't let me do independant study until my junior year. And after I lost all the art I had ever made in a school fire in the art room.
i grieved a lot from that, questioned if art was really what I was supposed to do in life, and reconfigured how important the worlds were that I made up in my sketchbooks....I gradually came back after about a year of wandering and doing a lot of thinking about art, and not actually materializing it. I went to CALARTS for a high school summer school program in animation: which I loved but also got a reality check from: as the handdrawn animation industry at the time was dying.
I went to college. I won scholarshp competitions to pay for art supplies I couldn't normally afford. I dreamed of going to art school, but the dreams wouldn't cough up the $40,000 i needed and so i went on to go finish my degree at a newly refurbished mental institution, that I think I nearly lost my mind at. Im now at a good place, and I think I'm going in a good direction. I only looked back today after reading something deemed ficticious, but based on truth that made me reflect on the hours I used to spend righting all the ideas and feelings in my head down in strathmore sketchbooks. It inspired me to write this, so thank you troubled girl....
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