FOR THE LOVE OF LOGIC

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why, and Where phases. 
For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question ‘How can we eat?’ the second by the question ‘Why do we eat?’ 

and the third by the question ‘Where shall we have lunch?”

Douglas Adams “hitchiker’s guide to galaxy”

So now that we’ve practically eradicted polio, measles,  high death rates during childbirth, or from simple infections we’ve snapped into an slmost comically extreme antiscience zone promoted by  people who are scared of anything that can be refered to as a chemical. I know we’re a cluster of fuckin  chemicals. I’m not the one you should be persuading. 

It doesn’t start or stop with vaccines. But putting your own wellbeing in danger is a bit different from doing the same for someone who cannot make his/her own decisions yet and fully relies on you. 

Getting Old and other forms of fun

Have you started forgetting how old you are yet? If not I envy you.
The other day I got ID’d at a bar and it was comedy worthy. 
“But I’m 30! No wait am I? No not 30…I’m 32? wait..”
The bouncer looked more confused than I felt.

 From what I know this happens to everyone in a slightly different form. One day we just stop keeping track. Maybe because our actual age contradicts our “this is how old I feel” age. How does a grown-up deal with a confusing situation? Right, stops paying attention to it hopes it will disappear.
Cheers!

Welly welly well

scarlet_alterego-character-design

So far the year is rocky. But then again maybe I should just rejoice and declare rocky is the new ecstatic.  #ALTERNATIVEFACTS  strike a gain.
Breath and repeat I AM CANADIAN I AM CANADIAN….
If somehow that does not quite help with the rage sip on your double double..keep repeating… consider horse tranquillises

Happy new year ( guess who forgot to publish a draft in time)

2016 was a year of personal loss, broken friendships, financial and health issues, so I’m happy to be done with it. I know…I know… it’s just calendar; a made up arbitrary point of reference. But we, humans, need closure even if it’s an arbitrary one.

I’ve never been big on resolutions.  So let’s call it something else.

It’s a day for arbitrary. I hope to do more illustrations next year. I will keep up with Scarlet but I have a few other things in mind. Do literature themed illustrations,  maybe? The books I like always inspire me to draw, paint or think of alternative book covers.  My Goodreads account is linked to the homepage if you’re interested to see what I’ve read or am reading at the moment.

The other thing is I see dreams that cannot just be classified. David Lynch directing dreams is the best way I can explain it. May be I’ll try to illustrate it too. Somehow I feel like I’ll fail

Happy New Year

Mr. Mependable


My only addiction.A little thing  anyone who’s been through architect school has in common. 

STRAY THOUGHTS AND IDEAS:I had a weird dream the other day. I had pissed off some really bad guys (I’ve bern binge watching Gotham lol) and they came after me destroyed my favourite Winsor and Newton watercolor set and took off. Makes me wonder what my subconscious considers a priority in my life.

Sometimes They Just Sneak Up On Me

Well, not sometimes, every time. It almost feels like having a good idea is never really my idea, no pun intended. Maybe they are sentient beings with a sick sense of humour  that grace as with their presence as and when they please. Cake at 2 AM?  not a problem. Perfect color scheme for artwork?  Only in a dream that you’ll forget 5 minutes after waking up no matter how hard you try not to. Maybe the greeks and Romans had a solid point on the whole idea of muses, except mine seems to be a bit too hairy/fluffy for a godesses (well I’m Armenian afterall)