It’s been a long time coming.

I still have a desire to tweak some of it, but I’m finally at a point where I’m comfortable with sharing my design & illustration portfolio. Please have a gander, poke around, and let me know if anything is unsatisfactory.

Beyond that, if you feel that I’d be suitable for an open job or an upcoming project, your recommendation would be extremely appreciated.

A gigantic-sized thank you to the beta testers (your cookie is in the mail). A Jupiter-sized thank you to Derek for helping me troubleshoot the site. I owe you big.

“‘Bout to get my run on, so hold the commas.”

Pants on fire.

Man, do I know how to lie. I’m working, folks… just not on weekly pieces. I’ve got two shows to create art for and then I’ve got a list of projects (that I’m extremely excited about) to attack. You’ll see stuff when I finish it. I promise.

Soul Meets Body

There are some people who you look at… and you marvel at how well they’re put together… how creative, intelligent, and humorous they are… how much they’re loved… you admire them… envy them to an extent… and then God decides to call them home… before their time should be up… it’s shocking… it makes you re-evaluate and re-prioritize… you take stock for the millionth time… make resolutions for the millionth time… and you hope pray that you’re finally ready to live your life. God doesn’t wait for anyone; tomorrow is not promised.

Thank you, EMZ, for becoming my inspiration. You have moved me more than you will ever know.


I’ve always wanted your love, but I couldn’t help but push you away. I was taught to hate him with every fiber of my being… with my whole heart… and you were a product of that man. You were an extension of him, something to be loathed, and I distrusted you from the very beginning. I’m so sorry for how things turned out. I’m so sorry for everything.

Unintended Prose

from daye

i couldnt help thinking that people have always died and people have always been buried […] we dug holes ourselves, we placed loved ones in these holes, and covered them ourselves. when i die just wrap me in a sheet and place me in the earth. i want my friends and loved ones to cover me themselves. i want them to get their hands dirty and participate in my passing. i want them to help me on my way as i hope i am living my life; messy, with hands dirty from trying to scratch a place for myself, and calloused from trying to be of help to those around me. as i want to be a willing participant in the lives of those i love and care for, i would want just one last time to know that those who love and care for me, are willing to participate in the last moments of my bodily form.


The following are quotes from Chuck Palahniuk’s Diary. The plot gets a little hokey, but the many bits of trivia and emotional insight are pretty wonderful (especially if you’re an “arteest”).

“If you’re reading this, welcome back to reality. This is where all that glorious, unlimited potential of your youth has led. All that unfulfilled promise. Here’s what you’ve done with your life.”

“The paradox of being a professional artist. How we spend our lives trying to express ourselves well, but we have nothing to tell. We want creativity to be a system of cause and effect. Results. Marketable product. We want dedication and discipline to equal recognition and reward. We get on our art school treadmill, our graduate program for a master’s in fine arts, and practice, practice, practice. With all our excellent skills, we have nothing special to document. According to Peter, nothing pisses us off more than when some strung-out drug addict, a lazy bum, or a slobbering pervert creates a masterpiece. As if by accident.
Some idiot who’s not afraid to say what they really love.”

[the twilight sad. thanks, allen. one of the best recommendations i’ve ever gotten.]

Sow, Reap

“Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they’d leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. … Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol’ Adam and Eve story? … You ever wonder when God’s coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

In No Particular Order…

The Sundays
Here’s Where the Story Ends

The Cure

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Toad the Wet Sprocket
Walk On the Ocean

The Smashing Pumpkins

New Mistake

Passing Me By

Black Sheep
The Choice is Yours

The Juliana Hatfield Three
My Sister

Venus as a Boy

Digable Planets
Rebirth of Slick

Dr. Dre
Ain’t Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang

Keep Ya Head Up

Mazzy Star
Fade Into You

Faith No More

Randumbs, Quatro

I spent Thanksgiving with friends. They have a karaoke machine.

I don’t do appointment TV. Whether it’s because TV shows suck now or because I can’t be bothered with it all (really, it’s because I don’t have cable), I just don’t. However, I am hooked on Heroes. Say what you will, but it’s the bee’s knees and I say “Yes.”

I let you guys know how I feel about Boogie last year with a pretty concise post. Well, when his book “It’s All Good” came out last month, I was quick to snatch it up. I won’t get into any art-fag speech about how great photos are built around narratives and become documents/proof of reality blah-blah-blah, but know that just 1/3 of the art in this book is the photography. Another 1/3 of the art is Boogie being accepted and allowed to photograph his subjects and their locales. The final 1/3 is the actual subjects themselves and their stories. Seriously. You like to complain about the shitty things in your life, but nothing will ever compare to the stories (told in first person) of the people featured.

Go see The Prestige. One of the best Hollywood movies I’ve seen in a long time.


When I first came across Michael Hussar‘s work, I initially just dismissed it. But then I kept looking at it. And looking at it. Beyond the technical mastery, the work has that perverse quality to it… like Se7en and Gottfried Helnwein… that I can’t help but enjoy. It’s twisted and it makes me question my taste, but damn it’s good.

Everyone, pay attention to what I’m about to say: painting a house, every single room and hallway, sucks.

Uhm. Yeah. MySpace.

I was watching Saturday morning cartoons with my daughter and there was a commercial for a Barbie party house. It struck me as odd that there were these 10 year old girls oohing and aahing over a Barbie dressed in a tube top and an uber-uber-short mini-skirt, hanging out in a jacuzzi drinking a beverage. I mean… really? Has it gotten that far?

I don’t care what you say. Whatever. Q-100’s The Bert Show is the best morning show on Atlanta radio. It may cause serious side effects, like me growing a vagina, but damn if I don’t love it.

Uhm. Yeah. Blackface. (see Randumbs, Part Deux, item 07)

I’m sure you folks could care less about my BS, so during lunch I’ll scan in a drawering and post it up. OLÉ!

Shakin’ the Evil Outta My Head


so… it’s been a long time since my last post. a couple of you guys are still checking up on me, which i am truly grateful for. it’s funny. i get kinda irritated when blogs aren’t timely and consistent with their updates, and and then i think… oh wait… uhm… do as i say, not as i do, damnit. in any case, thanks to you all who are sticking around and being “loyal readers.”

there has to be a word that describes how busy my life is at the moment. busy just does not cover it. the 9 to 5 has totally become a 9 to 10, which sucks something hard. it’s a cool project that i’m working on (hush, hush, secret, secret), but it’s getting old fast. when i get home, i’m only able to spend a couple of hours with the family. then, i start on my side projects and work ’til about 2 or 3. lather, rinse, repeat. i’m neglecting really important people in my life and my health is turning to shit. yay! i’ll play the violin for you in a second…

on a positive note, it looks like i’ll be closing on my first house at the end of october. i finally get to have my own space… instead of camping out in the dining area like i have been. halloween, a new house, aaand my birthday? all at once?! what could be better? i’ll tell you what could be better: me expecting a baby boy in february, that’s what! that’s right. me = papa x 2! now i’ll have one of each… a chance to screw up two genders. i keed. i can’t even imagine how i’m going to love this kid as much as i do my baby girl. he’ll have his work cut out for him. she’s pretty damn adorable. did i tell you about when she first laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me tight around my neck? oh, i didn’t? well… uhm… i just did. it was, hands down, the best feeling i’ve ever had in my entire life (for now… them growing up to become the leaders of the free world might come a close second). so, now the quest is on for boy’s names. having “phansavanh” as a surname ain’t easy folks… needless to say, i’m pretty stoked.

speaking of being stoked, check out the dissected companion from kaws if you have yet to see it. it dropped yesterday at the original fake store in japan. 14″ of yummy, rotocasted goodness.

check out kaws on honeyee, too. i’ve been meaning to link that up for awhile.

i also want to link up this guy before i take off. i’ve had a renewed interest in neoclassicism and realism ever since my trip to holland. and when i saw david kassan’s work… wow. i am very impressed by his work. when i first started drawing, the realists were always my heroes. i’ve done some pretty realistic pieces in the past, but i’ve always tended to stylize everything. i think that i want to start going back to my roots. the basics. let’s see what comes out of that desire.

have a good one, y’all. be good.

[lots of tool and a perfect circle and natalie merchant and clipse… i dunno… i go through cycles]

Here’s to…

the end of a hellish week. Everybody out there in the world, go enjoy yourself. All work and no play makes Jack go crazy.

Be safe.


when i was a kid, i would dip my animal crackers in my cherry kool-aid.

that’s it… a whole post just for that random thought.

I am…

not dead, dear readers… but i am a little sunburnt. should i even bother promising anything new anymore? ah well, here is something for your troubles. it has yet to see the light of day, but you all get the first peek.