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Ask me anything, insomniacs
13 years ago
Good evening, late-nighters.
I want to thank you all for being so supportive and reading all of the silly messages I post on here.
So, this is your opportunity to ask any questions that you would like. ANYTHING. No matter how personal.
Anything except my real name is free game. My art? My beard? What do I look like? What I do for a living? Go for it.
-Kigs
I want to thank you all for being so supportive and reading all of the silly messages I post on here.
So, this is your opportunity to ask any questions that you would like. ANYTHING. No matter how personal.
Anything except my real name is free game. My art? My beard? What do I look like? What I do for a living? Go for it.
-Kigs
Which concerns me, because I have TOTALLY cut my hair since then. I lost my long, lovely black locks, I'm afraid.
Unfortunately, I haven't gone to FC since I got into a fight with 2 at the bar... long story, there. Thankfully, it appears that we're cool now. Also unfortunately, I havn't been able to afford to go to AC for the last few years. Though, I am considering putting up a stand-up comedy album to raise funds to go this year, because I miss seeing all of my friends from the east coast.
What do you think? Is that a good idea?
SADFATS!
Alright, so here's what happened with Sadfats.
One day, I was SAD. Sad as a fat kid with no burgers. Sad as an orphan child with no where to put his rage. Sad as a emo kid who cheers up and realizes that he looks like a complete asshole.
In the midst of this sadness, I was living in college. The dorm room was 12ft by 12ft; a tiny little place. My roommate looks across the room, and sees me hunched over my computer, eating ice cream out of a bucket, on the verge of tears. So, instead of voicing his concern in person, he messages me FROM TEN FEET AWAY on AIM and asks me if I'm alright.
As unluck would have it, I was quite drunk/high/I DON'T REMEMBER at the time, so I tried to tell him that I felt both sad and fat. Because I was sad and nearly crying into my ice cream bucket. Instead, it came out a verb. Thus, I messaged him, "*SADFATS*.
No context. No grammar. No nothing.
Thus, the SADFAT was born.
BTW, I totally don't remember meeting you. I'm sorry, but it has been quite a long time and I met SO MANY AWESOME PEOPLE at AC. Could you remind me?
Do you still have my number?
HAHAHAAHAHAH!
We met through... a certain mutt. Who I think hates me too nowadays.
OH SHIT where are you living nowadays? Let me add you. I remember you being cool and WAY the fuck better than me at art.
I havn't posted on lj in forever. You're still cool,
*CREEPER*
(re that one time we took you to Mcminamens in Portland, OR, with Matt/Andy)
A house. Family?
Ugh, I'm lame.
A sketchbook is to my left.
It was a high compliment.
I seriously started drawing... like 5 years ago.
How is it unique?
Then, I learned a tidbit about composition along my travels with much more talented artists.
That's where I'm at.
That's why I find it kind of confusing when folks seem to look up to it. ESPECIALLY folks like you who seemingly know how to actually draw a picture. XD
That's why I like your stuff. You have a good sense of colored shadow and expressions.
That's why I end up collaborating with a lot of people on color works. It just doesn't seem to come as naturally to me as fun lines and composition.
Also, I better meet you at some point! :P
I'd totally be up for a collab if you have a good idea for one. I love collabing.
I'm seriously wondering what the appeal is. I was a business student. I don't understand it and I can definitely take a critique.