It’s Just a Dolphin

Posted on March 30, 2012 by Byong

Traditionally people give up or sacrifice something during the Lenten season, but for years now I’ve always done something of the opposite. I try to add something fulfilling to my life. This year I’ve decided to do a drawing a day.

Day 33

Shark’s are curious creatures. They attack because they think you’re food like a sea turtle or a sea lion. Humans aren’t food, but if you’re sitting on a surfboard or are an overweight person doing the frog, then you might look like food. If they’re not sure what you are, they’ll bump you first before they decide they’re going to bite.

So, if you’re worried about getting eaten by a shark, here are two things you can do:

Be a better swimmer. Less splashy, more flashy.
Don’t do the frog.

Seriously, if you get bit, punch the fekking thing in the nuts.

Alternatively, you can carry the pheromones of a dead shark, but you would essentially destroy the entire ecological balance of the California coast that depends on sharks for an entire year. You would be the cause of the collapse of the Californian fishing industry, people would go hungry and thousands would lose jobs, all because you were scurred of sharks. What kind of IronTEAM member are you? Shame on you. Shame.

More Toon?

Posted on March 29, 2012 by Byong

Day 32

There’s always a constant battle between letting my drawing instincts take over or take a more stylized approach. This is a simpler version of my natural drawing style, but I feel it better suits a stronger expression. It also allows me a larger margin of error – stylistically of course.

Simple Dreams (colorFULL)

Posted on March 28, 2012 by Byong

Day 31

And sometimes dreams can be simply beautiful.

Simple Dreams (flats)

Posted on March 28, 2012 by Byong

Day 30

Sometimes dreams can be simple…

Walking the Walk

Posted on March 26, 2012 by Byong

This is also my day 29 drawing

This year I made more than a resolution. The word resolution itself has become more of a joke; it exists in sarcasm. When used in the context of a lofty New Years goal, it has become an empty promise to get yourself to do something that you won’t see through. It’s a pipe dream. The word resolution itself entails the ideas of a decision. But decisions can be bad, they can be averted and changed, they don’t have to be fulfilled. New Years Resolutions are nothing more than a laundry lists of things you would like changed in your life.

Instead, I made a commitment. An unrelenting promise to steel my resolve and make some real changes in my life.

I’ve lived far too long not taking myself too seriously that I forgot to take the really important things in my life seriously.

The first step I took in making that change was literally making the first step.

I changed the way I walk.

It’s been shown that simply smiling makes you feel better. It’s a physiological response.

So I adapted that to my walking. I have a very distinct walk. People know my silhouette. People can recognize me from the way I stand and the way I walk; a result of years of poor self-esteem and the insecure stupid head trips of adolescence. I’m changing that. My posture, my stance, my gait.

I run. I ran my first marathon years ago and since then I’ve always been struggling with my gait. It’s ugly, it’s unattractive because deep inside, that’s how I felt. I didn’t look like a person running. I looked like a person pulling themselves with their feet. Pulling, like I’m trying to get myself out of a deep dark pit. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life pulling my way out of some unhappy vortex of compromises and broken dreams. I don’t want to settle. I want to push and move forward with confidence and excitement. I want to own my life.

I want to propel.