Artist: The Ramones
Track: "I Wanna Be Sedated"
Plays: 14,557 plays


"I Wanna Be Sedated" by The Ramones

Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, no where to go 
I wanna be sedated



Go undercover with artist Rich Ellis and his exclusive “Operation S.I.N.” sketchbook, featuring Peggy Carterhttp://bit.ly/1rnqEx1






… These kids will rule the world.


I need these children

When the blind lead the blind, get out the way. #profound

Some of these would look so good on t-shirts

#dr horrible
me: I want a movie where the villain wins
dr. horrible:
me: no
me: not like this




Just got back from the gym



Barton, I’ve been compromised.

#jeka jabber

I ordered some stuff from Bodyline today! :D  It’s new shoes, a cutsew, and a JSK that I’ve wanted for a while.




why does no one ever talk about what fire actually is like it’s not a solid, liquid or gas, it’s just kinda there

this is one of the things that have mindfucked me since forever
like what is it

I asked my chemistry teacher this the other day and he said it’s technically a gas but then he whispered that it’s actually not and scientists just don’t want to admit that they have no fucking clue
my chemistry teacher’s great

When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.
—A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via africandogontheprairie)



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armor, ink and digital

ever have one of those flash fantasies where you’re embracing and cutting through an emotionally unavailable man on a bed of twisting fiddle heads?  yea, me too.

god my choice in subject is so fucking weird sometimes.

sophia and i talked a lot about the direction of contemporary illustration (mostly editorial) and how it relates to our work.  i decided that i had to start creating art that had more balls.  seriously.  i’ve always felt so conservative with all my aesthetic choices:  anatomy, value, palette, texture, subject, media.  everything is always so bland.  considering the ink work on armor was already finished by the time i spoke with sophia, my attempt at addressing this problem came in the form of an uncharacteristic palette choice:  red.  mother fucking red.  

what i didn’t realize at the time was that i am intellectually incapable of working with red.  my natural inclination is to use it conservatively and offset it with its complement.  the first color sketches of this thing, therefore, came out green.  i stared at it and screamed, “NO, RED!”  then i got up and went to sleep.  my eyes wanted to bleed (but i’m sure it would have come out green instead).

so i finally muscled my way into a red palette, but i can’t shake how much it reminds me of a kurosawa film.  maybe that’s a good thing.  he was a little zany, which i like lol.

another thing about this color sceme that proved troublesome was the heavy use of black.  whenever black plays a dominant role in a piece, it tends to suck out the saturation from the rest of the colors.  i ended up spending a lot of time exporting different versions of this with varying levels of saturation.  some made my brain hurt, some looked depressing.  i think i arrived at a happy, juicy medium.  at least i hope i did.

regarding subject matter, i noticed that a lot of people seem to think my work is about “love.”  it’s come up in descriptions and conversations before, “well he clearly loves her,” “it feels so romantic,” etc.  the strange part is that almost none of my illustrations are actually about love.  it’s quite the opposite.  i explained it to a friend of mine:  the ambiguity or mistaken judgements in tone are due to my identical experiences in the last year.  i just thought i’d clear that up lol.

one more boring note that i’m sure no one noticed or cares about is the issue of the signature.  this is literally the first piece i’ve decided to sign in the last 5 years.  while a freshman in art school, my dear drawing professor, george parrino, berated everyone in my class for turning in signed homework assignments, “what are you showing your paper bag drawing at the Met?  are you having a retrospective at the Guggenheim?  get that signature off there.”  he scared the signature out of me— and i stayed scared for years.

i also realized that my obnoxious john-hancock-sized signature threw off my compositions (i literally used to use it to help balance out bad designs when i was younger and dumber haha).  going back to the signature is experimental.  it still seems arrogant of me to sign something, but that’s due to my art-school-freshman-modesty.  in reality, though, that’s just stupid.  


"you wear that a lot" yes that is because i, a proud owner of a washing machine,

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This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.


When you only use mechanical pencils and they require a number 2 for a test