Sketch I did with some interesting patterns… The flower is actually drawing from life. : )

A few more things… which were laying around on my computer

Some new things for you all to look at. A few speed painting experiments… 15 min or less.. and some sketches I did on the bus…

I hope you enjoy ‘em.

I was writing in my sleep again… sometimes I do math problems as I dream, sometimes I draw and paint whilst under my covers. But, I suddenly found someone speaking to me in my dreams, a narrator I found quite amusing. A kid that had been brought back to life, and everyone was calling him Frankenstein, despite the fact that that has never been his name… I wrote it down as I first heard it in my dream. I hope you enjoy.

My Name is Not Frankenstein

by Sasha Stowers

Dying wasn’t hard. There was a flash of light as the truck collided, a surge of pain, and then nothing. I don’t remember hitting the ground, or maybe that was wrapped in with the rest of the pain. My last thought was that I was awfully glad I had clean underwear on.

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My name is not Frankenstein, however once you get ran over by truck, threaded back together, strapped to a table, and struck by lighting, people get it into their heads that they can name you.

Twelve years being called one name and then someone can start calling you something else. It’s true that a name in exchange for coming back to life seems like a small price, but Frankenstein? That’s what the reporters decided to call me. You’d think that journalist, who write for a living, could pick up or—I don’t know—read a book sometime.

Frankenstein’s monster first appeared in a book by a lady named Mary Shelly. Through the whole book, the monster is called a creature, a devil, a fiend, and a host of other nasty names, but never Frankenstein. So, all those movies with a dude with bolts sticking out of his head moaning and walking like he can’t bend his knees are wrong.

In case you’re wondering, I don’t have bolts in my head or walk like that, and I don’t moan either. I stutter sometimes, but no one ever notices. The reporters rarely ask me questions, and when they do, the doctor always interrupts.

I hate the doctor.

“Frankie,” he said when I first met him. He stood next some electrodes, which I was certain was there just to look impressive. “I’ve accomplished what no other man has.”

I was just waking up then. My vision was blurry, but I could make out the cold mechanical look of the laboratory and the calculating tone of the doctor’s voice. I didn’t like it. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve brought you back to life, Frankie!” He had his hair growing in all sorts of directions, and it looked like he’d gotten the electric shock, not me. Maybe he was trying to look like Einstein. Maybe all mad scientist looked like that. Maybe it was a law. “I’m a genius.” He smiled widely to himself.

I looked around me. No one else was there but us.

I wasn’t a not a shrink, but it seemed obvious to me that this man was crazy. He had brought me to some lab, was talking to a Frankie, whom was not there, and was claiming he’d brought someone back to life. “Ah, that’s very nice, sir.” I searched for an exit. “I think I’ll go now.”

I tried to slide off the operation table, and I noticed the stitches all over my legs and arms for the first time. My clothes had been changed too. I was in a hospital gown. My eyes popped. “What have you done to me?”

“I’ve already told you, Frankie.” He looked dead at me. “I’ve brought you back to life.” He curled his lips and I didn’t curl mine.

This is part of a CG… I don’t believe I’ll finish it : / Anyways here it is

I seem to like the orange/blue color scheme, don’t I?

CLICK THE THUMBS TO GET TO THE FILE : )

Pencil sketch… haha, I can’t stop writing. I write on my art all the time ^^;

I love Painter X. It’s the sex. ^^ It’s correspondence with the tablet is above and beyond that of photoshop. It’s almost… almost like drawing in real life.

I’m currently working the top of the “incompletes” I uploaded a while ago. It’s turning out quite well. I’ve been rather obsessed with it, even it has been a pain to do. I don’t think I’m going to have the heart to sell it. At least on the original. You get sentimental when you’ve been staring at the same drawing for days trying to get it right and then it suddenly does what you want to do….

I was talking with my little brother… whom is the cutest thing on this earth. He acts like an old man–compulsive worry, compulsive complaining, doesn’t want to try anything new, and I’m around twice his age and act like a kid–a disney character come to life, that’s me. We get along great. XD Anyway, He was telling me about how he doesn’t know how to draw, blah, blah. I think he’s drawing are quite good. I’ve seen worse >> My drawings when I was little are proof. He was telling me how he doesn’t know how I draw. How I’m there with the paper and then “BAM!” there’s my drawing. I had to laugh at that. It’s amazing how people think that “BAM!” and the art is done. Sometimes I’m even guilty of this type of stuff, I see someone’s art and I think. Goodness gracious… that person is a wizard O.O but in the end they are just human beings and cannot “BAM!” create masterpieces.

I once read a quote my Michelangelo. It went something like, “If people knew how hard I had worked to get where I am, they would not think me so great.”…. give or take.

I’m pushing to get my current drawing done…. I’ve felt really sick for the past three days. Bah, I intensely dislike being ill.

I’m going to have to think of more titles XD

Trying to get faster art drawing on my tablet. So here’s some 5-15 drawings : )

I thought it might be appropriate to introduce my novel to you all. The Wormwood Prophet is a novel directed toward the middle grade children’s book market, and to tell the truth, and it’s rather dark.

I didn’t mean for it to be… it simply is. A great deal of it was written during a time in which they’re was a chance I could have cancer and another large portion was written as my uncle lay dying. So, you get out what you put in. I’m rather happy with the darker elements within it. I don’t believe they are unnecessary, but at times… I will admit that I was a bit harsh with my characters. They’re lives are downright depressing. I wouldn’t want to trade mine with anyone of them.

*cough* But, I do believe I’ve gotten ahead of myself. Any proper introduction begins with the characters. My main character is Charlie Sear–a millionaire’s son, with some ‘gifts’ he’s not allowed to talk about. Charlie has some issues. First off, Charlie has visions–and not of daisies and bunnies either. Typically they’re of living shadows without faces hunting him down, oppressed childhood memories, or a doomed future. Also, his brother and mother are dead and he blames himself–as he saw what was going to happen to them before it happens and was unable to prevent it. Charlie’s a loner. He is ‘home-schooled’ by his father, but his father’s around so rarely, it’s more like he’s just self-taught. Despite his father keeping him out of the Arts(of Mysticism), Charlie’s fairly talented. Although his father has bound his powers 10 fold(most people would be rather limited with two), Charlie is still able to perform feats even trained mystics are unable to.

The story begins with Charlie being abducted by these faceless shadows, and being brought into a world of darkness. He escapes narrowly, being guided by the lantern of a girl going to mourn her father. As it turns out, the girl happens to be the newly appointed Queen of a powerful secret kingdom. Queen Amy, is actually recently deceased king’s adopted daughter. She was originally a high ranking lady on small island… but when her entire village was destroyed, and she finished her training with some elvin-like people living under the earth, she was left homeless. The king was kind enough to accept her as his own.

Anyway, being finally exposed to the world he was kept from, Charlie finds out that he’s visions are not a common ability among the gifted. In fact, no one has seen a true prophet for over one hundred years. He also finds that his father is no ordinary mystic himself, he’s actually a big hero among mystics, being checked with bringing down an evil mystic single-handed, and Charlie is being followed by his abductors still.

That’s what… the first 15 or so chapters? There’s traitors, friends, death, and all types of things later in the plot. You’re going to have to actually read the book when it’s published.

As far as the ‘magic’ system. Myst, short for the mystical, is based on connections. The most common form of the Art is the connection between people, as these are the deepest connections. It’s a bit harder than with random objects and larger ideas like elements–earth, fire, water, wind, ect.

Woah, look at the time… well, that’s all for today. More later : )