aw... they're good guys! ;)

I promised them this to lure them to see my blog...

realism???

ok this one aaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost looks like me :)


(no news on the comics front... but I am hopeful)

just that #2

the bad news: life is the same. love eludes me.

the good news: someone is interested in publishing my comics.


fingers crossed

stuff I like...

• to read
• to watch
  
• to listen to
  
• to eat

noise

whenever I have free time I like to draw.

Often I grab my sketchbook and sit at the park for hours. Some times I go to a starbucks or something but I always regret it.

People are too. darn. noisy!
Really guys! No respect for your fellow man? At all?
It's bad enough that I always have to worry if someone recognises me, can I just enjoy some peace and quiet?!


...


sorry about that I'm in a foul mood.


We closed a big case at work and now I have some downtime... but when every girl I try to draw ends up looking like Angela, who can I put her out of my mind?

anyway.

I read the latest Jeffrey Brown book btw. Beautiful as always

color

trying to have more color in my comics

...hoping my life will follow

is her name

why did I bother hidding it? she's never going to see my blog.
no one cares.

just that

don't feel like talking today. She slept with the new guy at work.

another night another party

another attempt by my friends to hook me up.


I HAVE had "one night stands"... It's an empty, sad thing...

thank you all

...for keeping me sane

we men

we do not all think with our dicks.
we do not all like sports.
we are not all pigs.
we do not all fart in front of each other.
we do not all hate romantic comedies.
we do not all like to flirt (or worse) for sport.
we do not all cheat on our girls.

get. it. straight.

please

nope.

not happening. artist's block.
maybe it's sign... :(

she

She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

some nights...

I could say that I dreamt we were together. That one night she looked at me differently, she saw my soul. She came over, we spent the night in each other's arms. The next morning breackfast in bed, a walk in the park, flying over the city... in love.
I wish I could say it was just just a dream.

but I was awake. Awake all night, second night in a row, imagining how my life would be if only...

smoke. tomine.

only a night?

Watched this movie the other night. It's not very well-known... It's with the guy from Reality Bites and Dead Poets Society. I think it's my new favorite movie! You must check it out. It's sweet, it's real, it's touching. It's the night I want to sent with *******, the perfect date.

I had to do this pic. It's the movie poster with her and me instead of the film couple.

If only... heh...

I cannot stop thinking about it.

facebook

btw I'm on Facebook...
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1342114959

(this is the real me. The other guy claiming to be me closed his account)

crush #3

crush #2

crush #1

redux

I redrew this...
I felt confident to draw her eyes.

It really helps me to draw these pics. It focuses my emotions. (As I'm sure you can tell) I'm not that eloquent, so I prefer to express myself through my drawings.

So is this one better? or the old one? (below)

Or should I not bother reworking old pic? Do they lose their truth? Do they become artificial?
I try to have my sketchbook with me at all time and draw things as they happen... to capture the moment. Reworking stuff feels weird.


(ok... i dunno If I'll keep posting songs but this one... god...)

true story

Apparently I'm her "buddy"...
her "pal"...


I did give her condoms.
This guy... this slimy douce...
The next time someone pays me a compliment -"Oh, I'm so handsome... I'm so hot"- I'm gonna point this guy to him. "Why is it that he gets the girl then?"


There was a time I was confident in myself. Now I don't know...

a touch...

A touch MEANS something...
At least it SHOULD.

Every time she touches me I feel electricity. I feel hope.
Let's stop hugging your "friends" please. Physical contact should mean physical attraction.


Another party last night. She was the same... her "party self". Everyone at work thinks she's the coolest. Everyone wants to f*ck her...

Only I want to love her.

nice to meet you

It's been 2 weeks since I first met her. I cannot tell you her name, she wouldn't like it.

My friends were draging me to this party again tonight. I felt like staying home. I've been drawing more and more since I met her. I did this pic of that first moment. (she wasn't wearing glasses but I cannot do her eyes justice).


My name is Leo Hartfield. Some of you know me, some of you don't. I don't think she likes me and I have to share it with someone. If you've had your heart broken too, you are my friend.

I'm Sorry I Love You by The Magnetic Fields

A single rose in your garden dwells
Like any rose it's not itself
It is my love in your garden grows
but let's pretend it's just a rose
Well I'm sorry that I love you
It's a phase that I'm going through
There is nothing that I can do
and I'm sorry that I love you
Do not listen to my song
Don't remember it, don't sing along
Let's pretned it's a work of art
Let's pretend it's not my heart...
The rose will fade when summer's gone
The song will fade and I'll be gone
because my heart is dying too
and it's all the same to you