Deepayan Bose

An influx of beginning-of-term-art-class inspiration is causing my heart and mind to hemorrhage.

This might just be as bad as artist’s block.

Everyone needs to make shittier art. Or make all this shit harder to find. Ya’ll make it too easy. 

Since I’m going to have a buttload of work, I’m going to be on campus a shit ton. This place will be nice to kill hours in.

I got tired of drawing expressions so I drew something expressionless.

Looks like I’ll be seeing the sunrise.

As a consequence of my extensive memory of people and my inability to let go of things, I am one to hold a grudge. Now this happens as a reaction and I’m able to override this consciously.

That’s only if I want to though.

If we’re friends I don’t really think about the number of times who’s paid for the food. If my friends are coming over, I don’t have a problem paying for the food and liquor nor have I ever asked my friends for gas money (mainly because my car isn’t highway safe). If you have a good reason why you don’t have the money, I’ll probably understand.

However, when people start expecting it out of me or get surprised when I need someone to cover me, they act like I have no right. 

So you best believe Imma count every fucking penny you owe me. I’m not as nice as Kai. 

I’d be an awesome vengeful spirit.

I’ll be keeping this one for my own, personal content: writings, sketches, thoughts, etc..

but you can look here for shit I find cool:

http://magnakatsu.tumblr.com/

Spent the day in the city to clear my artist’s block. I love drawing, but I just needed a break.

I mean do I have what it takes to be an artist? Can I stand drawing for days on end,non-stop? I can do it now, but there’s so many other things clouding my head and I went cross-eyed drawing drawing after a few all nighters.

But then I remember how much I love it. From the very core of who I am, I love art. And things are put in perspective. I will get better, I will be able to draw on a grand scale. There’s no question in that.

So don’t worry, Kai, I won’t let you down. We’ll see this comic through, but more so it will be dope as fuck.

Wicked Park.

Rasengunnin’

More Iron Domes everywhere. THAT IS OBVIOUSLY THE SOLUTION.

I turn on the fan when I sleep. Not because I’m hot, but because of the hum. I can’t stand the stagnant, stuffy air.

I need the monotonous buzz of the motor so that my mind can have something external to resonate to so that I am not left alone with the roaring silence of suburbia and my thoughts.

I enjoy solitude, but I need some sign of life whether it be a train, a cough, a snore, stray dogs, or an inanimate fan.

What happens when I see a Perfect Grade Astray.

Just the other day I found out my sister was the editor the lit mag at my high school. She said in passing as if she forgot. I mean I’m one to brag if I tie my shoes correctly.

I used to think I was living my sister’s shadow. She’s the one my family talks about; the Fulbright scholar helping the marginalized and the UCLA phd to be.

My family never compared us though because she is incomparable and now instead of being jealous and realize how proud I am to be her brother. There is no competition.

And I’m not saying there isn’t any competition because I’m a sexist pig she is a woman and there’s no need to compete with women, it’s because we’re different people doing different things.

-Bob Peak

To scared to go pee.
The smoke alarm keeps beeping.
Needs new battery.