John Park's Drawings and Sketches Page

Friday, August 18, 2006

For My Pal Ashley Strosnider!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Drawing Post 2!

So lately I've been working out of my Preston Blair book on the first two pages about head construction. I thought I'd post some of my tries so other people can look at them and tell me what a slob I am. (note: these aren't the entire lessons, just some of the more asthetically pleasing attempts spurred forth from them)

Humorous Letters Post 1! (this is a work of fiction)

Dear Alice,

If there ever was a time that I needed you it is now. Im sure your wondering where Ive been for the past five years. Well, its more than a little complicated but I will do my best to explain. I know this sounds funny but I have been stranded on a desert island! On a trip across the cold Atlantic my plane ripped in twine, spilling me and all other passengers to the sandy beaches below.

If you laid eyes on me today recognition would be nearly impossible for my grueling, forced fish and mango diet has rendered my once squeezably plush physique into a shivering husk. My gorgeous auburn locks have been beaten yellow by the malevolent rays of the beach sun and my flesh has been twisted into a taut leathery material not unlike the skin that forms on the top of pudding after sitting too long on the table. I am so hungry!

Enough about me. Let us talk about how you can help me. Although I am stranded on this vast wasteland and have been for many years (five to be exact as I told you before) not all hope is lost! Word around the swaying desert bush is that youve recently inherited some money. Lots, to be blunt.

I am only asking what I am so that I may be rid of this land and continue to live my life the way God intended it. With lots of money.

If you would be so kind as to forward all of it into my banking account I will surely walk on un-sanded floors once again and restore my meager frame to its original, healthy plump.

And you will not go unrewarded Im sure.

I understand you're probably skeptical but I can assure you that I am trapped in the middle of this island and my only way out is through your dead fathers money. I too would be skeptical if I received a letter from a person I hadn't seen in five years. Someone, no less, whom you thought to have seen at the grocery store last Friday, and whom when you approached to greet, shot violently out the nearest exit. That was not me but rather my twin brother, as I am stuck on this island, remember?

Im sure right now youre asking yourself "But he never had a twin brother when I knew him, did he?" As a reply let me reiterate that I have been here for five years, and a lot has changed since then. I do have a twin brother and he finds you very unattractive. So much so that he had to escape your conversation and is still plucking the shards of escape from his perfect replica of my former body. I, however, do find you attractive. Attractively wealthy and a kind and giving person. A kind person hopefully giving to get me off of this rotten sand dot in the midst of the harsh oceanic waters.

If you would be so kind as to adhere to my request (and probably avoid my twin brother at all costs as his reactions to repeated unattractiveness tend to swell in violence with each occurrence) then we shall both be rewarded. Me with my freedom, and you with ...whatever kind of deal we can work out. Hope to see you soon!

Strandedly Yours,
Jarthin Haplar

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Since when did people get so blunt? Not all people of course, but a certain group of people. You know the kinds, waltzing down the sidewalk, cell phone pressed to their ear, screaming and flailing their arms about like a crippled bird, displaying thier dissatisfaction at some person that isn't even in their immediate presence to every working ear and blinking eye. I thought most people held their privacy very close to their heart and fought viciously to secure that sacred idea. I guess I was wrong when it comes to these people. These shameless exhibitionists don't seem to mind letting the world in on their sick little conflicts. I will now pull a few examples from my personal experience folder.

'Sheeeet! How you be hatin' when we be doin' body shots?'

'The first time it was alright but the second time I was all like 'Hell No! Get up off me! And where the HELL are my clothes?''

'Yeah, it's a good thing I got that test done. I don't want that bitch accusing my ass of givin her that shit. Ain't my fault it feels like a struck matchbook every time she piss!'

And the list could go on with more examples piling out of my 'too much information' folder as well. I often wonder if it's an American thing. Do people feel the need to have over the phone scream fests in the middle of the street in places like England, or China? I doubt they do in China, seeing as they can't search the web without being watched by atleast ten Chinese G-men (or whatever they call them).

I'm all for honesty but when it comes to a point such as my examples I believe it crosses over the line of dispicable disregard for other peoples comfort levels (and in the most brutal cases other peoples vomit thresholds). There is only so much the casual passing public needs to know about a person, and most of the time it doesn't go too far beyond 'is that person going to step to the left or the right, or are we going to run straight into each other?' I see no need in inviting the mass public into your disfuntional relationship with whomever you disagree with at that moment.

I actually think it would be more efficient if people like such were required to wear either a billboard or have legible tattoos scribbled across their body that would explain in advance if that person is likely to share information over their loudspeaker that would make med students queasy. That way you can think, "Say! That fella often talks about the volumes of puke he flushed this weekend after another big party. I think I'll move to the other side of the street.' or
'That lady has collection of all her fallen pubic hairs and frequently talks about it to her friends. I should probably dodge into this 'Subway' until she has passes.'

That would certainly save me alot of time and lost lunches. I think the world would be a happier place as well. But thats just me.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Here is a mixture of drawings that I have done recently. Most are of my own creation but I have been going on a Daffy Duck drawing fit recently so those are there too! Enjoy! Or Don't. Whatever.

Crazy Bugs.

Boxing Daffy 1

Yelling Daffy

Boxing Daffy 2

Casual Daffy

Earl and Meavis

Earl Buggin'

Meavis Eatin

And Finally . . .

Dear Sweet Gerald!

I hope you've enjoyed my drawing post.