This is my second contest entry for the H3VR Meatmas Ornament Contest. It took a long time to make due to a busy schedule and a creativity slump. I drew six images on sticky paper and attached them to a tissue box we weren't using. Then I put this red, glitter paper in the opening and used a needle and thread to make it able to hang.

 

I'm currently working on several different Christmas/Meatmas ornaments for the H3VR Holiday contest. I have already submitted my first entry five days ago and am currently working on the second entry. 

I made this from household items. Aluminum foil, paper towel, egg carton, twine, sharpies, paper, and thread. I called him "Sausage Soldier"

I recently became employed at See's Candies. I wanted to draw a picture of cartoon representation wearing the uniform. I'm a bit rusty, but I think it turned out well. And to keep with the theme, It will stay black and white.

After writing a couple mediocre poems, I finally wrote this. I'm not sure what this is, but it speaks. 

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Monday morning. Her body weighs a ton. Her muscles and joints ache and pop. A thin layer of sweat beneath her hairline. Her heart is pounding and her breathing is heavy. Another night spent under a blanket of sand. Her dreams projecting her fears and dark desires. Rising from her cotton tomb, she groans and touches her feet to the floor. Dizzy, delirious, nauseous, a temporary blank slate. 

Memories leave, but emotions have left their stains. She doesn't know what to feel. For now she feels nothing. All vibrant colors have left her. Everything dull and lifeless except for the cruel, bright light burning her eyes. Convincing her that she has not achieved proper sleep. 

Minutes pass at a snails pace. She's wearing pajamas, but it feels like she's wearing a large, encumbering coat. Weighing her down until she sinks into her chair. It becomes clear when her parched mouth informs her of what she needs. Reminded of the cold pitcher of black tea in the fridge. Images of the cold, sweet liquid touching her tongue, filling her mouth, and revealing the empty space in her stomach. 

Yet... she does not move. Staring blindly at her computer screen. Scrolling through social media without thought. Watching random videos for entertainment. Robot. Statue. Cold. Lifeless. 

Trapped in her chair. Thirsty for tea. She won't help herself. She continues to sit and stare. She's still... except for her moving hands. Yet, her mind is tornado and her emotions a tsunami. All blocked behind a great, brick wall. Her surface remains hard as steel and just as cold. 

The bricks break. Her eyes flood. Her lips quiver. Her brows furrow. Quietly whimpering as her face contorts and twitches. Overwhelmed, she can no longer withstand. She cracks and crumbles. Knees falling to the ground. Hands hiding her face. Her entire body tense and shaking. Low whimpering evolves to a piercing cry.  She's wounded.

Time no longer has meaning or existence. Could have been seconds, minutes or hours before the storm subsides. Drained of her energy. Swollen, stinging eyes and cheeks. Sniffling. She returns to her bed. Encases herself inside her sanctuary. Drifting back to nothingness. Until the door to her much feared and desired realm unlocks and welcomes its master and prisoner. 

Written by: Julianne Bergmann (11-04-2017)

I spent this weekend at Rose City Comic Con working with the legendary, Neal Adams. He is an awesome, generous guy to work with. Not only did I get paid for my hard work, I was also gifted with six autographed prints; plus one autographed print from his son Joel Adams. I will only be showing four out of seven prints because three of them are gifts. These are wonderful pieces of art that I feel very lucky to have.

From Neal:

 

From Joel:

With just the use of a black ink pen and a red sharpie, I attempted a simple panda cartoon to make a friend smile. It's not my best work, but it's cute and I think it serves its purpose.

My hubby and I decided to start a D&D campaign based in Cyrodiil; the land in Oblivion (my favorite game) We didn't have much to do together so we decided a one-on-one game was the best course of action. We spent hours coming up with our characters and our back stories. I created an Orc named Ugasha who is a spoiled brat. I drew her and designed the dress she is wearing. I'm looking forward to playing her character and watching her grow in this campaign.

I finally did something bigger than practice runs. I admit that tracing was done, but the detailing and ink shading was all by my hand. First the characters (Calvin, Hobbes, and Cutter) were drawn and shaded on separate paper then cut out. Next, I took a different paper and splashed Black Sumi ink on it as a background design. Went a little nutty on it. Next, I used a glue stick to attach them all together. Now it looks like a cool group portrait.

I am still trying to get myself back into the art world. Since yesterday, I've only been doing small projects as a form of practice. Today I limited myself once again. I only allowed myself to use a blue colored pencil and to only remove my hand from the paper when my hand hurt. In other words, all are connected including my signature and symbols. It'll be hard to see in some parts because I colored in the background, but there are clear signs of connection. I see it as a weaker project than yesterday's, but I went with my gut regardless.

After a long break from art, I broke out the easel and let my mind and hands run wild. No thought process or plan whatsoever. I'm quite rusty, but the final result certainly isn't bad.

My heart has spoken last night.


For as long as I can remember, I've always had very strong feelings for Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. So much so, that I wouldn't think twice about it.

He has appeared in my dreams only twice in my life. First time he visited, we were standing in line together. I jumped in his arms the second I realized who he is. I felt his gray hair in my face. I smelled his scent. I thanked him for his wonderful gift as my heart swelled with love. I awoke in tears realizing it wasn't real.

Last night was another visit. But this one was different. I was in Hell surrounded by demons and Roger was Satan. I didn't see horns, red skin, hooves, and a tail though. I still saw Roger himself. I still saw his flowing. gray hair. I still smelled the same scent. I leaped into his arms and my heart bloomed like a red rose. He would try to reject me, but I refused to let him go. I knew who he really was and I loved him all the same. I didn't see what they saw.

I don't know what this meant or if there is a meaning to this dream at all. But to me, it meant that no matter which form he takes, I will always love him.

I like this really messed up cartoon on Youtube called "Salad Fingers." So much so that I was inspired to draw fan art. If this piece creeps you out, then I've done my job.

I drew up a birthday card for my boss. He's happy with it and so am I.

Newest project inspired by my recent work-antics. Turned out pretty sweet.

I drew this last night and now it's hanging at work. I'm so happy they liked this. It's me, Sarah, and Dalmacio as Funko Pops.

Finally a new post. I know it's been ages. This isn't the best since I'm rusty, but it makes me smile a little. This was inspired by an inside joke last December while visiting family. My gramma and I would always say that my dad looks like he could be related to Bruce Willis, John Goodman, and Woody Harrelson. While sitting at the dinner table, we thought this up and it made us laugh so hard. I hope it makes you laugh too.

Not every creation is a winner, but I still have a small sense a pride.

Hello everyone, here is a new update. I have a few projects in the works that I'm very excited about. Also, since I have been away in Sacramento, I got a couple things to post. Nothing major, but I feel pretty good about them. I hope you all like them.

1. Something small I made in elementary school. Gramma has been keeping it safe for a long time.

2. Think of this as an experiment. What happens to your innocent doodles when you're talking about unpleasant things? Your doodles become more crazy and dark.

3. I drew this for a great friend of mine after 1am. He likes it and so do I.

4. I drew this at 4am for my younger brother. I am very happy with it and he thinks it's tight.