With Permo being vanquished (more about that later) I was in a lull as far as sketchbooks were concerned. You see I don’t find a sketch book. It kind of finds me. I sometimes search for odd books. Sometimes the odd book search leads me to find old looking book that happen to be completely blank. This is how I met SLYMI or “Smile Like You Mean It” It’s from the early 70’s. The paper stock is a little harsh for my taste, but like I said, it chose me so I’ll make due.
Three entries so far, but I’ll only show one and the cover for now…
Smile Like You Mean It
The Bug. First SLYMI upload
Spelling is bad and lines are sloppy, but this is a product of 4 large cups of coffee. Caffeine makes my brain see stars, orbits and vortex. In other words…I hallucinate. This is what happened. There is more to be thumb nailed.
Thanks for looking at more Permo entries. I have been fleshing out a lot of ideas lately. It’s pretty exciting…and exhausting. Been writing a little bit more. Some friends I have seem to enjoy the stories I write, so I need to find time to make those happen. Been inking pages for MY Emo Vortex art book. Trying to raise colorist money by doing sketch covers. I’m on this Grey Alien sketch cover kick that a few people seem to like, so I’m eeking those out as well. Things are a busy! My buddy Rob is almost finished with film school. We have a few things planned for that also. I’ll save writing about that later. Meanwhile here are some more Permo bloopers…
Longing to be normal
Organic trillabit data processor
Awkward teen demon
Just kidding it’s really me Dave. I pretend my pen is blood and Permo is the parchment to which I sacrifice myself in the form of embarrassing self revelation. I have to admit I don’t understand a lot of these thoughts I have. I spend more time than I want to tell trying to figure out the words and examples of things I see in dreams and fake memories. Looking on the internet. I dream about words and examples of things like Neosphere, Velocity compartmentalism, Ionic stasis and my favorite OCv (orbital cross vortex). The best way I can figure to relate the things going on in my noodle is to draw condensed (and silly) versions of these ideas. At least until I can understand the math to back it up. Here is it:
Armless Lady in a Space suit
In an artificial future I dream of amputees that are offered robotic prosthetics. Almost super limbs integrated into their nervous system. The only bill they pay is participation in an astronaut space program. They are monitored by control. Atmospheres can be toxic and missions can be very unethical. Control has the power to take over full operation of newly installed limb equipment as user becomes unwilling to participate (which occurs more times than not) I’ve dreamt of these missions.
This is a drawing of a traveler. An aggressive one. A time traveler who is unable to show his face due to fear of a paradox. Travelers move through vortex maps. These maps can calculate seemingly random wormholes that allow travelers to shift through time. There is a process to main travel which is from control. The map is to travel through smaller rings of time (minutes, days, weeks) If detected as an outside force by current time inhabitants a paradox can be created, nulling the map calculated by a history of climate changes and weather patterns. The traveler will be lost forever in a paradox of history.
The fabric of time, when manipulated can in theory literally look like fabric. Jumps through small intervals of time are referred to as “rips”. This is probably due to the theory that molecules (through cause of density) are ripped apart being temporarily demagnetized. By a still indescribable image the molecules first distort looking something like this, then reassembling as if through memory on the opposite side of the fabric. I’ve heard the term “Cheese clothed” used.
Ain’t no story about this guy. He’s just crazy.
Manic morbid thoughts
Manic morbid thoughts. I swear I’m going somewhere with this. I’d rather show in drawings than words though.
The being responsible for that robotic limb program is a scientist of sorts. It’s the cloned brain of a past known genius. Implanted into a head and torso. Also with a robotic body. It’s body is beta, so it looks a bit clumsy in appearance, but is very efficient. It’s isolation makes it disturbing for another to be around. It’s fascination with a human body and cerebral inscribing (human experiences) is strange and unsettling. I call this weird thing Gepetto on account of it’s recorded first stages of tinkering.
Well here it is. The truth as I have dreamt it. I understand this is fiction, but the visuals I have are becoming vivid, detailed and unnerving. I can’t avoid what I am learning. I can only hope this will make great stories before I go full insane and incoherent.
Here are more Permo: Circa 1942 entries. I’m a little sick of myself for this grey alien obsession I’ve developed as of late. It’s a phantom thought I try to avoid because of the rabbit hole that follows. At any rate the curiosity of evolution compels me…
Grey Alien Punisher
Laying out a Punisher sketch cover featuring a grey as Marvel comic’s Punisher The sketch came out okay. We’ll see how it translates.
The Tail Sitter.
A feeling during the act of procrastination.
Johnny’s New Diet
This is how I imagine animals perceive modern society. I’ll never understand animal domestication. It seems antisocial and vein to me. No offense intended. I like animals. I just don’t believe they are people.
A dream train wreck
I don’t have this dream often, but it is a reoccurring one. One of those things you can’t unseen, but kinda wish you did.
Here are some more Permo: Circa 1942 sketch book entries…
Getting ready for the big date
This drawing is my ideal of the separation of body and mind. As one attempts to help the other in somewhat of an awkward way.
As worm hole theories are being discovered this scientist is in the beginning experimental stages. Since one of his limbs are gone he devised a small worm hole generator fixed to cup the rounded stub attached to his shoulder. He is also experimenting with a larger version behind him. He has tuned in to a very specific controlled dimension. The creatures that attempt to come through have trouble acclimating to the scientist gravity which leaves them controlled and harmless to the scientist.
The fellow in the center refers to himself as the king. He has no concept of what a king is or does. Only how a king dresses. Approximately one year ago the creature hiding to the right discovered the ability to witness other worlds through an object it found in a watery cave. The object is the size of a frisbee and looks very similar to a mirror. Only it show other worlds as opposed to a reflection. They have named it an Uglaghc (at least thats’ what it sounds like). They are all obsessed with this discovery. They often reenact the things they see for entertainment. They are funny to watch.
waking to the world
Contact with the environment
Page 1. describes me (the idea of me) realizing the present reality. The world has grown to be so familiar it is sometimes difficult to remember where I am. In what I presume to be the “Waking” world and this dream world. The first sign is I am never there when the sun is out. I don’t know if there even is one. The second is there is 2 moons. I usually know for certain by the moon which reality I’m in. The last (and sometimes the most confusing) is the I only have 3 fingers and a thumb. I don’t know if I have a neck because I have instant 360 sight. I don’t believe I am human, but I only see myself as one for reference to my presumed identity.
Page 2. I have grown to be friends with this creature. It is somewhat of an outcast like myself. It’s appearance is holochrome similar to a chinese beetle only with more reflection (imagine the shifting color of a bubble before it bursts). It’s species is hyper evolving. Every offspring significantly evolves to adapt to the environment. It’s mother is recognized as something of a pet. It’s grandmother and insect, great grand mother a worm maggot and so on. The majority of the civilization in this area does not realize or understand this creature’s intelligence. It is seen as a giant unwanted nuisance.
Many of the species on this world have connected to what we might call telepathy. Speech is not only unused. It is so primitive, it is literally unheard. You could scream and never be noticed. They do not understand what we call sound. I am also still unable to “connect” with the majority. I communicate with this creature through body language. It is very witty, but lost and lonely.
I have a guide that helps me navigate and understand this world. It is in my head. I have never seen it. When I watch everyday life in the world the guide explains what is taking place and shows me examples so I can better interpret. It uses my memories to explain…well not “my” memories, but collected memories from what I would calls humans.