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As requested, a sketch of zombie!Hamilton exacting his revenge on Burr. He pulled the bullet out of his gut nbd.
Haha, that’s niice :P
The first of several posts today- I’ve really been putting in the hours at the drawing desk, but I can get these out while things are (somewhat) slower. Plus, I’ve got crazy blogger’s guilt. That is, the amount of guilt is crazy, not the blogger…
Here are some sketches from last week’s free day at the zoo. It’s fun to get some variety in subject matter- Usually my sketchbooks are filled with coffee shop patrons. Also, the fresh (re: reeking of small children) air and the adoration (re: constantly hearing “AW SHIT, THEY DRAWIN’!!!”) of the zoogoers are bonuses.
Quickie commission that I did the other day. “Funny” story with this guy: I get a call from someone wanting a painting as a wedding gift, a dinner scene with the bride and groom. I’m happy to accommodate most requests, so no problem. He told me when he needed it done- the next day since he was literally leaving the next evening. Normally this kind of thing gets the big “FUCK YOU, YOU CAN’T PAY ME ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT.” But a) I had a some time between projects, b) I’m hard-headed and intrigued by the challenge , and the voice yelling “No is for pussies!!!” won’t shut up, and c) he made his offer…it was worth the marathon.
If there are any gaping holes in the composition (such as the space above the lovebirds’ head) it was because I was making room for text, phylacteries, and such. I wasn’t especially hot on it, but I liked the painting itself, so I scanned the image before making those additions.
ECF Game 6 Diary: Constants
45 points. 15 rebounds. 5 assists.
That’s the first such stat line in the playoffs since Wilt Chamberlain in 1964.
There was no competitive basketball game to be found tonight in Boston, no collapse and early departure for these Miami Heat, and more importantly, no criticism of LeBron James.
Not on this night. No questions about his eagerness to defer, or inability to put a team on his back in the most critical game of his career since his last one and until they tip off again.
It’s only been around two years since he walked off this same court a loser, tearing off his Cleveland Cavaliers jersey for the very last time.
These two years since have felt like ten in basketball years, maybe mutiply that several times when you think of the revolving door of storylines thrown at LeBron.
The despair, the anger, even the hate that most of us — including myself — project towards LeBron may be extreme, our statute of limitations on forgiving and forgetting should have expired long ago, but it still resonates today, and it still feels better than the alternative.
To root for this Heat team feels like a betrayal of right and wrong, or coming to an immoral decision about basketball and our exepectations of the greats. LeBron on Miami was never the storyline we asked for. This is not where we wanted the best player in the world to play. We demand the terms, and he feels the wrath for betraying them.
Fair or not, that’s the general feeling and it will remain so — even after a virtuoso performance that can be labelled as”one of a kind without a whiff of irony.
But even if those feelings are constant and indepedent of his performance, it is what he does on the court that is a moving variable that we can appreciate a night like tonight.
He’s not a good guy if he wins. He’s not a bad guy if he loses. He’s just not our guy is all.
There will be no sympathy in our perpetual deconstruction of LeBron, he’s just a proxy for our feelings. The anticipation for his failure, the need for each one of his shortcomings to remind him that he was wrong, that he is not above anything, and remind us that we stand for something better.
But on a night that he delivered a masterpiece just in the nick of time, all feelings gets pushed aside for just a moment, and his overwhelming talent is both scary and beautiful at the same time.
And it reminds us that those skills is more powerful than all of our venom combined.
He will never be the superstar that we can all admire and celebrate — but when his game decides to speak up on his behalf, we just all fall in line, sit down, watch and maybe just maybe, appreciate the magnitude of the performance.
Until tomorrow of course.
photo via NBA Through The Lens