Pin-Up: From Objectification to EmpowermentIn researching the history of pin up art I found that before there were the “centerfold girls” there were the “pin-up calendar girls” – the semi-nude young women in lingerie whose photographs adorned calendars sold semi-legally from under the counters of gas stations and truck stops.More Like This
Wed Feb 01, 2011, 11:00 PM
In researching the history of pin up art I found that before there were the “centerfold girls”
there were the “pin-up calendar girls” – the semi-nude young women in lingerie whose photographs
adorned calendars sold semi-legally from under the counters of gas stations and truck stops
To inspire.(Little long, but hopefully you'll read)More Like This
When I first sold LMS to Paramount, a lot of people asked me: "How much money did you get?" "You're probably rich now, right?"
I mean, the solid gold mansion I bought was just a little gift to myself...but...
Ever since I was little, I've known I wanted to draw. From the day my parents put a pencil in my hand, this was my future. I just knew it, I had that gut feeling. So I stuck to it, and thankfully it took me to heights I'd have never imagined possible. Now with my new book Redemption heading off to studios soon for a hopeful movie package, I can't wait to see where this new road takes me.
That said, there's something else that tops all of this.
The other night I went out to visit my girlfriend's cousin and her family. Incredibly kind people with very sweet kids. Other than the two parents, there were 3 kids, but the one who caught my interest was the eight-year old boy, Diego.
Diego, shy, tiny, slender, reminded me of myself when I was his a
EscapeWhen I stay up at night thinkingMore Like This
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represe