Where was I on January 2009

Arms vs Murado, Robert Carr 08'

Today I discovered a gruesome truth to my best friend's whereabouts. I am shocked of what I am to discover. Had I not posted my story before (read Beachsand ), I may not have gotten the truth. Luckily, with the push of a button to the web, we have a vast and ready collection of information. I forewarn, the news is old, but I will admit my very own ignorance of the webs resources and networks. I will describe myself briefly, for this is dedicated to a best friend of mine. I am a pleasure seeker. Such materials such as the internet does little for me to stay tuned on one particular subject. For this its more of a deterrent. If I had of taken a serious search to find someone I possibly would have. In this case, I found my answer in the most unfortunate manner. In this event I have discovered my own discrepancy. Today, I have found, I had lost.
Untitled, Robert Carr 08'

Robert Glenn Carr, A friend, an adversary, a contestant, and a challenger to a cause and an ambassador to reason. He is some one whom I admire. He is a remarkable artist with talents beyond his comprehension and he carried it with pride and humbleness. He is a virtue to my friendship and to those who took the time to understand him. I remember in High School when we walked the halls of Douglas Anderson art school. There in our presence we had leadership, we had seats of tribunal vestige, we would sit in the morning cafeteria before class an debate and discuss art and comics. We were the hierarchy of our class. Rob' which we called him by nickname was a tall, resourceful, intuitive person. It was naturally built in him to look down on others because of his height, but he was the total opposite of the nature. I can remember a time, he would look down on my artworks and look sternly through his electric-tapped glasses. They had popped in the center sometime so he adjusted them with electric tape. One would wait for his reply as does a visual analyzes of your work. He would make a monotone groan of displeasure or satisfaction. "Hmm..." He moaned. The taunt nerves of his remark made you small. He was like a scientist, who scrutinized every possibility. To me the moan meant failure. Only one could satisfy his competitiveness with wordless action, and he would show gratitude in his posture, that became bold and upright, not like the haughty shoulders and soft voice everyone knew him as. Rob was a serious judge and he spoke with reason. This I do ponder why now this reasonable person I remember has come to such a violent end. Karma at Old Palas! Robert Carr 08

On my discovery today, I was on facebook making some information changes to my profile. I was amazed that I started to get thumbs up from old friends. When one of them noticed the Rob I was blogging earlier was the friend I had not found. I told the acquaintance, Rob's been missing for a year and more now. Their reply was shocking news. I had just recently said how Rob and I haven't seen each other for a year. I was unprepared for a shocking discovery.
I couldn't believe it. I had to find out. This is the find mentioned by Channel 4 news:

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- Police have charged Robert Carr in the New Year's morning slaying of a 23-year-old man at a Southside apartment complex.Jeffery Brooks was shot several times about 1 a.m. on Jan. 1 at the Silver Springs apartment complex on St. Johns Bluff Road.Police said Carr and Brooks were giving each other tattoos when an argument broke out and Carr shot Brooks, then stole Brooks' money and expensive tattoo equipment.Police said they found Brooks lying on the floor of the apartment and his 7-month-old child was also in the unit. Brooks was transported to Shands-Jacksonville Medical Center, where he died.Carr, 25, was arrested Tuesday and charged with murder and armed robbery. He is being held without bond at the Duval County jail.

I can't believe my eyes. Robert is my best friend. I am still searching for words to describe. I can only say for what ever cause it had to be, it was with reason, because the friend I know is no beast to our society, no lesser man. He is a talented artist, and he took up a profession which he could excel without social reprimand. If he was justified and accused for the crime which he had committed, I believe deeply, and with all sincerity, it was a cry of a struggling artist who had lost all hope in humanity.

I love you Robert Carr

Beachsand wedgy in Underpants with a Marlboro hold up

This was a fun piece, it took me about 8 to 9 hours to complete. I remember when I initially started sketching her. My friend Rob was sitting next to me, and he starts ranting about Paris Hilton. Well, I'm not knocking her game. I think Hilton's really decent looking. I love her glamour, it's hot! Since, we didn't have anything better to talk about, we would occasionally say odd things and mention random events in our lives. Rob and I grew up mostly from mid to highschool. We separated our bond once I committed to studies for college and moved. We were still best friends and have been for four years after. One day I received a call from Rob, he sounded really heartbroken. I was at the time too, we missed working long hours together, creating ideas and stories. We needed a bro'mance! A week later I left my airbrush gig in the mall to visit him in Atlanta where we stayed in this shabby apartment with no furniture. We didn't have beds either, and we slept on wooden floor. It was hard times, but this piece brought back memories. We were messing around with painter for the first time and I was dreaming up old memories of Florida and I began sketching this girl. I remind you Rob was talking about Hilton. I guess it stuck with me and I started drawing this thin woman.
I remember the cigarettes incident, which I called this piece Marlboro girl. For whatever the idea came up, it served as a visual date to my first cigarette experience with Rob. It was a Marlboro light and I was stressing out about jobs and how we were broke, and going to earn more money to furnish the place. I took a good drag from it and tossed it out my broken driver side window.
After I had finished the sketch and started to ink her, Rob comes over to me and says that she looks hot. I decided to test him on his accusations from his earlier opinions of Hilton. Had I not told him beforehand she was Hilton, I wondered what he would had said. I finished painting, he looks over incredulously, "She ain't that hot."

Ancient Tailgaters marching into Terrordome

I'm still getting acquainted to blogspot and its plethora of friendly networks so I thought to introduce some more of my ancient works in the death grueling cages of the Terrordome.
The Samurai looking girl is Toshida an original character design and the bondage lady carrying deadly groceries is Crystilla an adopted mix of Tomb Raider meets Ghost in the Shell. More in bit later.

Frantic Dropkicks from Martian Plasma Beams

My first post! OUCH' spasm punched my brain because I'm ultra excited. I am so stoked I feel like an over achieving girl scout, knocking on your door hoping to sell you a box of shortbread cookies and mints. Sorry Fellas, I don't wear short plaid skirts with apple-bottom panties with 'gosh the wind is strong-today' cleavage, so you'll have to just do with the awesome works I posted.