May312012

trungles:

HOLY CRAP I’M IN A MAGAZINE.

Page 38 of this issue of Lavender. Wow. 
April22012
trungles: artoftrungles: The Cartographer Lots of regret. stop it. just stop it. it’s too good. 

trungles:

artoftrungles:

The Cartographer

Lots of regret.

stop it. just stop it. it’s too good. 
March282012
trungles: artoftrungles: Giving in to Gravity (Among the Branches) Reblogging from my art blog for the convenience of it. This surprisingly only took about an hour and a half to complete from drafting to inking, and the digital component was a little different than my usual work. seriously good stuff. the way the hair pools up, and the pants! nice touch. 

trungles:

artoftrungles:

Giving in to Gravity (Among the Branches)

Reblogging from my art blog for the convenience of it. This surprisingly only took about an hour and a half to complete from drafting to inking, and the digital component was a little different than my usual work.

seriously good stuff. the way the hair pools up, and the pants! nice touch. 
March202012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
12AM

space

So I just need a space to blob for a bit. Fare warning: this has no value to you unless you’re morally obligated to tend to people’s emotional stability via the internet - in which case, we should have a chat about some things regarding morals. 

I don’t know what to do. Typical story of an early twenty something, right? Ah, help, my life is so unguided! Basically, it’s like being in a room with ten different elevators, and you’ve pressed the up button on every single one. Only the elevators are like 30 ft. apart, and when the doors only open for a few seconds before they close. So you’ve got to know which elevator it is you’re getting into, otherwise you’re gonna miss ‘em all. But which one is coming first? It could be a matter of seconds - or a few minutes before the first one arrives. And that’s assuming you know which one it will be. But you’re life’s experiences are at stake here, so you’ve gotta get the right one. Don’t fuck up. And of course, while all this “which elevator? which elevator?” running-around-frantically-business is going on, you’ve still got to keep replying to people’s text messages, frequently checking your e-mail, going to meetings and rehearsals, writing papers, producing art projects, studying your trade of choice, perfecting the art of being human, eating food on a regular basis, balancing your checkbook, I.. I’m sorry - I got rambly. Don’t let me start making lists again. 

And it’s all happening there, in that room, in front of the elevator doors just waiting to open at a moments notice. BUT WHICH DOOR?! No wonder it’s difficult to sleep at night. Of course we’re going to be all over any kind of stress relief - sex, alcohol, drugs, catharsis, creative outlets, you name it. Did you think anything else would happen? But it’s not like this solves anything. We’ve got the sands of time for that.

Ah, time. The world’s greatest excuse, no?

March182012
trungles: Here’s the finished pencil drawing!  I can kind of understand why artists so often fall into fandoms because the more I stared at Benedict’s face, the more I got to thinking, “Man, he’s a handsome fellow.” Also, I hate the term “Cumberbitch.” I’m gonna go with Cumberbachelor on this one. Yes indeed.

trungles:

Here’s the finished pencil drawing! 

I can kind of understand why artists so often fall into fandoms because the more I stared at Benedict’s face, the more I got to thinking, “Man, he’s a handsome fellow.”

Also, I hate the term “Cumberbitch.” I’m gonna go with Cumberbachelor on this one. Yes indeed.
February232012

IV.

I realized this half attempted tumblr project is about the least interesting thing I’m doing with my life. Oh look, a goat! That was more interesting. 

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