Orange M Is Here!

I’m probably going to get a lot of harsh, harsh criticism from transit fans who apparently are allergic to change. For that matter, I don’t really care— understand, it’s just a hobby, they’re just trains, and life moves on. I mean, unless you have a VALID reason to hold on to a certain line, there’s no reason to moan. If you do think you know what you’re talking about, why don’t you get off your lazy bottom and start a petition?

Speaking of petitions, I ask all of you to PLEASE sign my petition to save the QBx1 bus line. The MTA is planning to split it into two separate routes, one a local from Pelham Bay to Co-Op City, and another a limited from Co-Op City to Flushing. To prevent confusion and improve the route, my petition proposes a re-design of the route, but keeping its designation.

The petition may be found here:

If you decide to sign, please remember to click through all the steps!

Now, for the art:

And you know what, she looks just like original V, only with a different hairdo.

the OFFICIAL FareWell Art!

Here it is… my official “goodbye” art to the W and V trains (left and right, respectively). It’s a little bit sad, considering I have to rewrite my entire musical.

But for fans of my art, here’s what will be done:

1. The M’s gender will change. Whether or not M retains the same appearance as V is still up in the air.

2. Because of the W train’s disappearance, the songs for the Broadway line will have to be rewritten.

My musical IS viewable online, but I’d really like to try and get the new one up.
. . .

And I just discovered my art is NO LONGER viewable online except for here. Wow. That’s a disappointment.

Anyway, here’s the piece!

Memor-V

I actually got a request to do this, a friend suggested it. It’s my little sad goodbye to the V train that will be cut June 27th. Miss you, V-Doll! You were always one of my favorites to draw with your stylish outfit and clean haircut.

Good Luck!

I went on a trip to Flushing, Queens, recently, and came out with a renewed understanding and appreciation for Chinese and other Asian cultures. So I figured, why not illustrate a Western-looking bus with the dress of a beautiful princess of the Far East?

The random kanji in the painting include strength (or nine), sun, and woman.

Get Your Motor Runnin’

The image in the background is a stock image found on Google, not mine! I can’t draw cars for anything.

Anyway, this is the first public art for the Bx26 character… She doesn’t have facial makeup yet or her proper shoes.

And then I realized that people probably don’t CARE but hey if you happen to be following my stuff…

Versery Machina

Fire. Sun. Stars. Light. Heat.
Heat. Light. Stars. Sun. Fire.
Spinning. Dancing. Changing angles
Setting fire in afternoons
GODdess from the machine.

Solar corona blocks the comet
Intense white hot heat compressed
Nine TAILED fox GODdess
Incarnate. . . . From the machine.

Winged angel of mercy
sets fire to your sacred texts.
My theology is different from yours.
BUZZING. PAPER. SHREDDER.
Existing.. .. …. GODdess from the machine.

Orange SURFACE burns alight
sinking teeth in twisted purple flesh
holding arms tightly, wringing out
the damage. I AM YOUR. . .
Backwards. Forwards.

Could. Have. Been. Anything. Really.
Really. Anything. Been. Have. Could.
Wasn’t. Human. Animal, neither.
Transcending space and time.
GODdess from the machine.

Acting like a slithering concubine
twisting her BODY in a revolting pattern
SEDUCING you but PROTECTING virgin
hearts. Did you not hear the news?
Four seasons has changed to five.

I AM YOUR GODDESS
YOUR DEUS EX MACHINA
YOUR GODDESS FROM THE MACHINE!!!

Your Latin lesson written on looseleaf
Your Ten Commandments written on stone
Your legal code written on parchment
Your warning sign etched in steel.
Your magic fables encased in the stars.

Fire. Sun. Stars. Light. Heat.
Heat. Light. Stars. Sun. Fire.

City of Starlight, Part 1.5

When angels speak gospels,
some choose to listen to the gossip.
Some choose to distrust
after a violation, they refuse
to heal, to patch, to grow.

Some hurt the ones they love
Damned if they know…
Some deny the scars on his face
that cut through the dark skin
fleshy pink against brown
like someone split a cherry cordial.

Some demand perfection
while bathing in apprehension
because it makes them feel better.
It makes them feel calm,
under control…
While he looks at you with pained eyes
deep and dark with doubt.

Some don’t let him breathe
when he’s pained enough to bleed
When he puts it out on the line
and for once it’s not a lie
Some refuse to appreciate
as if they want it to be too late.