Sobriety, substance abuse, and creative production

[Anonymous No.3590665]

What is your opinion on doing art when you're drunk and/or on drugs?

What are your thoughts on sobriety when doing art?

Do you spearment with the doors of perception at all when you're using applying Loomis to drawing anime tiddies?

Anyway I just took some acid.

[Anonymous No.3590681]

>>3590665

[Anonymous No.3590686]

Being on anything limits potential, for me at least.

I'm clean from everything for over 5 years and I've progressed faster than ever, and get my ideas down much easier, creativity comes to me faster, etc.

[Anonymous No.3590707]

>>3590686
one step forward
wapacha
two step back

[Anonymous No.3590718]

I hadn't tripped in a month. Even if you're not normally a drug type I think you kind of HAVE to understand what an LSD trip is in terms of what it does to the spatial geography of your mind's ability to interpret stuff.

https://youtu.be/tmozGmGoJuw

[Anonymous No.3590722]

its the closest you'll get to death experience

[Anonymous No.3590725]

I was going to kill myself at the Van Gogh museum in December 2016. idk if it happened or not.

[Anonymous No.3590726]

Imagine being this self absorbed.

[Anonymous No.3590729]

>>3590726
just imagine

[Anonymous No.3590738]

NOTHING IS PERFECT
EVERYTHING ELSE IS LIFE
TIME IS ENTROPY

[Anonymous No.3590739]

>>3590729
Never reply to me again you big dum IdIoT

[Anonymous No.3590740]

>>3590739
womomomomomommomoomomom

[Anonymous No.3590742]

people don't think about their ear muscles much huh

[Anonymous No.3590743]

what is the deal with ear muscles

[Anonymous No.3590746]

>>3590740
You did the thing I asked you not to do!!!!
Also paint this and reply to me at midnight with the painting. (or else)

[Anonymous No.3590748]

[Anonymous No.3590753]

probably not gonna do that though

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[Anonymous No.3590761]

had a cigarette now im in a piss boats kinda mood

[Anonymous No.3590762]

>>3590665
>>3590707
>>3590718
>>3590722
>>3590725
>>3590729
>>3590738
>>3590740
>>3590742
>>3590743
>>3590748
>>3590753
>>3590755
>>3590756
>>3590757
Fuck off Jimmy

[Anonymous No.3590763]

>>3590762
feed

[Anonymous No.3590765]

coming down a bit meow

[Anonymous No.3590771]

>>3590665
Never tried but as i can see from the quality of your work it doesn't really helps.

[Anonymous No.3590787]

this is maybe the height of the summer drunk period

[Anonymous No.3590790]

>>3590787
now it gone get all did up on by trippin jimmy

[Anonymous No.3590793]

>>3590790
i dont miss the schmeary blacks on that one
I like the ignorance that I used them on this one >>3590763, and I like how I ruined >>3590765 with them twice. But Dent Pfft needs more things at it

[Anonymous No.3590796]

im having difficulty focusing on the tasks at hand for some reason

[Anonymous No.3590813]

>me looking at a picture of the painting on my phone to determine what to do to the painting in front of me

[Anonymous No.3590818]

alright I'm gonna quit pretending this time

[Anonymous No.3590825]

egg

on

my

face

[Anonymous No.3590827]

there you go illustrat from that your style my style thread a while ago

[Anonymous No.3590841]

like when you ignore all the black mirrors we spend all day staring at, what the fuck are we doing?

we have all these means by which we keep ourselves occupied while we're being exploited and I have to spend way too much time proving that I'm a real boy to a bunch of goddamn robots

shits broken

[Anonymous No.3590844]

create problem
>too many memes
solve problem
>no more memes

[Anonymous No.3590847]

>>3590841
wow jimmy how introspective of you. very deep

[Anonymous No.3590849]

NAME 5 OTHER PORTRAIT ARTISTS THAT DONT BRUSH THEIR TEETH

ILL WEIGHT

[Anonymous No.3590855]

>here's where the ideas come from

[Anonymous No.3590861]

>>3590855
cropped and rotated for best demonstration of where opinions go

[Anonymous No.3590899]

mouth spider

[Anonymous No.3590907]

>>3590738
>NOTHING IS PERFECT
Is this the best way to say this? Is the ambiguity of it as best delivered? talking both about the zen concept of nothingness or whatever as well as the normal expression we use to justify how time went
>EVERYTHING ELSE IS LIFE
needs the and at the front and the period at the end.
>TIME IS ENTOPY.
can't fix a perfect sentence.

[Anonymous No.3590910]

>>3590861
who is that.

[Anonymous No.3590913]

>>3590910
who?

[Anonymous No.3590914]

http://bryanlewissaunders.org/drugs/

[Anonymous No.3590940]

>>3590914
>http://bryanlewissaunders.org/drugs/
this ends the jimmy

[Anonymous No.3590943]

>make it to day 4 of sober selftember
>decide to work on a painting about dead dog
>resolve to address the sadness and loss in an healthy way by putting it onto canvas and letting it go like everything else
>impulsively take too much LSD and shitpost on the internet instead
sorry Bronny

[Anonymous No.3590953]

>>3590943
I don't like you jimmy, but as a single man with a 10 year old dog by my side, you have my sympathies bud.

[Anonymous No.3591030]

>>3590953
it sucks 4 me because dead dogs were a recurring motif in my relationship with my dad.

My childhood dog Kane was a rescue that my dad got from his filipino wife's cocaine dealer. He was super well trained by drug dealer standards. Almost got shot by police on 2 different instances. Loved playing fetch. Then one day on my dad's weekend I threw a stick.
It hit the pavement, snapped, and turned to face Kano right as was barreling towards it. Ended up getting impaled deep in the back of his throat. It's such a weird thing to see a dog's full momentum get stopped by a stick.

It was just freak accident where it just PERFECTLY broke into the corner of the pavement and had nowhere to go but Kano's guts.

He ended up dying 6 months later. Had multiple surgeries to remove splinters that were lodged into there and causing infections. Had a giant infected second head on his neck. They stuck a straw in the second head so it could leak goo on me in the back seat on car rides. Eventually he started having seizures probably from the infection spreading to his brain. The last time I saw him alive he was being carried to my mom's car on a plywood stretcher. That was the first time I told my dad I was going to kill him.

[Anonymous No.3591035]

>>3591030
>>3590943
I'm sure Bronny & Kane are better off dead. I'd impale myself too if I had to live with you

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[Anonymous No.3591039]

>>3591030
I'm thinking loss is the only thing that can make us sad. and loss implies that we loved and cared. So the feeling of loss is just another side of love. So when you have that sinking feeling of loss, it is actually love and caring. I get a lot of strength from that reasoning.

[Anonymous No.3591043]

So yeah tldr: my first dog was my only friend for a lot of my childhood, and I was responsible for a freak accident that didn't just kill him, it killed him over 6 months in a grotesque cronenberg nightmare.

But at least death is sweet release right. Nope! Instead my dad took the dogs body back, put the body in his dog house, and then poured concrete on top.

His bright idea was that we'd take the cement block, put it on the boat, put the boat in water, then give the dog a burial at sea.

Problem A: he didn't account putting down any cement BEFORE putting the dog in.

Problem B: He wanted to use the burial at sea as a means to make amends for the whole "passively watching your dog slowly waste away in front of you and doing nothing for weeks" thing. That took a week before I could be bullied into going along.

So by the time I got over to my dad's house, the dog had been putrifying dead for like 10 days under the weight and pressure of a 300 pounds of cement hardening on top of it.

Problem C: Getting a 300 pound cement block onto a boat on a trailer while your purifying dog is hanging out of the bottom.

[Anonymous No.3591068]

So yeah I was there everything was going fine. He had made some steaks and ramen and we had a nice dinner after playing with Beast, the recovery puppy he had already gotten. Now that it was dark and we were full, we moved to the cement tomb thinking everything was great.

We both got on each side, keeping our backs straight, bending at the knees. And lift. And ssphlopght. The -opght part is the sound of your putrifying dog flopping out with an explosion of smell and fluid onto me.

So we went ahead and took a break for me to stop vomiting. After it was made clear it my fault for wearing nice clothes to a funeral, papabear reminded me that all that wasted steak and ramen wasn't getting that putrid bloody cement box any closer to the platform of that boat 2 feet above our heads.

On the third real effort we made good on getting the cement block onto the boat. The trick is that it gets lighter the more you let your dog leak out down your legs and then hands and then BIG LIFT good job OVER HEAD close your mouth though good we got it carefully and there. Oh jeez you got some oh man close your eyes close your eyes stop moving you got some schmutz on your face there Jimbo

[Anonymous No.3591070]

>>3591068
actually managed to capture a real convulsive sob on a selfie btw

[Anonymous No.3591086]

Other than the boat and me and my dad were covered in our dog's guts, the actual burial at sea went off without a hitch. It was really great aesthetics (particularly when you don't have to account for the smellz). There were no clouds. The green phosphorescent algae was going nuts. I was told it looked amazing when the cement splashed into the water and like an explosion of light that followed him to the vanishing point. I couldn't see it of course because I was heaving a fucking giant cement box over the side of a boat at midnight on a school night.

There was an attempt of a speech at the time that he clearly had prepared about rebirth and doing better for this new puppy, Sea Beast.

3 years later Sea Beast was lost at sea.

[Anonymous No.3591093]

Friendly reminder that Jimmy is just trying to go viral (on /ic/, of all places) by embarrassingly acting like to some hyper ironic memelord, and is desperate for (you)s.

Hide the thread and don't bother engaging him

[Anonymous No.3591099]

Jimmy does it not unsettle you that you made a thread hit bump limit all by yourself and you're well on your way of doing it again
Because it unsettles the rest of us on /ic/
Well I won't complain as long as you stay within your own containment thread


To answer your question, I'm straightedge, but I have heavily considered taking hallucinogenics or psychedelics for the sake of seeing what i can draw under the influence, I might do it when I try drawing more abstract and surreal illustrations for a future project.

[Anonymous No.3591100]

>>3591086
eyyy eyyyyyyy ey
did you photoshop this? xD
nice drawings
what your fav meme?

[Anonymous No.3591103]

2 coast guard helicopters and 4 boats were redirected for 6 hours looking for him.

What the coast guard didn't know is that Sea Beast hated boats (probably because his maiden voyage involved his new owners bathing in his predecessor's blood). He hated guns. He had almost been lost at sea twice before when my dad would do boat shooting.

My sister and my dad had a falling out over this in Key West. The dog panicked, jumped off the boat, and swam the fuck away. Almost drowned before they got unmoored and recovered him. That was the last trip my sister went on a trip with my dad.

I wasn't there when Beast killed himself to get away from my dad's bullshit but I didn't have any doubt in my mind what had happened when he called to say he had a new puppy.

Named Bolt! Like the Travolta movie!

That was the last time I told my dad he was dead to me. First time I meant it too.

[Anonymous No.3591106]

2 coast guard helicopters and 4 boats were redirected for 6 hours looking for him.

What the coast guard didn't know is that Sea Beast hated boats (probably because his maiden voyage involved his new owners bathing in his predecessor's blood). He hated guns. He had almost been lost at sea twice before when my dad would do boat shooting.

My sister and my dad had a falling out over this in Key West. The dog panicked, jumped off the boat, and swam the fuck away. Almost drowned before they got unmoored and recovered him. That was the last trip my sister went on a trip with my dad.

I wasn't there when Beast killed himself to get away from my dad's bullshit but I didn't have any doubt in my mind what had happened when he called to say he had a new puppy.

Named Bolt! Like the Travolta movie!

That was the last time I told my dad he was dead to me. First time I meant it too.

[Anonymous No.3591131]

Bolt didn't die in the plane crash though. That was Uncle Ted's dog.

Since his kids weren't answering his calls anymore, dad recruited his childhood friends Bill and Ted to fly to Norfolk from New York, where the three of them and Ted's dog flew to Key West in some dude's plane. By all accounts they had a great week. They were celebrating that Bill had just had been given a "second life" from a recent spinal surgery after about a decade of disability and immobility (the original injury was caused by a skiing accident he got into on one of my dad's trips I think).

They had a full day boating around, snorkeling, took some video of Ted watering the Manatees, and hit the skies at like 6 pm. Dad popped an adderall and was confident in his decision not to stop for fuel between Key West and Norfolk (1000+ miles in a small plane with 2 big guys, a giant, and a tiny poodle). He sent a picture text at around midnight of him and Bill in the front. The NTSB investigation showed that he flew right into a fucking zero visibility wall of fog, couldn't land at the desired airport, was emergency redirected to land at Norfolk international. He did 3 approaches. Said it was "like a washing machine up here." Notified ground control that they had exhausted all fuel and would be on ground shortly.

He killed them all.

[Anonymous No.3591139]

>>3591106
your storytelling is shit. And something about this whole story time thing with the gore details just puts me off big time.

[Anonymous No.3591188]

Bronson was ~3 when dad killed Bill and Ted.

i got him when he was 3 months old from some hoarders that were keeping him and his 3 siblings in the same small crate for 10 hours a day. I remember thinking it was like I was saving a dog from my dad at the time even.

Beast had been lost at sea in June. Dad let me know a week later in July that he was now no longer a person I cared about, and I got Bronson a week later.

Getting Bronson was my attempt to prove my dad wrong or something. That I could be provably better than him. That I could nurture goodness and life and love in spite of that malignant cancerous faggot whose own "best friend" decided it was safer to take his chances with the open ocean than to spend another fucking minute dealing with his bullshit.

[Anonymous No.3591206]

And I was successful with him too. Bronson was best boy. Bronson was based boy.

He was named after the Refn movie, "Bronson," which is about a british gangster that goes by the name of a popular action star. This was following the naming convention I used for Bogie (who only knows French for some reason), where he's named after the protagonist in Godard's Breathless, who was obsessed with looking in the mirror and going "bogie" like Humphrey Bogart.

Bronson could do all the movez. I trained him on obstacles and obedience and therapy and everything. I was even talking with some stunt guys about building a stunt dog training program with Bronson as the boss nigga. He was a perfect dog.

And then dad killed Bill and Ted.

And then Bronson's first seizure happened when we were burying the ashes baggie with the teeth in it in the family plot in New York.

[Anonymous No.3591209]

Technically, every single thing I do is under the influence of clonazepam, but it isn't substance abuse when it's one of your prescribed epilepsy meds.

I'm less of a perfectionist and more inclined to just shrug and decide something's good enough.

No difference otherwise.

Don't do benzos. They're addictive and hell to come off.

[Anonymous No.3591211]

>>3590861
Clean your bathroom

[Anonymous No.3591212]

And I was successful with him too. Bronson was best boy. Bronson was based boy.

He was named after the Refn movie, "Bronson," which is about a british gangster that goes by the name of the movie star. This was following the naming convention I used for Bogie, where he's named after the protagonist in Godard's Breathless, who was obsessed with looking in the mirror and going "bogie" like Humphrey Bogart. But bogie is still alive so fuck him he's the goddamn worst.

Bronson could do all the movez. I trained him on obstacles and obedience and therapy and everything. I was even talking with some stunt guys about building a stunt dog training program with Bronson as the boss nigga. He was a perfect dog.

And then dad killed Bill and Ted.

And then Bronson's first seizure happened when I was in New York burying the ashes baggie with the teeth in it in the family plot.