An interview with EBSQ artist Kevin King

An interview with EBSQ artist Kevin King

This entry was posted on August 17, 2009, 12:26 pm  - just reposting here

How long have you been creating?

In Dog Years it would be about 193 years now of creating. And, were I a cat, I would be 7 years old and would have been creating the entire time, except during the napping parts. But age, or years, is not what is really important. What are important is a healthy diet, exercise and not too many treats.

What’s your media of choice?

Being particularly lazy and fond of naps, I am indebted to pen and ink; simple, quick, and easy. Uncapping the pen I am off to the Land of Imagination, which is a lot like a Bark Park, but far less a chance of picking up ringworm.

What, besides your art, brings you creative fulfillment?

I think I’ve mentioned the naps.

What are your motivations for creating?

The desire to create, the motivation to create is all instinct. It is like the call of the wild, a base primal desire, the kind of drive that propels you to chase and “get” the vacuum cleaner.

The Gypsy Girl and Grandmother Toad

Description: An extraordinarily length of time passed since this illustration was first doodled. Which has been a good thing in the end- it allowed for the birth of a short story.

My Art In a Doll House

Kevin King - Artists Wanted 2010

Kevin King - Artists Wanted 2010
My head is filled with stories, poems, (and it seems), endless whirls of swirling scenes.

Website
www.wix.com/kevinkingsart/kevinkingshauntedstudio
Stars are very much appreciated

How a scribble becomes more than a scribble

    The other day I took the opportunity to actually stylishly handwrite a witty thank you letter to an editor-in-chief of a magazine. I had a bit of blank space on the bottom parchment and that bothered me. It needed some doodle or scribble.
   That of course meant I needed to pause and reflect and to idly scribble- which is really an excuse to have a cigar.

Of course! It hit me! What I wanted to create was a young woman with some ethnic gypsy features. (The Devil is in the details).

And there it was...
(click to see)

Children's Books...

   I am at the laptop everyday working on my manuscript for a children’s book. The keys are popping at a steady rhythm and I have a cigar perched at hand; lusty swirls of truculent smoke shaped like gargoyles and ghosts fade away. And I come up with ideas for many other Children’s books. Not wanting to be anymore distracted from my current project, I jot down some notes and a title for the new inspirations. Some are keepers others are rejected.


Here are some of my rejected title ideas for Children’s books-

(1) Sleep Over Fun: Walking On Hot Coals and Tribal Scarring

(2) Vegetables Are Death!

(3) Smell This!

(4) Sushi Jewelry: Making Mom An Earring With A Fish Hook And A Raw Oyster

(5) Parasites and Pajamas

(6) Gay-dar Alert! 

(7) The Complete Jane Austen With Emoticons

(8) Mom vs. Dad, the Cialis Monster

(9) The Rules for Table Top Scab Hockey

(10) Lights Out! -How I Got A Concussion When I Told Momma To “Talk To the Hand”

(11) OMG! My Sweater Was Inside Out When I Got Home! -The Text Messages from My Older Sister’s iPhone

(12) Diary of a Brooding kid with 100 rounds of 9mm ammo

(13) The Stick Shift -The Teenage Girl Driver’s Nightmare

(14) Superheroes Don’t Use Math

(15) What’s In The Medicine Cabinet?

(16) Easy Kill -Why Demons Hide In Your Bedroom

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While the Manager/Spouse is away...

   It has been a long time coming, but I have finally written about the Manager/Spouse’s vacation that occurred a few months back.
Manager/Spouse returned to her home country, (a vibrant and exciting Central American Nation), for a week and left me Stateside. So I will summarize that week in a few pictures and some commentary.


In case anyone doesn’t remember- here is the Manager/Spouse

(I’ve added in the stink lines. As an artist I appreciate the aesthete that well placed stink lines or a mustache can add to any photo. My school books in Grade School and High School were full of artistic license).

Speaking of me…

This was me before the shackles of marriage to the creature above.

Of course I have changed after marriage to the Manager/Spouse. I smoke cigars now.

I suppose in all fairness I should mention that the Manager/Spouse has changed a lot too.

                                                                           (see below)

Ok, now back to the Manager/Spouse’s idyllic holiday...

When Manager/Spouse’s “flight” arrived, (She flew in on el Gallo del Aire),

safely she was off to the Airport shops to pick up some “touristy stuff” for folks back home. (see below)

                                              

(Due to security concerns I had to block the storekeeper’s face because they were also the pilot and baggage handler…and taxi driver. Manager/Spouse brought home for me one of her countries delicacies from this shop. It is called a “Lawn Canapé”  )

   As you travel thoughout the city, also known as the "the little City that never sleeps" named after her sister city N.Y.C., you'll be surprised that traffic is almost non-existent! People are leave their transportation to roam free.

Traveling around the city you'll find that despite it's nickname- "the Little City that Never Sleeps" , it is a very sedate and relaxing place to be. IN fact people often just lie down to take a siesta anytime they'd like! 

There is a wonderul theme park to visit while in town. They boast the largest Corrugated Aluminum Water Flume and the popular Hammock Rocker!

This is the City Hall. It is the oldest architecure in the city. It has been there since May.

Manager/Spouse was lucky to run into the Mayor! She asked him for an autograph for her American husband back in the States.

 

But, no city is without its rough characters and neighborhhoods. Crime is not looked upon lightly in her home town. The jail in town has some pretty tough hombres there.

 I should mention the jungles down there are particularly dangerous.
Some of the World's deadliest animals live there and they lurk in the dense foliage ready to pounce.  

What I personally love about Spanish TV down there is how it takes popular American shows and changes them! Even a children's show can look quite different in translation!

And what I most admire about Manager/Spouse’s people is the fierce pride they show for their country. Women there often cluster, (a group of Lantinas is called a Pride. Like lions, but with more sassy attitudes and junk in the trunk), in groups to ride around on colorful parade floats with flags and banners on them all day; just to go shopping at the local botanica to pick up papusas and religious candles! No El Salvadorian house is complete without papusas, religious candles and a loud radio.

And for the women down in that exciting Central American country…everyday there is just casual attire. How great is that for the girl on the go?

And in the end, are Latina women so different than American women?

                                                      Yes.

Ah, I failed to mention what I did for the long week I was left on my own while the Manager/spouse was away...


I took the opportunity to focuse on my writing, my art and smoking some of these-

with some fellow cigar lovers…