KeithBlog

This is a collection of my poetry, political observations, and art clips. I will work under the thesis that these things can succesfully be combined.

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Location: St. Paul, Minnesota, United States

I've been drawing all my life. One of my earliest memories is of drawing a stickman on my parents staircase wall with a black crayon. I drew cartoons and wrote for the the Onion in its earliest days. I did a couple animated shorts that appeared on MTV. I have worked the same job for 20 years. My wife and 2 cats now tolerate my own Big Time Studio that resides in our compact apartment.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Clouds

It's just time to add something new here. This is the ProMotion drawn version of a pen and colored pencil sketch I did in my sketchbook. Naturalism with a pixel pusher!


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

New Name, Logo; Old Ethos



The name sums up the attitude well. Long live pixelation!
(click image to play the GIF)

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Wonderment

the happy frogs
it is twilight now night
the sound is deep, complex, soft
lulling
into a small world of pixie dust
woodland love
and to think "we" want to destroy all this
i am suddenly 17 again
and look to the tiny woods
for witches to fly through
haven't seen that yet
the perceiver who adds magic
to the amazement that's there
arms out, turning in the dark
wonderment of summer flows
into me

8.13.2007 KAW

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Dream World (Saints Game Poem 2007)

Baseball game, evening
minor league
early summer
should be so perfect
it is
except
how
this pure fantasy of fun innocence
has been corrupted by our government
the good America it once represented
all us little people, under the radar
protected by our littleness
have been betrayed
by our governments embrace of evil
and now our innocent world fantasy
is a dangerous distraction
and we are dupes
no longer innocent citizens
our very innocence
has betrayed us
this sweet insulated dream
has lulled us into letting
those big people above
rob our country of
its purity, and its illusions of purity
and the grass is so green
and this breeze is so comforting
and the antics are so funny

written at the St. Paul Saints game, evening of 5.18.2007
Keith Webster

Promo Sheet

This is a promotional page I created a while back for my
illustration business. It is still relevant - this is pretty much
what I look like, artistically, these days. I work in pencil and
pen, a little on the cartoony side, like most artists these days.
I embrace my cartooniness and try to grow with it.



Friday, June 01, 2007

Myth of the Syluvian - the animation



This is an animated GIF version of this piece. I like it. It works as a complete, moving painting. It even sort of tells a story, as you look at all that goes on. (Do not ask me what that story is!)
I like how the animGIF format just opens and plays in the browser.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Myth of the Syluvian

This is part of an animation I'm working on now. It's a "look" that I like, and feel is pretty personal to me - sort of a "trademark" look, potentially. Well, we'll see. I'm doing it with this bitmap animtion paint program that I love called ProMotion.

Friday, May 25, 2007


Renewal

I want to make this forum more active again. I intend to put up more pictures - a sketchbook gallery. I intend this to be a bit more immediate - less picky about what I put out there, just doing it without care or fear of judgement. People can take or leave me for what I really am, after all.

That's how it should be.

WordlessOn Water

by Keith Webster


dawn on a sail day
will the sky reveal the sun
this place is yours now

feet on the warm wood
aware of feet firmly set
each step is aware

the lake is alone
on it, the boat moves with grace
ripples like soft words

the surface color
light changes in a pattern
here is all there is

fabric cracks the air
we are creatures on the Earth
skimming its surface

primal sensation
all wind water sun breathing
movement becomes you

water cold, sun warm
simple elemental things
start to have meaning

the air moves us all
clothes pressing against your skin
the wind hugging you

does spray hit your lip
as you caress the surface
the lake kisses you

the wind blows in us
it is hot and it is cold
always beautiful

just silent moving
sound is purely where you are
a moment in place

an anchor in time
avast! it is all still now
pure in what you are

think of me when there
if time should wear us away
know that I still care

a leaf from onshore
suspended beside the boat
is quickly passed by

the jib is pulled firm
these winds will take us surely
speed does not matter

after, the boat moored
a nod to the setting sun
with a glass of wine

music is inside
the hum of existence rings
waiting just for you

just forget about
the rest of the things out there
feel like you're here now

these times don't last long
to make them last forever
is the trick of it