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Dear Janolytes,

 

I hate being sick. Thats it. Thats the tweet.

Shit is the fucking Trenches, on Kami bro. My girlfriend and I went to San Antonio, Texas last week to see Lupe Fiasco, Gym Class Heroes and B.O.B in concert…..well that was the goal but they canceled the show. But the flight and hotel was already booked, soooooooo niggas went to get away from cotton field fuckery.

Problem was the weather was ass. misty, damp, dreary ass. Sounds like the smell of the flight down there because some one was musty. Some ones actually. Combine the weather of last week with the fact that I already had slight issues with the changing of the seasons and you get SNOT FEST 2027.

YEP!!!! * Trey songs voice

On top of me still not finding my freedom from Cottonfield 12. Yep Still there. I’m over this shit. Anyway.

On a positive note I saw Kelela in concert a few days ago.

*Insert Eupphoic feeling

This is the 2nd time I didn’t release an issue when I had a show that month. Maybe that is a good thing. My bandwidth can only expand so much. That probably doesn’t sound correct, but you get the point. Couple my limit bandwidth with cotton field depression, existentialistic depression that occurs every September, and me prepping for a show you get me not doing my monthly internet duties.

SMH.

Anyway this issue is a long one, its similar to the Season 2 finale issue from 4 years ago. None of these photo shoots were planned, but since I took shots I actually like I am inclined to share and talk about them on this here internet.  Originally this was going to be called summer side quest, but the last 3 of these didn’t occur in the summer. And I didn’t have any other side quest shoots that occurred around the time it occurs.

So here we go.

I wish I had a latte right now.

Spoiler Alert, it some point it will sound like I am blaring through these.

Photography walk

2023 had started. Cotton field 11 had shut down at the end of March. I was unemployed for what would turn out to be 3.5 months before I started cotton field 12 in July 2023…..my last months of peace. The plan was to just work on the last few issues of my comic. I was still on a social media hiatus. There is peace in not being online. I promise you.

Anyway I was browsing somewhere on the inter webs and discovered that there was going to be a photography walk. I had never done one and decided to check it out. One Sunday I headed up to Camp North End and waited at the destination on this windy day. It was hosted by The Light Factory and had equipment that was provided by Bigg’s camera. It was to give photographers a chance to experience different lenses which was pretty dope. The entire event lasted maybe 2-3 hours. I made note of which lenses I would want to use for further projects. At some point during the walk this actor approached me about what was happening.  He told all the projects he has been apart of……and I didn’t know none of them.

I told him what the event was about, and how he is looking for a photographer. Then proceeded to tell me about how he can get a whole studio, etc etc, etc.. I say etc, etc, etc, because even though he asked for my information, pay me, and  how he wanted to do something I never hear nothing from this man again in my life. If I were to see him randomly on the street I wouldn’t recognize this man what so ever.

This is the type of shit I don’t like and why I have no faith when people say they want to do something.

Anyway for images of this equipment experience. click here.

Con Carolinas 2023

June 2023 came and so did my urgency to find a job since my unemployment was quickly running out. Also my cpu had died on me.

Yep on June 5th, 2023 I opened it up and the screen was fragged. I took it to get it repaired and was told it would be $500 to fix…….and with that I had an artless summer. Which wasn’t bad because I felt no pressure to get anything done. Hell I couldn’t I didn’t’ have the money I need to get this cpu fixed.

Unpopular opinion. Unemployment should last longer than 13 weeks and you should get paid an amount more than the current pay outs are. Especially if your former cotton field shuts down.

The week of I applied to work at Hobby Lobby out of sheer desperation. They told me to come back on Saturday because the manager would be there. Saturday came and I had decided to go to ConCarolinas this year as a guest and a not a photographer.

Yep, the same Con Carolinas my actress friend went to as a guest years prior. On the way there was Hobby Lobby, packed with humans. I flash backed to years ago when I was at Ikea (ironically in the same shopping district a few buildings down), and I said fuck it. 

I don’t know who needs to hear this but customers can be the lowest form of man at times. The one’s that act entitled are the fucking worst. Especially the ones who refuse to put their payment method in your hand.  

UGGGH!!!

I’m a far cry from the version of me that worked at Ikea and Party City years ago. At this point I may slap you. 

Anyway. 

I arrived at the hotel with my camera in tow and acted like a regular con goer. At some point i got stopped by this nerd cosplay group, and they told me what they do. I showed them Street Fighter shoot I did. Interestingly they knew my friends I shot. At some point I posted up on the nearest wall and shot some candids.  2 people came to the table and the leader of the group introduced me to them. I didn’t think too much of it until I asked myself why is this Veronica Mars looking bitch starring at me the way she is??

I literally just finished watching Veronica Mars a few weeks prior to this, so that reference was accurate.

It was moments later that I realized who it was….it was my friends ex from 2003-2011.  *Lightbulb goes off.

OH SHIT!!!!  words I verbalized as the adjacent crowd starred in concern. We hugged and both were surprised to see each other.

Honestly I forgot all about her and I had no reason to think I’d see her again., but here we are in the random side quest of 2023. We caught up and walked around the convention.  The rest of the convention was random shots, a dance party, and hotel room parties.

Spoiler Alert, a lot of  this issues side quest stems from this interaction as does future issues.

Anyway to see the images from this random day, here is the link homie.

Inari Shrine

After running into Veronica Mars, she started to invite me to a lot of cosplay, anime related events. One would think my geeky ass would know about this stuff, but nope I don’t.

As I told her Idk shit. I just pick cotton and go home. She was surprised when I told her I hadn’t been to that many anime conventions, and usually that was because of finances.

Jano, I thought you picked a lot of cotton?

Absolutely, but also despite being a grown ass adult with a degree the only places that have hired me are jobs that don’t pay a lot or they shut down, have lay offs or are seasonal projects. Or all of the above.

Sad but True.

I think the last convention I had  went to prior to Blerd Con in 2024 was……Heroes Convention 2013, no it was this random small comic con which I met my mermaid friend when cosplaying as Deadpool.

Yes so sad or whatever Loki said.

Veronica told me about this group that was doing an anime thing the next week. I literally don’t remember how she described it, but I said yea I would go.

Adventure time come on tell a friend.

Side note, I miss the chapter of my life where I was doing side quest and I wasn’t exhausted. Felt like college years. Unemployment is fun if life allows you to have it.
Side note this a month before I start Cottonfield 12.

A week passed and I went to the Vapa Center. I texted  Veronica Mars to let her know I was there.

No response, I assumed she was busy.

I walked in and they the group told me the price. I forgot how much it was but internally i was like hold up. I just told them I was meeting someone here. I didn’t see her or the group I met her with and went outside. Eventually they walked up and we walked in together.

I’m not sure how I got in without paying, but I guess I was with the Kool kids.

IDK.

They had manga volumes, video games and other things. Honestly if I was working I prob would have paid…..probably, but I was part of the kool group so I didn’t have to.

Yeet bro.

Anyway it was short lived my time there, they invited me to hang out with them. I went to Showmars and then met up with them.

See images here for this arc.

In case you haven’t noticed this is why I dedicated a whole issue to these adventures. Legit short blurbs like ol Looney Tunes, tiny toons, and adventure time episodes.

 

Durag Fest and Haylos Fire Party

Jano why is this 1 section?

Simple because it happened on the same day homie.

Durag fest had been a thing for a while here in Charlotte. I think since 2018 or 2019. But then that pesky super virus Covid occurred, so things obviously halted with good reason.

I think this was the 1st year it came back. I think, don’t get me lying cuz I have no idea. I had ran into some friends the week prior and hung with them at bday party. They talked about it, internally I thought i’ll check it out. Because why not.

So the next hot as fuck Saturday in June 2023 I went to Camp North End.

Side Note, R.I.P. to the version of my life that had consecutive free Saturdays off and not this alternating slave shit I’ve been enduring for the bulk of the last 3 years.

I arrived at Camp North End and BOY it was packed. Packed as fuck bro. But it was koolio tho.
Due to finances I had just got the basic general admission ticket. There were other levels but it didn’t make sense given my financial status.

There was arcade cabinets designed by artist. I think I saw an artist who I met at a gallery 2 months prior. There were  food trucks, vendors, a fashion show and art installments. 

Honestly it was just a big ass party.  Black people stunting in custom Du rags and stunting in general.

It was pretty dope…hot as fuck, but dope still.

At some point I ran into 2 friends. For the link purposes we are gonna say Friend 1 and Friend 2.

For some reason I was surprised to ran into anyone. That makes no sense but it makes sense at the same time.  I ran into another friend at some point, but I don’t have a past photo issue to reference.  At any rate Durag Fest is just seem like a big party. Niggas were dancing and frolicking.

Love to see it. Click here to see it too.

I told my friends I was gonna go check out my Tattoo artist Fire Party. I left around maybe 8 toward 9 ish and headed out.

Jano what is a Fire Party?

So my tattoo artist had been throwing this for a while, probably when she got her own studio a few years prior. We reunited when I finally got my chest tattoo that took a decade to fuckin get.She reminded me of it and I decided  I would go.

Why hadn’t I gone in prior years?  Honestly Idk. Schedule conflicts from cottonfields or just simply forgetting.

But I arrived with camera in tow. In retrospect I wish I had charged my flash batteries since this was outside with very little lights. There was vendors, artist and other people who supported over the years. Hayley is a dope and chill artist and as of right now the only person who has inked me down.

 

There was a ceremony with a fire pit n the middle. On the ground there were words written out in 4 directions Understanding, Intimacy, Presence, and Generosity. If i remember right the speaker asked for people to come forward if that is what they want to call more in their life.

I think.

I really don’t remember. But it was very moving at the time. I didn’t move, i just shot as the event went on.  The ceremony ended and there were fire dancers which was illuminating.

HA, fire light at night pun.

I’m glad i got to experience esp since that may not happen again. The venue has been dissolved and hopefully my tattoo artist is finally relaxing.

There is joy in not doing shit.

For a hot time click here.

Ok no more fire puns.

Cosplay Shoots: Street Fighter and Spider Verse

These didn’t happen the same day but honestly they felt about the same.

To a degree.

The Street Fighter cosplay shoot literally occurred the day after the aforementioned events. It was back at Camp North End, only difference it was less crowded on a Sunday morning. I met up with Veronica Mars and her lil band of friends.  There was another photographer there and people just broke off in groups. I bounced from location to location shooting with no direction in mind. The only notable  moment was that someone had heat exhaustion. The event halted at that point as everyone tended the heat wounds. Despite it all I got some good shots that you can view here.

Fast Forward to Labor Day w.end.

I am now employed at the dreaded Cottonfield 12 and getting slutted out by BBC, Big Brown Cardboard.

I didn’t think I’d still be here. But here I am.

Here the fuck I am.

UGH!!!!

Anyway it was day 3 of my 5 day w.end and I was at Camp North End, a new record for the year since I barely went in prior years. Not just just for the events listed but also random art show that happen there at times. My homeboy had asked me to pick him up since he was a victim of the recent tik tok trend of Kia car theft.

SHOULD HAVE NEVER GAVE YOU NIGGAS THE INTERNET!!!

We caught up on that and other things since I saw him last the w.end before Du Rag Fest. Veronica Mars arrived and we  all joked in the heat before this show started.

The same formula occurred as the Street Fighter shoot, there was a few more interesting shots and sequences that were inspired by the recent movie. As I type this the next movie has not occurred and yet I have lived through a good amount of canon events within the last 3 years.

Anyway, web sling here for said moments.

THWIP.

Licka House Podcast

Fast Forward to February 2024. I’ll fill in the gaps later. It may take a few moments based on how I operate this website, but the gaps will be filled. Same homeboy I mentioned last issue, came in town to celebrate his bday with us. Our friends house was packed with niggas.

So fucking packed. It was cold as fuck outside so niggas were really inside trying to stay warm, but it was a fun time. It was the usual group from past events and this group who was in the cosplay photo shoots. Hours passed and we dispersed to meet up for brunch as we usually did post liquor based shenanigans.

Some of us decided to meet up afterward while an episode of their podcast was recorded. I told them I would stop by after I got groceries for my slave week. I stopped by later and bought my camera.

Again I wish I had my flash batteries charged, prob would have helped out some. At. least I bought my tripod. I alternated between my camera and cell phone for footage. It was a chill hilarious time, 2 of my boys  who were officially on the mic talked about music and other things, and the rest of us chimed in randomly or just laughed at the jovial nigga times we were having.  Would I do it again?

Absolutely. 1 of my boys had messaged me asking if I would shoot him recording and I told him yea. An answer I meant but never followed up. Partly because I was planning my 1st art show and the majority of the other part was that I became very lazy creatively after I finished coloring my book later that month of February 2024. I didn’t wanna do shit except exist. I had a whole 2 part photoshoot that I did that month but I didn’t work on it until May 2024. I vegged out so hard post slave pit.

One day though. Shit was fun times and its always fun to do hood rat shit with ya friends. Or support your friends projects and you photograph it.

Or Both.

In the meantime here goes the images from that day.

Side Note, I got food poisoning the week after this party.

THAT SHIT IS ASS!!!!

On Kami I need a less exhausting job. I swear to fuck I do and free w.ends. This alternating w.end shit is ass. I get like 26 free Saturdays a year. Its ghetto here.

 

Anyway yall thats all folks. Technically I have 2 more shoots to display but I don’t feel like talking about them to the extent as I did the other side quests, So I’ll make this quick.

Maid Cafe was done by the same cosplay group, which was dudes dressed as Maids to serve women since it was Women’s appreciation month.   It was in this moment that I realized my flash was ass. It must have sttopped working after the shoot I did in Novemeber 2023.

Con Carolinas 2024. I met up with Veronica Mars and we walked around the con and taked about things. The amount of images I got weren’t that great, but i got some so thats koolio. I think this occured the week before my 1st art show.

Like I said we will get to that at some point.

Felt like I breezed through this, but honestly I didn’t have much to talk about. These events weren’t  planned shoots on my part. I was just a nigga enjoying life and I took my camera. Take me back to November or whatever Tyler the Creator said, in this case Spring-Fall of 2023, I hadn’t been enveloped by the trenches just yet.

Moral of the story, not every thing  will be a full blown anime saga. Some are just 10 min shorts like Adventure time and Tiny Toon Adventures.  Adventure time c’mon tell a friend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Book: .SIP Stress Induced Pixels: An Artist Guide to Dealing with Stress

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Dear Janolytes,

Yep you read the title of this issue correctly. I, Jano Ryusaru, the sarcastic asshole who talks shit on the internet from cotton fields. Talk about random strangers, and people who piss me off in my JRPG adventures has wrote  a new book about Creative Therapy.

Spoiler Alert.

Hard to believe that I have some altruistic bones in tired slave dark humor body, but its true.

But Jano……Nigga how did we get here?

Honestly it was a slow build, but we can just flash back to Fall 2016.

Feels that was the zero year for me. What started with Cotton field 5 shutting down, Cotton field 6 laying me off, and me trying to be foolishly optimistic about using a grant from the state to transition to a career since I was a work refugee.

MAN I was such a fucking dumb ass. I was. Holy fuck bro.

A foolish one indeed.

I started focusing on my photography and posing people, worked on an art project, and at some point in the fall I started working on my comic series. Fall 2k16 came with a new surge of goals that haven’t been felt in a while. Like a while.

To the point I was excited about possibilities.

Scary.

At some point it hit me that I wanted to use my art and my psychology degree to help people’s mental health. I told myself when I finished my comic series I would start that project. Ideally I thought it would only take 4 years.

Again, Foolish one indeed.

It prob would have been 4 years but despite my intent of cotton field 7 being an actual job that involved me sitting in an office, life said

Nah nigga.

So here I am on Cotton field 12 and a battered body with an exhausted spirit. That sounds depressing but it is what it is.

Legit don’t know how I got so many things done over the course over the last decade…..

….Anyway…..

2022 happened, which was a lot. I will prob never speak of the existential nightmare it was, but it was. 2023 started and it was announced Cottonfield 11 was shutting down.

OMG Jano!!

Nah, it was ok. When I pulled into that dusty slave pit in August 2021 I got the same vibe of Cotton field 5. I didn’t know when it was going to happen but I know it was going to happen. My toxic trait was that I stayed because I was looking forward to being unemployed to finish working on my comic series.

Spoiler Alert, I didn’t actually finish coloring it until February 2024. Yep 8 years later. Shout out to the random unemployment stints that I had over the years, it def helped me get more done that I couldn’t because of slave exhaustion.

Mourning for a slave pit hasn’t been a thing and it wasn’t going to start.

The field slowed down and I had to the ability to bullshit at a cpu that was once used for slavery.

YAAAAAAAS.

I got put on special projects aka we are gonna pay y’all for something for the next 3 months until we shut down. In the midst of me doing this I started going down rabbit holes and thinking about wtf am I doing with my life. I google how can I get into Creative therapy and I saw that involved more school and debt.

Yuck.

Yuck as fuck bro.

Color me biased but I don’t want to owe no more money, especially when my first degree ain’t do shit for me. I love the act of learning but I don’t want to be in debt. Plus I don’t think I can balance school and being a slave. I didn’t when I was in undergrad, and I’m more sure of it as an adult.

And given the type of cotton fields I’ve had to work and still enduring It would be horrible for my academics.

Plus honestly, me not having time to work on any type of art projects would break me. Or rather life would break me since I wouldn’t have an outlet.

So I did what my degree taught me best, research.

1 of my professors at UNCG literally said Psychology is nothing but research, that and analyzing data.

So down the rabbit hole I went and in the end I created two surveys based on what I read and researched. 1 survey was for empirical data and the other was to help subjects ascertain their feelings.

The goal was to have people fill them out and eventually I would get enough data to apply for grants, and also to have a gallery of peoples creations and host an art show with it.

Again life said

Silly Nigga.

Funny thing about surveys, they only work if people fill them out. Out of all the emails I gathered I can honestly say maybe 1/32th filled them out. Some didn’t even do the creative part. If they did they didn’t answer questions specific to them, just vague answers that didn’t answer wtf I want.

In the meantime I started Udemy class that I started off an on, but honesty I never finished.

Fast Forward to spring 2025, my 2nd manager from cotton field 12 gave me a litany of books based on the subject matter that I could use. I had the fullest intent on reading them, but god damn it I’m so fucking exhausted.

FUCK!!

I hit a wall between that, finishing my latest sketch tape and then the upcoming Super Slave Season. Fall and winter 2025 was a jumble of being a super slave, starting to vend again after 3 years, doing photo shoots that spanned over multiple w.ends, and also prepping for my first solo art show.

Fun.

At some point I did type the intro of this book, but that was it.

I realized the probability of me escaping Cotton field 12 may not happen before winter so I planned my show for spring of 2026….sadly that is how it happened. 1 random snow day w.end in February at my girls house I jumped into research mode.

Omg the joy in my heart danced off my bones for those few hours.

I made a outline I had wanted to talk about at some point prior to this and jumped in as the powder encapsulated my portion of the earth.

Months passed and I slowly closed tabs that were slowly stressing me out. When I finally finished my first art show I decided I wasn’t going to do anything…….that lasted for like a week.

Side note, when the time comes I will have an issue for this solo show, but for right now you can click here to see the info on Soul Synthesis and who the cast was.

I restarted my research slowly and compiled the information I needed. I came back from New Orleans with a whole urge to finish this project.

And I did.

YEEEEEET.

I kept my JRPG metaphor throughout the text in between spouting science data to back how stress can fuck you up. While in the process plot out the visuals, because you know a nigga is gonna have visuals in a book.

And here we are.

I’m proud of myself bro.

My toxic trait is that I enjoy doing intellectual things that stimulate my brain and use my degree and love of art.

I just want to do something to help out my friends and make some type of difference. When I was a child I wanted to be a doctor, again life said

Nigga you funny.

I changed majors from Bio to Psychology with a minor in art, then added Sociology as a 2nd minor. But in the course of time I was at UNCG my GPA was ass from my poor academic history of my 1st few years. At some point in my new major  I found out I needed my gpa to be a certain number to get into grad school to get my either my PhD or Psy D. When I hit the 2nd day of my last semester I was done.

Jano, did you quit?

No, but in my spirit I knew i was done with higher education and loans. I finished the semester, graduated and did my best to find jobs that were entry level for my degree.

Spoiler Alert, that never happened hence why I’ve been conditioned to take whatever the fuck I can get, which for the most part has been ASS Bro.

Musty, soggy, unhygienic ass.

The only places I’ve liked was Cotton field 2 and 5.

Side note, I didn’t start calling jobs cotton fields until cotton field 4, I actually really liked job 2, but for the sake of consistency the aforementioned places will be referred to as cotton fields.

Cotton field 2 was a wonderful blessing considering I stayed in Greensboro for an extra year and i couldn’t find shit. Volunteering with them over that year gave me some modicum of peace. In Spring 2010 I was surprised with a contract job offer for the next 2 months until I moved back home.

I can honestly say that radicalized me, in the sense that I enjoyed doing something that was part of the bigger picture. I enjoyed the fuck out of it. Honestly I was doing the same things I was doing when I was volunteering and even though wasn’t making that much. But it was so enjoyable to be part of something that had goals to create unity among humanity.

Unlike most of the shit I’ve been doing since graduating. Fuck Retail and Capitaliam.

Plus I had an office, could listen to my headphones, and draw in the meantime.

More so doing something with an actual humanitarian cause is why I can’t get jiggy with most of these cotton fields, I can’t. On top of me doing demanding and physical slave labor you aren’t doing anything to help out civilization.

Cotton field 5 was koolio because I actually learned things I could use for my photo journey.

I fully acknowledged this isn’t a publication created by someone with the recommenced education that comes with the title.

However most of these self help books now are written by people who don’t have a credit to their fucking name. I randomly met someone at a gallery and we discussed things at some point concerning this and at some point she told me that.

And she is right.

Over the course of the last few years I found myself looking at books at various shops, checking the credits, and looking at the authors and they still sell to the masses.

I don’t claim to be a therapist. I’m just an artist with a degree in psychology who used his research skills to talk about a subject matter that he used to get a creative catharsis. Especially over the course of working these rancid cotton fields. If not for me finding an artistic release I would have lost my mind

and life, and possibly my life a long time ago.

Fun Fact.

So its up to you.

You can check out the work of this random artistic internet ass hole with altruistic intent or not. Its up to you.

Idk where this will take me, maybe no where since that tends to be the case. But I’m glad I did this.

As Kyosuke Shigure said after stabbing the fuck out of Omni Exist.

“I’ve paid my debt.”

After this I’m going back to working on things relating to my comic and curating other art show that relate to things i went to school for. Psychology and Sociology in case you missed it.

As Usual, the preview is here. When I say Preview its the visuals I created, and the link to the book is here.

For the most part it reads like a text book with that good ole ass hole Jano geek flair.

Moral of the story. Just fucking try bro. Even if you don’t know how you are gonna do it. You will figure something out if you just try.

In the meantime

 

 

Time for a video game coma, similar to what I experienced before I started my comic in 2k16.

 

YEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!

New Book Series: Azure Ascendance Level 11

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Dear Janolytes,

Its hot. Its fucking hot and I’m still stuck at Cotton field 12. Warehouses are modern day plantations. No A/C just fans that may touch you while you have an existential breakdown as you get stretched out by Big Brown Cardboard. Elaborate those last 3 words.

Yep.

On a positive note this new Ama Lou Cd is tantalizing my soul. I wanna see her in concert. She was supposed to open for Snoh Aalerga in 2022 but she was a no show. Sadness and Ire. I started watching Yaiba, Summer time Rendering and Hell’s Paradise in the midst of programming. Plus X Men Season 2 just restarted. My nigga everyone is being traumatized. If you have hope for a character, forget it now.

My anniversary trip to New Orleans was a wonderful reprieve, minus the lack of water. Alcohol is nice and all but so is water. But it was a wonderful cultural experience and inspiring on various levels.

Speaking of levels its time for Level 11 of my comic series.

Best segue ever bro.

We are officially at the half way point of my 20 issue series, with Act 3 and 4 comprising these last 10 issues.

*Begin Flashback Sequence.

I got a jump-start on it earlier than I planned in the early part of 2k18. I was in the early part of coloring Issue 6, but at some point lil Jano Cove was ransacked by a despicable lot of cunt bags. Taking my cpu,ps4 and some other things and giving me another round of PTSD.

*deep breath.

With my coloring plans thwarted I decided to fully write out Act 3 and 4 of my JRPG while in the midst of own JRPG. Over the next month or so I fleshed out my outlines I initially made in 2016-2017, and drew out the new characters. My new cpu arrived and I colored a sketch tape I drew in 2017 called Emerald Evisceration. Around mid April, I started drawing Issues 11-20 as I started to rewatch my Gundam Wing DVDs and play Final Fantasy 7…..which I still haven’t beat.

And I was off.

Cotton field 8 allowed me to not be so fucking tired, I would wrire during training and pages on my 45 minute lunch break. I had so much vigor,fervor and tenacity for this project. I still do but these warehouses make it hard to function. I’m surprised I’ve got as much done in the past 8 years that I have since I entered in this painful warehouse world.

I hate it here.

FUCK!!!

Eventually I found myself unemployed from Early June to Late September. Cotton field 9, ended my job cuz my new maSsa didn’t schedule me and my return to Cotton field 8 was a seasonal project.

Jano What???!!!!

I know that is a lot to digest, but this isn’t the place for my cotton field chronicles.You can email me if you want answers, but for now lets continue this tale.

So summer came, I was unemployed as fuck, and artsy as fuck bro. I couldn’t afford AC but I could afford to go to restaurants to draw and ink for hours on end. See friends, and play video games.Shit was fun.

Minus the no AC part. It was fuckin Hot.

Hotter now. Shout out to global warming and this oppressor heat.

FUCK.

Anyway joy filled my spirit and thought I would be done coloring my whole story within 2 years.

Silly me.

Fast Forward to September 2020. I started Level 11 after a hiatus of finishing Act 2, playing Spider Man, Phantasy Star 4, and and starting to rewatch Star Trek The Next Generation.

Side note, I did fight Sephiroth in September 2020 but he beat with frog and math magic. I need a rematch.

Fun Fact this series was going to originally end at Level 10, but the version of me that existed in 2k16 decided that to keep it going. It went from 5 issues to 10, to 25 then down to 20 issues. This thought permeated my spirit to my stylus as I introduced these new characters.

I returned to CottonField 6 based on sheer desperation since a nigga didn’t get none of those COVID-19 unemployment checks when I left Cotton field 10. The only plus side about returning to Cottonfield 6 was loosing all the weight I gained over the course over the last 6 months, since ya know parks were closed and niggas couldn’t take walks. But the bad part was my back learned a new level of hell, plus for a while i had to wake up at 2 am to be there at 4 am.

FUCK!!! THIS WAS THE TRENCHES BRO!! ON KAMI NIGGA!!!

FUCK!!!

Despite that, I managed to finish Issue 11, even if it took my 6 months…..yea.

This issue hurt. Have you ever colored a funeral? No? Just me? Ok.

To provide context here is the plot.

The battle with Ikari has ended but the damage has been done. Watatsumi, Coral and Raiken fly to the Slattle Village to lay Kuchihige to rest. While there Raiken reunites with his sister Yumi.Yumi filled with rage at her mentors death prepares to strike a deal with Raiken to save the dying Coral.

New characters and a new revenge arc set to unfold. For a preview click here and to add this new level to your collection click here.

That’s all for now.

Either the next issue is going to be a photo adventure or a surprise. Depends on how much I get i done. Although I’m ready to get back to Azure. My toxic trait is that I want to get my comic series animated and have action figures made.

Spoiler Alert.

 

At any rate I need to check my inventory since I will be vendoring this w.end. Here is to my trying to be an art idol and a free slave.

Moral of the story, try not to take whatever job you can get. if you can be unemployed. do it. You’ll find yourself in a litany of plantations that have you questioning the value of your life.

 

 

Sunflower Samurai

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Dear Janolytes,

Wow its been damn near 3 months

3 fucking months…Shit.

I feel like i have done a lot and not enough at the same time, its such a weird paradox bro. Since we spoke last I went to ATL for my birthday with my girlfriend  to see FKA Twigs who performed on my bday.

That was Yeetable, and visually inspiring.

Which was more Yeetable. Since I used the same concept to make the digital pamphlets for my very first solo show.

Jano, you did your first solo art show?

Sure did Janolytes, which will be a whole another issue when the time comes but until then you can check out the pamphlet and artist roster on my new page. My show  was called Synthesizing Soul. I will say from post birthday trip to the show in early May was an act of closing every single fucking tab. From pending projects and the administrative task of getting shit ready.

Side note follow me here to see updates on when my next show is.

Fun times…kinda. There is joy in using your degree and love of art especially when you work in Cottonfield that treats you like 3/5th a person….if that.
Which sadly I am still there….I hate this shit…..so much.

Disassociation and breathing exercises have become my best friend.   Shout out to me having art projects to help keep somewhat grounded.  Yay.

I said I was going to do nothing after the show and that lasted for maybe a week.

I tired bro, I did. Now I’ve resumed working on my new book and random images of my characters for my comic series.

Meanwhile I’m trying to plan my next solo show.

On a non art note, I’m going to New Orleans for my anniversary next week. I went when I was a Lil Jano, but I don’t remember shit honestly. I remember a monstrous bridge on the way down there, but that is about it. Feels like a nice break after the litany of art projects that have been happening since the fall, plus the fuckery of Cottonfield 12.

Fuck 12 bro.

Anyway time for the flashback of the month which is the last photo shoot of the existential year of 2022. Never trust a year that the calender year of 2016…don’t ask.

Back in 2019 I did a shoot with a friend who I knew off the internet, which was a chill time. I told her I owe her because the lead up to that was a not a chill time because finding someone to do the project was a not a chill time.

Life resumed with life at cotton field 10 at the time, trying to work on my comic series,  the world shutting down because of a virus that was Thanos snapping humanity at a whim, me leaving cotton field 10, more racial injustice, me going back to Cotton field  6 out of desperation. Just random things occuring over the course of a year and some months.

At some point she mentioned she would want to do a photo shoot in a sunflower field. That sounded like a dope thing to do and said we can do it.  But life said before we do that, here is some car fuckery for you to deal with from March 2021 to October 2021.

I’m amazed that I still have to reference this arc, but its hard to follow your art dreams when you can’t get around like you want. But much like when I shot my homeboy this sunflower quest was halted from manifesting.

Side note, typing this out I feel like Cell when he Returned after Goku transported him to King Kai and he was telling the remaining Z fighters his origin story up until that point.

Side note 2, This new  Friday Night Plans album is calming my spirits as it slaps me cheeks with passion.

Anyway.

With more money being made from Cotton field 11 and my car back in action I was able to live a regular Jrpg art journey again.

2022 arrived and I talked to my homegirl about doing the sunflower shoot at some point. She literally didn’t remember our convo but was down. I try to repay my debts of those who have helped me out during these art journeys.

Fun Fact I use to volunteer at a church for a media team in 2014- 2017.

Jano you went to church?

Yea I know it is a wild concept. Back when I worked at Cotton field 5 I had trained someone. During the training I had told her that I was an artist and photographer, she suggested I be on her church’s media team.  So I went with her 1 Sunday and met the team. One of who would be my supervisor and teacher for this arc.  It was koolio for a while,but eventually I got tired of waking up early on Sundays and event photography got boring. The urge to learn to shoot people in a 1:1 on capacity took over and that is how we got this website a decade ago.

Wow, the concept of time just swallowed me up like Kirby.

Anyway my former supervisor had posted pictures of him in a sunflower field. I emailed him asking where did he shoot at and gave me the details. I relayed the information to my homegirl and we picked a day.

Oh what a day. I drove down there in what I refer to bum fuck Rock Hill.

I swear to fuck I hate Rock Hill, I swear to fuck my nigga I hate it.

Drove past the area I knew into the country. How Country was it Jano?

NIgga they had a HUGE Trump and Pence Flag flying in the stratosphere.

SHENINGANS!!!!! This was not a safe place.

My friends were on the way down there as they approiacehed I was still trying to figure out where the fuck was this field and a giant flag filled me with cream fear filling. Eventually I messaged my old supervisor details of the area, and I relayed it to my friends. Side note my google voice number stopped working because of lack of signal and I messaged them from my phone phone number.

Lets recap. 3 niggas in bum fuck rock hill, deep in the trenches of the country, with a huge flag  supporting 2 racist white men in power.

Hey Google play  This is America by Childish Gambino.

Eventually I figured the place out and my friends arrived.  We walked into the field that was set on Broil. My nigga we  might as well been on an oven sheet lined with aluminum foil. The Sunflowers drooped as we walked inward, we settled on a destination and maybe 10 mins in we said fuck this. My friends make up was melting off, we were all uncomfortable and decided for a later date. A random dude talked to us and at some point told us that the Sun’s broil setting was making the sunflowers droop the way they were.

Makes sense.

We headed to our cars and decided to pick a day in the fall, Late September Early October and dispersed.  Side note I had grabbed a sunflower and I  took  it to my car……and somehow it disappeared.

At least 3 months pass.

I’m in Super Slave Season of Cottonfield 11, not knowing it would be the last 1 since it would shut down at the end of March. I knew it would shut down but I didn’t know the time frame. I contacted my homegirl and we picked a Saturday. We researched locations that had Sunflowers still at this time of year.  Because super slave season was in effect in a cotton field with no signal and fatigue over took me when I Got home I didn’t have much time to research any thing. I found a place and was banking on it being worthwhile. The thought of carrying this project into the warm months of 2023 didn’t sit well with me since I already had a few that had yet to happen.

Side note, at this current time most of those projects have been completed now with only 2 remaining. It was 3 but I consolidated 2 ideas into 1.

YEEEEEET!!!

We all awoke early 1 Saturday morning 2 weeks prior to Halloween and headed to Carrigan Farms in Moorseville. I arrived first, texted my homeboy happy birthday as I waited.  The area was vast but the sunflower fields were small areas that were alternated with another crop. A visual representation would be ABABAB..

But each area was big enough that it wasn’t a problem. We chose a field and went in. This was different from other outside shoots because I had limited vantage points to shoot from, but it wasn’t that much of a problem especially since I had a step stool. We were honestly out there for an hour at best, but as usual I snagged a lot of shots.

After that we grabbed Pizza from this place I had seen a bunch of times in Huntersville. It was very old school 1 part pizzeria, 1 part arcade. I had said I would go back but honesty forgot about it until right now as I type this. When it was over I went home and passed out.  I actually didn’t get to work on the images until maybe mid November until super slave season ended.  But then I had strep throat which was fun.

Anyway. Some images from this floral adventure can be found here.

Moral of the story,  Paying back your homes will yield dope results. Or something like that.

And that’s it the last photo shoot of 2022. The rest of the year I spent coloring the last few issues of my book and I wouldn’t actually  pick up my camera for a while. Not without effort though. My next photo issue will be similar to another issue

A Side Quest Interlude. None of the shoots were planned. worthy of being shared but none really are justified in a get a whole issue. Summer 2023 was prob the best summer I had  since 2018. It was filled with peace, I saw homies I ain’t seen in a while, I was unemployed and worked on my book until my cpu fragged on me, and I got to sleep like a regular person until I started the fuckery of Cottonfield 12.

Pray for my freedom bro.

Jano out.

 

New Book Series: Azure Ascendance Level 10

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Dear Janolytes,

When I debuted the last issue I had this foolish thought that February was going to be productive and that I was going to knock out some projects of mine….life was like Nah Nigga. Hey ya’ll see this nigga Jano? This mothafucka think this month gonna be sweet. Oh this nigga funny. Nah Black History month is gonna be filled with Wild monkey behavior.

Yep, that was February with a segue of Mercury Retrograde and here we are.

Here the FUCK we are.

*Deep Breath

Its amazing how many much more I’ve done breathing exercises in the last few years.

SMH.

So this issue is being typed on March 12th, but I’m setting it to realease on my Bday while i’m out of town for a few days. I’m gonna go see FKA twigs in Atlanta who is performing on my bday. YAAAAAAAS. The yeets are heavy.

Donate to your Local Jano

Cashapp $JanoRyusaru

Make me proud Janolytes. Make me proud.

Despite the fuckery of the last 6 weeks I’m glad I’ve got some things done. 1 of the photo shoots  I did in November, made steps forward in my 1st art show in 6 weeks….. damn I got order my outfit, and make my piece for said show.

My toxic trait is that when I go to art events I have to dress like a K pop Idol.

But really trying to keep my peace…legit trying to keep my fucking peace as I close all these tabs.

Fun times mane.

Anyway lets flashback to beginning of the trying times of 2020. Yep that pivotal year when we truly found out much humanity ain’t shit. I literally saw a post about how 6 years ago the COVID-19 pandemic changed humanity. That tracks because we then entered the darkest timeline…..which has just gotten darker…and darker…..and more fucked up.

Feels like we are in the Chapter Black of YuYu Hakusho, all we need is Sensui to eviscerate all of humanity. We are legit oozing with potential to do horrendous things and it is unfortunate but some of us have already peaked in the dancing with their vices.

Some of ya’ll ain’t’ got no morals and I’m bothered.

Fucking weirdo’s bro.

Anyway May 2020 I had finally started coloring Issue 10 of my book series, what I drew back in summer 2017. Man the simple times of unemployment and working on my projects. Low key miss it. Nah High key because it was before I had to start touching boxes, waking up early as fuck, working in warehouses, and sometimes a combination of all fucking 3.

FUCK.

Anyway. I drew it summer of 2017 but added an additional 5 pages  in summer 2019 that I had an urge to put in initially but didn’t since I felt rushed ….for some unknown reason.

As if.

It was roughly a month and a half of coloring, playing Spiderman and watching tv. Simple times.

Fun fact, this was originally going to be the last issue of the series.

Spoiler Alert, but I had more story that i wanted to tell. So congrats ya’ll have reached the midway point of this arc. 10 more issues after this.

But for now here is what is happening in this issue

Dawn approaches and so does the battle between Ikari and Yosei!! Despite the efforts of The Posei Kingdom this battle could not be stopped. Yosei and Ikari clash as the others watch in awe, unknowing that a surprise awaits them all….

The revenge arc continues as the  daughters of sisters Watatsumi and  Hannya battle backed with their convictions.

 

YEP!!! With this issue Act 2 is concluded. I’m proud of myself for what I created I am, especially since I didn’t think I would have finish. The amount of daunt that sat on my chest was too damn high.

Anyway for the usual preview click here.  And to purchase it go over yonder.

And for news on my art show follow me here on the IG thangy.

Moral of the story, write those stories and don’t give up even if it feels like you will never finish the project of your desires.

Or something like that.

Don’t forget to donate Janolytes.

Happy Bday to me.

 

Noir Noir

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Dear Janolyes,

I type this side quest as I watch the snow fall from my girlfriends apartment…..ITS SO FLUFFY!!!

If i wasn’t cozy I would go down there and play in it.

But I didn’t so hear we are. Its very mesmerizing as I glance in between words as Salimata plays in the background…literally.

I just ate my Pocky, and finished reading TMNT The last Ronin lost years. Figured I might as well type out this months issue since it really is a simple tale in my JRPG journey. Plus that way it is one less thing for me to do next month. The goal is to finish the photo projects tabs I’ve had open since the fall.

YEP.

Super Slave Season only allowed me to do so much outside of the field work Masta had me do.

SMH.

FREE JANO.

Anyway Flashback to 2022, spring was tumultuous filled with various parts of life…hopefully to never repeat itself.

But amidst of all the photo shoots that I have talked about since I got back on line, which somehow really occurred within months of each other (holy fuck), I was also vendoring at random places. Because  money from my art is needed and my toxic trait is that Team Jano always need new Janolytes.

During 1 night someone bought a pin I was selling, a month later I saw her again when I was at another event in June. We chatted more and she told me about how I should try South East Punk Flea Market (which I still need to do) and we exchanged IG information.

Fast Forward to mid June she posted something alluding to a rock band….oh shit nigga.

Black Rock Music, color me intrigued. Idk what Hex code that will be but please color me with it.

The day of the show arrived and I packed my camera just cuz. I spoke briefly to my friend and waited for her groups performance. Eventually they started their performance……

wow.

Can legit say that was the BEST performance of the whole night, plus they were black.

Heavy Yeet.

 

The set was only maybe 30 mins at best, but it was an energy laced 30 mins filled with powerful vocals, great instrument play, and an energy that the other bands didn’t match.

 

When their performance ended, the black people that gathered for the show left and so did I.

I legit don’t know what happened after they performed, didn’t really care.  For a while, I would go to their shows that was sprinkled around the city. I never had a local band I enjoyed before…

Probably cuz I stayed in the house, but I was a fan.  The last I saw my friend she told me she left the band and was doing her thing, as did the lead singer.

 

It be like that, but I’m glad I got to enjoy that era. For me it opened up a new world of Black rock which I am grateful as fuck for. I got to see Nova Twins and Night life life and OMG. I need to re dive the playlist I made.

This snow is still falling and I’m now listening ASAP ROCKY’s new cd.

 

At any rate the pictures from that magical night is here. I didn’t get that many because i didn’t have any working batteries for my flash, whack.

Moral of the story, side quests lead to fun adventures….or something to that effect.

Happy snow day Janolytes.

New Book Series: Azure Ascendance Level 9

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Dear Janolytes,

Welcome to 2026, where all of a sudden everyone is nostalgic about a decade ago…even though everyone was so anti 2016 by the time the year ran its course.

But nostalgia hits for whatever reason.  There were parts of the year I liked…me starting my art journey, being unemployed and working on projects at night while listening to Spotify. I may have hated the year but most of the artist I discovered that year are still on repeat.  I discovered the TMNT IDW comic (GOATED) Playing video games without feelings of guilty that I had to be working on something, Dragon Age Inquisition, was my Jam, seeing my friends (RIP to some), I discovered the Durarara series, being unemployed and sleeeeeeeeeping..

OMG I miss sleeping without a care in the world. Take me back to November as Tyler said (not specifically November, if you heard the song you would get it). My toxic trait is I want to be paid to exist and work on my projects. That’s it. That’s the goal. I Know I’ve made it in my art journey if people start donating to my projects.

Like what you saw and give it up for a turtle, or whatever Michaelangelo said In TMNT Secret of the Ooze.

Nigga what?

Donate JanoLytes, Donate.

That year is also when I started my comic series….which was the beginning of an ARC of character design, writing, hex code design, and a myriad of other things for 8 years.  And with that we segue into this months issue.

Do I get points for a creative segue? Yes? No? Maybe?

As if.

9 years later after initially drawing it. I finally drop Issue 9.  Heavy Yeet. During the lockdown of arc of everybody’s life I colored it late April, early may of 2020. Fun time. Minus how some pages I had to literally redrew because I did REPREHENSIBLE AND HORRID job of drawing in summer 2017.  HORRIBLE AS FUCK BRO!!!

*insert cringe here.

Anyway it wasn’t the whole issue…just certain panels.

This is what happens when you want to hurry to get to a certain part of the story. In hindsight if I had moved as fast as I wanted (which was impossible in retrospect) I would have regretted it.

Fully.

Anyway time for plot of issue 9, fuck all this talking right.

Ikari awakes to find herself captured in the palace of the Posei Kingdom, but that doesn’t mean that she has given up. Thoughts of murder and revenge permeate the air around her as she seeks her parents killer. Her rage won’t be hindered by her prison but at what cost? 

Spoiler Alert, this issue hurt …..

As usual for a preview of this issue click here.  And if you like what you see there is this link right here.

In other random news, I finished My Hero Academia. I’m slowly watching the things that were released within the last dew months. Next it is Gachiakuta (Kei Urana  art is legit awesome ), TMNT Tales of the TMNT, One punch Man Season 3 and i think I”m forgetting something. I finally watched K Pop Demon hunters. I yeeted at all of it. I won a Nintendo Swtich at the accursed Cottonfield 12….which I feel like I will never escape. Take me back to a decade ago when I was unemployed as fuck….not getting stretched out by Big Brown Cardboard and a healthy sleep pattern. My  funds were non existent but it was peaceful.

Anyway some of my projects are winding down. I just need to find time to work on them…while working on new one’s.  This wouldn’t be so bad if I weren’t exhausted, but ya know whatever.

Street Fighter

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Dear Janolytes,

I’m fucking exhausted. On Kami Bro.

Exhausted as fuck.

Fuck Cottonfield 12 and this upgraded super slave season. No amounts of Yoga and sleep seem to be enough for the amount of Big Brown Cardboard Rape that I have experienced for the last few weeks and will face in the next few weeks. If you couple that with the stuff I have to do outside of work that pertains to my personal projects. It’s a never ending door of fuckery.

At least I got to see JID perform in the midst of all this box rape.

Here’s hoping for my freedom and that cottonfield 13 involves me working at a desk and I can do some tasks while I’m getting paid.

FUCK. I just need to be paid to exist. That is it. These trenches are pain Morty.

Anyway as Fionna Apple sings in the background, I type out what will prob be last issue of the year.

But Jano why?

Well it is December. Plus this was supposed to be last months issue, but ya know life plus slavery equals exhaustion.  On the bright side I won a Nintendo Switch in the Trenches today.  Yay.

I hope I can get my freedom now.

Anyway Adventure time come on tell a friend.

This Arc takes place in Spring of the disastrous of 2022. It was around my Bday and was casually scrolling and I saw my home boy cosplay as Akuma. Within the same time frame I saw this girl cosplay as Cammy.

*Wheels turned and light bulb starts to flicker on.

Hold up. Could I do that idea that randomly hit me in the summer of 2k16 when I was helping him move?

Jano what?

So back in 2016 I was helping him move to an apartment and while crossing the parking lot I thought about doing a Street Fighter shoot. The initial thought was an amalgamation vs match, someone from Street Fighter and someone from another anime.  But I let it pass, not sure why but here we are 6 years later…..which had the same calender year ……as 2016……interesting…….

I saw that they were following each other and messaged him about the whole idea and asking did they actually know each other.

The moment when you wanna do a shoot but you need to make sure that this random white girl knows at least 1 black person there.

Jano did you know her? Nah bruh. Following someone does not equaling knowing them personally  Spoiler Alert.

He got back to me and told me they were actually friends and would be down for the idea. Yeet. I messaged her and told her about my idea and that our mutual friend would be down. She was down too.

Heavy yeet bro.

My Birthday came and I Vibed out to Tyler the Creator’s concert. Kali Uchis has such a fat ass, OMG. But the day after I took a walk in the area that I thought would be a good idea to do this concept. Ironically it was the same area where I did a shoot in 2016.

Kinda.

I went further down the tracks than I did with my home girl cuz when intuition speaks you listen. The tracks led to a train yardsh area with a view of the city.

Ding Ding Ding we have a winner.

Side note, the Lorax would be upset with the amount of gentrification that had occurred in the 6 years since. had been there. Some of those apartments were not there when I shot her.

Colonizing fucks.

Anyway.

I emailed both of them of my findings and they were down. All we had to do after that was to pick a w.end to do it. Which wasn’t that arduous. I told them I wanted it to happen before Summer became full blaze as fuck since they were going to be in costume, preferably around sunset.

Side note, Summer doesn’t officially start until June BUT it gets summer hot around the 1st week May. Shout out to global warming for fucking us up in various ways.

It didn’t happen until  early June due to varying schedules. I let them know about where they could park and the meeting area.

I promise the most I give a fuck is when I am doing something for my art journey. Thats it. Coordinating skills are at max capacity on my skill tree.

The week of this shoot I had to choreograph this whole event and figure out how to make these regular people look like the characters I played growing up. Idk who needs to hear this, but regular niggas don’t have powers.

No Super Jumps, No Hadokens, No Glowing Kicks, Nothing.

I’m sorry if I busted your bubble bro.

I went online and studied the characters they said they were going to be and looked at their move set. I hate that I barely play video games anymore, I really do. I hate being an adult.

But I made a google document with the moves and notes of how I would present them on camera. Before the match would start I would have them do the pose for each move. For the aerial moves I had them pose on a step stool and hope they wouldn’t fall.

Jano you didn’t have this all figured out before this?

Hell No nigga. My toxic trait is that I procrastinate and tackle each project as I get close to it. Did I plan this in March 2022? Yes. But also I had 3 shoots prior,  prepping for vendoring events, plus other things around that time and still trying to work on my comic.

Don’t worry. I’m gonna be alright and the  results will be fine. Top tier bro.

The day arrived and I went to the location first  and let them know I arrived. Swole Cage showed up first and we caught up briefly since I hadn’t seen him since his Bday party in February. Good times. Cammy arrived shortly after and we began to walk to the area I had picked. I told them the same thing I told my home girl 6 years prior, that I’m pretty sure the track is dead but we shouldn’t walk on it just in case.

We were out there for roughly 2.5 hours. Both of them prepared their outfits and talked about how it was going to go. We decided the winner via coin flip.

Spoiler Alert it was 3 rounds.

I had them do poses for the character title card, then their super move poses. Then we proceeded to choreograph the 3 rounds.
Shit was fun.

We finished up right before it started to get dark. I told them I would have the images ready within a few weeks. The editing process was different this time because of special effects. I divided the images up by rounds and did the basic edits. After that it was the special powers. For all the moves I had them do I chose to get graphics from the 32 bit era of video games. X- Men vs Street fighter, Street Fight Alpha, etc. Whichever was on Sega Saturn and Playstation, yep I want that.

Bias as fuck.

I did have to go back to the area I shot them at to re shoot just  the area because I had compose some images with their powers interacting with each other.

After that it was character icons and health bars. I had never knowingly messed with a png file prior to this.

Yea it was a lot. I would come home from work after being unknowingly learn shit that was gonna be null in void real quick and come home to work on this. Flash backing on this period of time is hitting me with a litany of feelings considering how some things ended up.

Wait what?

Nothing.

Anyway the images for this shoot are here. Go Play have fun like Shredder said in TMNT 2 Secret of the Ooze.

I know following is important for people now, so here are Akuma’s  and Cammy’s Ig pages.  Shout out to the homes for helping bring this project to life. Miss ya’ll.

Moral of the Story, as Tyler the Creator said Everything is Figure out able. Part of me would do this again. Maybe I will one day, but right now prob not cuz of other projects I wanna do.

Plus I’m so over all the things I keep adding to my plate.

Like I said this will prob be the last issue of the year because of super slave season.

Fuck Cotton Field 12 and all fields similar. At least I got this Switch in the process.

Reparations.

Happy Holidays Janolytes.

New Book Series: Azure Ascendance Level 8

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Dear Janolytes,

I hate a congested week. I do.  Right now I feel like i have a litany of art tasks to do before I start a new project which I HOPE FINALLY comes to fruition.

Spoiler Alert, Its one of the Stones I was looking for starting in 2017. *

*see literally any issue that discuss shoots started in Fall 2017 and Spring 2018.

*deep sigh

I need to dive into a video game coma, I do. Or just exist without any task to do.

Anyway time for the debut of Azure Ascendance Issue 8.

Heavy Yeet.

There isn’t much back story to this actually but we can flash back. It was 2020, the world was on lockdown…mostly. Niggas were mad they couldn’t get haircuts…..smh.I stayed home from cotton field 10 and eventually quit that cotton laced trenched field.

Literally, it made shirts and hoodies. YES NIGGA I WAS IN THE COTTON FIELD.

During the day it was Anime and Spider man on PS4. At night it was me in a coloring coma, averaging at least 2 images a night.

YESSS LAWWWWD *Anderson Paak voice.

It was giving the joy of 2016 and 2017 before I headed back to the slave pits. I think this issue only took me a few weeks in April of 2020 while just discovering Awich. While also rediscovering my love of J Pop and learning new K pop artist. I made a playlist that became a monster in hours.

And that is it. See what happens when there isn’t any fuckery, it is a clear concise story not a game of thrones level drama. Actually lets say an Expanse level drama, I just finished that this week along with Fire Force season 3.

ANYWAY

Level 8 of Azure Ascendance goes as follows

Ikari is on the move. Knowing who is responsible for the death of her mother Hannya,she makes her way to the Posei Kingdom. Boumei, Coco, and Sapphire also head towards to Posei to warn the Empress about the oncoming threat. Will they succeed in warning the Posei Kingdom, or will Ikari manage a successful ambush and assassination?

As usual to check out the issue preview click here. And if you like what you see go purchase here.

Damn this is a short issue….I’m not a fan but I am since it was simple.

Hmmm.

UMMMM.

1 of my pieces were accepted into a exhibition. I went to the opening a few days ago. It was a chill time. There was food, music, and a genuine wholesome time. Kinda a lot with interaction of people….or maybe I’m just exhausted.

The curators told me that even though they were in a church setting they like art of all types even if it disagreed with those go to that church. THATS WHATS UP!!!

My name is Jano Ryusaru and I approve this message. We nee more people like that.

Can I pass out in my bed and chill for like a month. Can I?

I thought i would be seeing Kiya Lacey, but her show got canceled Whack and deep sigh…but at least I got to see Doechiii.

Anyway that all folks I’m about to watch The Nightmare before Christmas. I can full attest that Oogie Boogie is a full nigga, and Jack Skeleton is a selfish colonizer asshole.

Oh yea before I forget I finally made Hoodies with art from my comic.

And I made a discord for Team Janolytes just cuz Cult Shit Nigga.

Sprightly Spring Saturday

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Dear Janolytes,

I am currently typing this exhausted from the field and from errands post field. Again I say waking up after the sun for the field is a privilege.

I’m legit too tired to segue this into the current social climate of this world.

Maybe next time.

SMH, at least I can type this with Ta-ku playing in the background. The spirit of 2016 still lives within in me. There is joy in being unemployed, playing video games, chilling with your friends and working on your craft.

YESS LAAAAWD* Anderson Paak voice.

Anyway, this actually a simple issue. No brain storming of a concept, no arduous model search, no fuckery and the rare event of me getting paid for my skills.

Heavy YEET to that deposit….that hasn’t happened since spring 2022…..

Anyway Flashback to 2022 I was at Cotton field 11 super slaves season ended and I would joke with my fellow slave when we weren’t making sure the cotton  was getting sent out.

Simple times in the field indeed.

 

At some point maybe around her bday in February, we talked about doing a shoot for her birthday but then sickness engulfed her body. Eventually we just agreed to do it when it got warm, which worked out because as I sit here trying to recall that time frame alot was happening in life.

*insert flashbacks of coloring my book, prepping to vendor for shows, and planning how to do shoot.

May arrived and I went location scouting, because that is what you do when you need to  figure out where you are going to shoot someone. I got my steps as I gathered visual intel. I sent her my usual visual grid of where I think would be a good location. She saw it  and was down.

I told you this is a simple issue.

 

We agreered that I would pick her up that Saturday  and go to the location. Slave Nigga oppression heat was beginning to saturate the Earth on this Saturday afternoon. After she got ready we headed to NODA and Bip Boom Bam we did the photography thing. It was fun. We joked around  and that was all folks.

That is legit the whole story. No plot twist, no schedule conflicts because of life, nothing. This is as rare as unicorn eating Cheetos on fresh snow.

Anyway to see my fellow slave bro who escaped the trenches of cotton field 11 way before it shut down, click here.

This issue feels lacking in sarcasm and depth. Maybe because of recent weeks. I had to  get ready  to sell my wares for the first time in 3 years at Charlotte Asian Film Festival.

One of home girls who helped me with a project passed away.

Then 2 weeks later I was at The Urban Fantasy Ball, which was arduous since I had to find out I had to buy a whole new 4ft table since 6ft weren’t gonna fit. Shout to return policies and QR code menus I made.

Today I did an Issue 3 book drop at 2 local indie bookstores. Joy is when you don’t have to jump through hoops to get you comic series in stores near you.

Yea I’m tired.

I think I’m gonna play video games for once and veg out.

Until next time Janolytes.

Moral of the story……fuck this adult shit.