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Let The Dead Watch

02 Sunday Sep 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Before we get started I just want to publicly lament how I couldn’t accomplish any of my travel goals this year because of typical job fickleness. Maybe next year I can I go afford to go to DragonCon, AfroPunk, and Charleston SC.Oh the goals I had this year, and how life scoffed at said goals. Maybe next year. Hell I hope next year I can afford to use the air conditioning,NIGGA it is September and it is still hot as fuck. NIGGA!! At this point my body has adjusted to the heat, mostly.

At least Eminem dropped a new CD which I heard is fiya. Its the little things in life that give me pleasure, especially the big victories that allude me.

ANYWAY.

Spoiler Alert. The next few issues about my photography journey will be filled with mass amounts of Shade, Salt and Sarcasm. More so than usual.

So who remembers the movie The Craft? Ya know the movie with 4 witches on the west coast. Right, well I just recently saw the movie for the first time in December of the cunt bag year of 2016.

Damn Jano, why so late?

Look we can have a whole discussion of all the movies I never saw growing up, if you really want that disappointment just email me.

I saw it and my spirit liked it, so much to the point that it inspired to do a Craft themed photoshoot. April 2017 came and I took to Craigslist and placed an ad, figured since I got a model in a quick fashion last time it would be just as easy.

Things were not that easy. Not at All.

When I planned this out in my head I wanted this to be a two parter. Half of it would take place on UNCC’s campus and the other half in a graveyard. Not any graveyard, I wanted a graveyard with actual headstones not just plaques. I had to google graveyards, because not like I spend times chilling in graveyards. Well there was that one time back in summer 08 when I was home for break. Two of my friends were like lets go hang out at a graveyard and drink late Saturday night. Spoiler Alert, that shit was kinda odd at least for me, for my two homeboys it was just another night.. Fear of being arrested is a very real thing. But man things were simpler back then.

Anyway.

My graveyard search didn’t last long, literally the first place I decided to check out had the atmosphere I was looking for. Thank you Elmwood Cemetery. Now for the model.

MAAAAAAN Listen. Arduous does not define the fuckery of this process. Holy fucking fuck of AIDS cunt fuckdom. I did get some candidates who I were legit impressed by, but these basic face Beckys would stop replying. How the FUCK do you sign up to do a witch themed photoshoot but have issues taking pictures in a graveyard? Basic fucking white girls.

Dear White People, don’t claim a lifestyle that you ain’t really down for.

The other candidates who replied to the Ad, I legit didn’t like their aesthetic. At all. Spoiler Alert, I am picky at times. Despite the desire to knock out a project I’m not just gonna accept anybody. What type of nigga do you think I am? Gosh.

There was one girl who was totally excited for the entire concept. She was fine with the graveyard, I liked her face (well how she made up her face) and I genuinely thought she was going to bring my project to life.

Nope.

At some point this little pale,sour face, anorexia nervosa, spoiled cunt stopped replying to my messages when I reached out to see if she was still down. I think I saw her working at a Starbucks at Northlake mall. I legit wanted to bash her head into the pastry container and pour hot coffee on this bitch, after I pummel her to death with a god damn scone.I bet her pussy smells like rotten garlic and a spoiled Mcdonald egg mcmuffin.

Side note, I’m actually a really chill and lackadaisical person….until you waste my time or piss me off.

At this point we are in July. Yes Friends of Jano, fucking July.

A girl replies and says she wants to model for me but thinks because she is black I won’t pick her. I tell her I don’t give a fuck as long I think she can help bring my idea to life. So she replied back with her photo and I was like YAAAAAAS. I liked her face, especially since unlike the others girls who replied she didn’t have much if any make up on in any of the photos she sent me.

And now ya’ll know where I got the term basic face Beckys, because majority of the white girl population have very beat down and bland faces without make up. Google it. Even though I don’t think this should be news.Some don’t and I applaud ya’ll for over coming that genetic defect.

Anyway we make plans to meet one day. I get downtown and try to figure out a place to park, I almost had to push this old white woman into traffic when I asked her about downtown parking and she replied with a preppy attitude. Bitch I hope your lover gives you an STD, and lets a homeless person piss on your sunburnt skin.

I told ya’ll I’m full of high grade sodium chloride for the next few issues.

We meet at the Graveyard and we vibe with each other the entire time. She tells me she hasn’t modeled in a while, I tell her its Kool as we both played off each others ideas. I had to go get quarters for our parking meters at some point, as I did that she did an outfit change. The only problem I had the entire time that there was a homeless guy who 1. Looked like he was gonna take out stuff and 2. This nigga was in the back of my potential shots so I had to rearrange what I wanted to.

OMG Jano, I can’t believe you actually did a photoshoot in a graveyard.

Look, I have dreams to follow. Plus according to all the tombstones I’m pretty sure everyone buried were old racist fucking white people. And I took great joy in trampling over their hate filled graves. I would legit fuck in a graveyard, pull out and bust my nigga cum from my bbc. Bukake for all the dead racist spirits.

Reparations Nigga!! *Dave Chappelle voice.

Anyway.

When it was over we went Amelies and she told me about the type of photos she wanted to do. I was like word sounds fun. None of them have happened yet but maybe one day hopefully. In the meantime to see the photos from this day that took 3 months in the fucking making click here.

Next issue will be special issue for lack of better words, so it won’t be any where near this amount of shade and hostility. Not to say it won’t be there but it will be diluted compared to this. Until then I’m gonna finish up rewatching Gundam Wing. 18 years later I still love that show.

Sunday Stroll

01 Wednesday Aug 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Yo On God my nigga, I hate summer rain forecast. How am I supposed to accurately plot out my life if it says it is going to rain, but yet it is as dry as all the old cum in my belly button. Now Summer Rain By Carl Thomas is playing in my head, great because I don’t have enough over emotional ass songs playing in my head.

Anyway.

Remember when I said I did 3 photoshoots last April, well this is the final one. AWWW the simple times of picking a location, asking someone to model for you, then shooting them on a set date. MAN, what a time to be alive.

But Jano what do you mean?

You’ll see in upcoming issues. Holy Fuck you will see.

Anyway.

Back in the cunt bag year of 2016 in August when I was unemployed and foolishly trying to get a stable job as a web designer.

I went to a crash course coding networking event for the now defunct as fuck Iron Yard. It was in Uptown/ Downtown Charlotte in this building called Packard Place.While I was waiting for this event aka waste of my time to start, I stared out the window and saw Romare Bearden Park. I started thinking it would be fun to do a shoot there.

Fast Forward to March 2017.

Two of my friends from college decided to visit me. At some point when they were having a conversation which I could contribute nothing to, so I started scrolling on Instagram.

Jano, that is so rude.

Fuck off, ya’ll do it too.

Anyway, I was scrolling and saw a photo from one of my former slave coworkers from the plantation, IKEA. At some point I decided to ask if she would model for me, she said yea, and I internally while externally went YAAAAS.

I promise ON GOD, ON GOD MY NIGGA, this is the last time that a model search will be this fucking easy for me. I legit just face palmed.

Anyway.

Even though me and her worked together at that cunt customer cotton field for 3 years, I legit didn’t know anything about her or fashion sense. Real shit majority of the time I saw her I talked shit to her. But not hardcore shit that would make someone do a Hannah Baker, but like soft core shit that you could put on a ice cream cone and serve up with a smile.

I just threw up in my mouth a little with that analogy.

We met up so I could browse her closet and we picked an outfit each, picked a date, and caught up about life after. The next day I went to downtown to plan a route for how I wanted this shoot to go. Because ya know its important to storyboard mentally how you want events to go that you are planning. At least in my world.

Alicia Keys so simple is so playing in my head right now.

The day came and I was one of the few who realized that drinking and driving isn’t a good thing and spent the night at a friends house after a bday party. Safety First. Fast Forward through slow service at Midnight Diner, Goodbyes, college buddy group photos, and me going home to showering (because ya know hygiene is key), it was shoot time.

She had never modeled before and I was like girl you’ll be fine.

And she was, Legitly.

She had a lot of excitement and I didn’t regret my choice. She channeled her Americas Next Top Model as she got comfortable being in front of the camera. I almost felt bad for all the soft serve shit I gave her in the cotton field. Almost.

Everything for the next few hours were Kool….. except when my nuts met a guard rail. HOLY FUCK OF FUCKING FUCKED CUNTS, FUCKING JOB HAZARDS. She told me to shhh my yelling because a child was near by. NIGGA FUCK THAT CHILD!!. My tender freshly clean nuts just got more tenderized by this fucking metal guard rail. NIGGA!!!!

Spoiler Alert, if we do a shoot and I get hurt in an extreme way I will yell. No fucks shall be given about the opinions and ear drums of the surrounding people. None, no such fucks shall exist.

Anyway to see the by product of this blissfully planned day go here.

In case ya’ll have been wondering why I keep emphasizing how easy things went is because the next four photoshoots I talk about were arduous as when Vegeta was trying to become a Super Saiyan. Didn’t get that anime reference? Fine, it was like trying to avoid spoilers on the internet when you haven’t seen an episode or movie yet. Actually I rather try to avoid spoilers then deal with the fuckery I dealt with last summer.

Ironically enough despite planning it is happening again this year.

Spoiler Alert, the next few issues will be full of shade, sarcasm and salt. So much Salt that you would think I was gonna put Mortons Salt out of business.

The moment you realize that your Art Journey is similar to a Role Playing Game.

Have I leveled up yet?

Go Go Gadget Indiegogo

09 Saturday Jun 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

I legit debated if I wanted to try this given the results of last time.

Jano, what happened last time? Why are you being vague as fuck? Why do you ask yourself questions in 3rd person?

Back in 2016 when I started this Art Journey and was unemployed as fuck, I decided to make an Indiegogo page to raise funds to get some camera equipment.

Spoiler Alert: No one donated anything. None, no such donations existed.

I legit saw the most random of causes from help me get a new pet to I need a new video game system because my ex girl friend destroyed it when she saw I cheated on her. Legit was being funded by people, meanwhile I got nothing.

My faith in humanity dropped more so, as my inadequacy and trash complex grew more than the Grinches heart when he heard the Whos down in Whoville sang after he stole EVERYTHING.

What did Charles Hamilton say in that song off his mixtape Pink LavaLamp, oh yea

“I once was the loser, now I’m older still the same loser.”

I promise I think that may be one of my theme songs in life.Nihilism at its finest.

Anyway.

I was on wikipedia a few weeks ago looking up Dear White People after I finished watching Season 2. I found out that the movie was funded through an Indiegogo page. And that is how we got here.

Legit thought maybe, just maybe, my comic series Azure Ascendance could gain the money for copyrights through a fundraiser.

But Jano don’t you have a college degree and that hasn’t that got you good high paying jobs?

HA, Nigga you funny. The only thing I have gotten is bullshit low paying retail jobs, or seasonal based projects that believe lay offs are life. I am about to be on my 10th cotton field since graduation. None of which allow me to fully support myself.

Stay In School kids…..could you taste the sarcasm, salt and shade? You could? YAAAASSS, deep throat it, no teeth.

Anyway. My hope is that this will help me get the copyright funds for the rest of my series which I have dedicated my soul to. The same way Thanos wants to balance the universe is my dedication to this project, yea its that deep.

Minus the genocide of the universe part….maybe.

To check out my fundraiser, go forth and click here.

Oh yea here too. Because why not try my luck on two different fund raising sites.

Nevermind the fact that luck was non existent 2 years ago. SMH

I’m actually going to pass out with dreams of my comic series being on Netflix one day. I would say Toonami, but I don’t want my material censored ;).

Days of the Dead

02 Saturday Jun 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

First and foremost, I just heard the death of Drake via Pusha T. Damn it was Degrassi all over again. He just lost his whole life, all of it. DAMN homey, In high school you were the man homey.Well not really. You were Wheel Chair Jimmy at some point. Look at history repeating itself.

Anyway.

This months issue is a special edition. Why?

  1. I legit didn’t feel like waiting until next year to talk about an event that I may not attend again.
  2. This month was originally going to be talking about the photoshoot I did with a friend I did last year. BUT this nigga doesn’t have his website ready for me to promote it. SMH

If you add 2 plus 2, you get this special edition/ filler issue.

“Call it what you want motha fucka, I got a quota and I’m hitting it.”

Bonus points if you can recognize where that quote came from. Not really.

So a few weeks ago my actress home girl (England Simpson) texted me that she had an extra pass to the Days of the Dead Convention and asked me did I want to go. I said sure, and asked that most important question ever, will there be food there? Sadly there wasn’t going to be, that was a sign…..

Spoiler alert, I’m just be ominous,dramatic and foreboding for no real fucking reason.

Saturday came with me waking up early as fuck for no reason, which is sad cuz I passed out late the night before after watching a new episode of 13 reasons. I watched another episode of 13 reasons Season 2 (shit is legit dramatic crack), tried to download Marvel Vs Capcom Infinite Crisis and then got ready. Since she told me there wasn’t going to be any food vendors, my black ass went to go get me a Korean sandwich and a Boba Tea.

Spoiler Alert, I need food in my life to function especially if I’m going to be doing anything artistically.

Anyway.

I get downtown and meet her at the parking lot that she is at. Nigga, Parking was 15 fucking whole dollars. 15 dollars and ya’ll motha fuckas ain’t feeding anyone?!!!

Nigga fuck ya’ll and everything you stand for.

So I park after having my wallet raped, met my home girl and we precede into the venue. It was a horror con, similar to Mad Monster Party. And just like Mad Monster party white people stared like they have never seen a real life black person before.

Dear White people, even though you kill us off first in horror movies doesn’t mean that you won’t see us at horror theme conventions. I thought we covered this last time. What are ya’ll worried I would kill you like Candy Man? Spoiler Alert: If I could I would :).

Real Shit though, I barely saw any black people though. I promise you the aesthetic was mostly dirty, rancid white people that looked like they didn’t bathe. I can support that statement with facts, I had to stop breathing because the amalgamation of funk that raped my nose. It literally felt like an aroma-esque that lynched my nostrils similar to how what disobedient slaves would get for wanting to be treated like a person.

Tangent over.

At some point while I was waiting for her to leave the bathroom, Candy Man walked by me. It took me a minute to realize that it was Candy Man. First off that is a tall ass negro. No, Like Real shit, That nigga is tall as fuck.

My friend was a panel speaker on what it was like to be a woman film maker in the film industry. Before her panel it was a bunch of dudes who literally took most of the room with them when they left. Well damn.

England and the other four female film makers talked about their influences, past experiences in the industry, as well as the adversity they have encountered in the industry. England also talked about the extra layer of racism that she encountered being a black woman film maker, that her four white co panelist had not experienced. Some eyes gasped like gosh I didn’t think black females go though anything. Its crazy I thought Obama fixed all that. Ya’ll please stay woke.

The panel lasted at least 30-40 mins then we left. Her other panelist came up to talk to her.They discussed even though the con has made some stride in acknowledging that there are women of film, the playground isn’t very inclusive yet. When will it get to the point of getting rid of the gender divide and having panels of film makers in general instead of dividing them by chromosome differences.

The Ironic part about all of this the film maker posters were not on any of the walls unlike the other promotional posters.

This is Amerikkka.

We checked out the dealers room and I debated deep in my spirit was there anything I wanted to spend my money on. There wasn’t.

I did see Teddy Long from WWE tho, that was cool. Ted Raimi was there and England fangirled, as I stood there not judging. I literally just heard of him that day. For future reference, I didn”t watch a lot of movies and it concerns a lot of my friends.

She had a table to sell her merchandise, so for the next few hours we literally sat at the table, people watch and chill. Man some people had some impressive costumes, others just looked like they didn’t bathe.

I don’t apologize for talking shit about dirty people at cons, I don’t. Shit bothers me at anime and comic conventions. Literally one of the first things y’all are taught before your love of comics, anime, movies, video games or any type of hobbies in life is to wash your fucking ass. Ya’ll mother fuckas are nasty. Clean ya self, for the culture.

Tangent over, no wait. Fuck ya’ll dirty, stinky, and rancid bastards,

Ok, now it’s over.

When that was over we did a final walk around. One of the vendors in the merchant room worked on Star Trek and had his Emmy out. An actual fucking Emmy. I hope its magical creative energies flowed to me and my art flourishes with that extra magical boost.

Amen.

I think thats it.This another reason I didn’t want to wait a year to talk about this in case I forgot something. Ironically enough I probably did, HA.

Anyway to check out some of the cosplay images from the con of dirtiness and a legit fucking EMMY check them out here.

Anyway my hybrid ass is hungry, so this issue is over. Maybe next time we will go back to our regular schedule broadcast.Maybe.

Remember Magical Black People exist, don’t be afraid.

Shit I’m hungry.

Witch Hunt

03 Thursday May 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Ok before we talk about anything relating to my photographic journey I holy need to say Holy Fuck in regards to Avengers Infinity War. After somehow dodging most of the spoilers on social media I saw it last night and damn Thanos. That big purple nigga has me reevaluating my favorite villains in life. Every time he came on screen I was legit shook, like damn it is the Captain of the Death Rape Squad. Thanos is the type of the nigga who doesn’t pull out after he rapes you because he is going to abort the life he blasted inside you and your life when its all done in the name of balance. DAMN. I wish Thanos would blast Kanye West into atomic particles, since this nigga want to slave that slavery was a choice. This Nugga.

Anyway.

So spoiler alert I follow a lot of random things on instagram. photographers, art, models, suicide girls, alternate models, anime and other things that I can’ think of right now. Since I’m bombarded by an array of images of course I am going to be inspired and want to incorporate new things into my art. In particular I wanted to start alternate photography and since I know no one who does it I went to Craigslist.

Spoiler Alert, this was the beginning of so many fucking ads in months to come. But unlike future episodes, I got a model on the first try.  Man if it was always this fucking easy. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

She replied, we picked a time, I picked her up, we went to good ol’ Slave ghost filled Latta Plantation park and started shooting. At some point some guy who worked there spoke to us about how photography wasn’t allowed and I would have to pay an amount to shoot.

Look here ya fucking colonizer descendant:

1. I’m not paying a fucking fine to shoot with my fucking equipment. You can suck my whole dick, veins and circles.

2.My ancestors were slaves picking cotton in this god damn park that ya’ll filthy colonizers made a tribute park to. I’ll take photos here freely in honor of them. Now kill yourself ya descendant of murdering colonizing cunt.

Anyway, she did an outfit change and we migrated to the part of the park that wasn’t as plantationy. (New word bonus) That lasted for about another hour,  that was about it and I dropped her off. When I did I told her I’ll get her the photos as I can, my calendar was gonna be busy compared to how it usually was with other photoshoots I had to do. More so since I was about to start working.

Holy Shit Jano you finally got a job after not 1 yr and 4 months? Congrats.Holy fuck, where was it?

Don’t Matter since I don’t work there anymore, it was insanely short lived. So one day she texts me where are her pictures? I tell her I’m working on them, I promise you I read nothing but attitude when she replied just send them to me. I don’t deal with unnecessary attitudes especially when I let you know before hand things are gonna be hectic for me. She got the pictures a few days later and that was the end of that. There was a plan to do another shoot with the lights I had got a few months prior but that never happened, fine by me.

Anyway the photos from  that day are right here fam.

I wanna type more but at the same time, I wanna lay down and play some more Final Fantasy 7 while listening to J.Coles new cd again. I need to regain focus on my book. OMG.There are goals I’m hoping to meet within the next few months. The last thing I want is another existential crisis, did I say those are fun. Oh I didn’t because they ain’t. But in joyous news the new season of Dear White People comes out this w.end, so they may help my spirit in some fashion.

Before we go lets take a minute to pay our respects who lost their lives due to the Mad Titan Thanos. He definitely raped the souls out of their bodies. YES LAWD *Anderson Paak voice.

 

Mad Monster Party 2018

04 Sunday Mar 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Yo today was a legit chill ass fucking today, despite me waking up early as fuck on my day off.

I was like yo let me edit the pictures from my first Mad Monster Party, but first I need to watch something. I started the new DevilMan CryBaby series on Netflix, yo how come no one told me how nice this series is. My friends who watch anime and who didn’t tell me about it, ya’ll nuggas are on prohibition. Anyway after 2 episodes I decided to start work on the images, while listening Krizz Kaliko: Go and Hannibal Burress: Live from Chicago. Watched my shows, did my hair, chilled all day then just finished watched the latest Justice League Movie……it was ok, it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it was gonna be. Legit can’t deal with Ben Affleck as Batman, whose Mans is this that thought it would be a good idea to be Batman. HOW SWAY?!

Anyway the party.

So back in 2016(GRRSSSSSH that year), my actress home girl England Simpson, (Spoiler alert, I took her profile picture but we will talk about that later… no literally we will). told me about the Mad Monster Party and I was like word I wanna check it out one day.

Fast foward to February 17, 2018, she put me on the list to get in that day.

Yo I’ve never been on the list before, I felt so important in my life. I almost wanted to walk around with my meat out and swinging. Swoosh Swoosh nuggas.

Anyway.

I arrived at the Hilton and met up with her, at some point we made it down to where show floor. MAN so many people in cosplay, OMG. Like OMG. I low-keyed geeked out at some peoples outfits. Nigga, I saw Mick Foley at one of the tables, internally I was going oh shit.I’ve seen you on TV getting bruised, battered and beaten so many times and know you are right here in front of me.

Jano did you say that in front of him?

Fuck no, he would have beaten me worse than the people that have beat his ass over the years.

Anyway we walked around, and yo I’m not gonna lie my years of being a hermit gave me a bad case of hush mouth. I legit had trouble asking people for pictures. Yay for friends because England def helped me shoot my shot.

I was trying for a basketball reference, did it work.Nah ok. Moral of this part of the story I need to not let social anxiety stop me from getting photo worthy photos….best analogy I got right now, deal with it.

The show was pretty dope though. At some point her sister came and it was the three of us traversing the horror film fest grounds. We checked out the Cosplay beauty pageant and spoiler alert this girl I randomly I added on facebook a few years ago was hosting it. I was like I know that girl….not really.

Side note, I liked how many white people looked at us like what are you niggers doing here? Duh, enjoying our lives you Plumbus face diseased cunts.

Dear White People, just because you kill black people off first in horror movies doesn’t mean we won’t come to genre themed conventions. Spoiler alert we like this shit too.

Eventually we made it down to the movie premiere of Prelude: A Love Story. Spoiler Alert it was the movie England made with her sister Ingrid had produced, and which England starred in.

I liked it, there was one part which I thought was hilarious as fuck. Spoiler alert….nah I’m playing I don’t do spoilers for films especially if my friends made them. You’ll just have to wait and see.

I think thats it, to see some of the pictures I took go here on the internet.

Oh yeah one more thing.

Ya’ll listen.

If you ever find yourself in front of someone taking a picture of someone else, don’t just stand there in front of the lens. Move, as in Move Bitch Get outta the way Get outta the way bitch Get outta the way.

That stupid fucking cunt acne faced blonde ditz.

Ok that’s it, Im out.

Foreign Allure

01 Thursday Mar 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

So this is intended to be a short issue.

1. There isn’t that much to say about why I drew this 2. I gotta pick cotton in a few hours so ya know.

Anyway.

I saw Black Panther this w.end with 2 of my friends and well Wakanda Forever.

I wonder if we would have had a Wakanda if slavery never existed? Fuck Slavery,Colonialism,and greedy racist white people.

Real Shit this movie is equal to Deadpool to me, even though unlike my favorite Merc with a Mouth I had no knowledge of the Wakanda King what so ever. However my favorite character in the movie was Killmonger. I want to model my life after him, maybe if I do I’ll get me some white slaves. Reparations is goals, so is bound through oppression of my oppressors.

But Jano what about your white friends? Would we be slaves too?

Dear White People, if I know you and actually like you, you’ll be in the house with me.If not you better get ready to pick cotton like my ancestors.

Spoiler Alert, I want to wear nice high quality Bill Cosby sweaters so you better pick that good cotton.

Anyway I decided to draw a picture with the King of Wakanda with the Empress Watatsumi of the Posei Kingdom and all of the country of Azure from my story Azure Ascendance. Yay Black Love and Black Excellence.

But Jano what about Storm?

Look I like Storm and the X-Men, I do they are one of my favorite non anime properties. BUT I felt like drawing my character with T’Challa instead. Straight like that.

Anyway thats it.

To see the image check out the new gallery I made on my Behance Page here.. It will be where I put all drawings that are Bonus special occasionish, I’m calling it Bonus DLC, cute right.

Like I said this was gonna be a short issue cuz I have to be up in a few hours.

Spoiler Alert, this is the first thing I have colored in a month. NIGGA THE CATHARSIS I felt while I colored listening to Ella Mai, Sabrina Claudio, and Halsey on Spotify. While thinking that the new season of Atlanta premieres tonight. NIGGA WHAT!!!

Anyway thats it, next issue will be the Mad Monster Party images from a few weeks ago.

Ok, done now, passing the fuck out….

Now.

Nature Badge

09 Tuesday Jan 2018

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Holy fuck its fucking cold. I’ve never been so ashy in my entire life. Nigga have you ever been so cold that parts of your body are in pain. NIGGA. Thats where I am in my life right now, just colder than Chilly Willy Snowflake.

What did you think I was gonna start this off with Happy New Year? By the time I post this you prob have heard it more times than you care to. So why continue the cycle. I will tell you I am really enjoying listening to CD’s I ain’t heard in years. Right now its Toni Braxton’s Secrets and Changing Faces, All day and All Night albums. YAAAAAASSS.

Anyway it may be 2018 now but I am still stuck in the past as I continue my photographic  journey. This episode is actually the last photoshoot I did in August of the fuck boy year of 2016, but first a flashback. One day back in August 2015 though I was feeling social and decided to visit one of my homegirls. I asked if I could photograph her eldest daughter and she said yea, fast forward one year later and that brings us this episode.

Spoiler alert: She is the koolest 11 year old I know. Also side note the only 11 year old I know, I’m not out here making friends with children that will be weird as fuck.

Spoiler alert 2:  I hate kids. Real Shit I do. I bet you won’t expecting that shit. Well there are exceptions. I like my friends kids, thats it. So if you and I are friends and you have a child, I will like your child. Everyone else, Nah Bruh not at all.  The ironic part is that kids like me, why I have no fucking idea.

Anyway it took a while for this adventure to happen only because of conflicting schedules, but once it happened it was fun especially for my friends daughter. She is a member of the Girls Scouts and likes nature so she really enjoyed herself. She never modeled before in her 9 years of life (when this shoot occurred) but she really did a great job. I was such a proud uncle. *inserts joy here* I told her to tell all her friends at school she was model so they can get jealous, and they did. HA, take that children I care nothing about at all. Did I just throw shade at children, fuck yea I did.

Anyway to check out our adventure at Reedy Creek Park check them out here.

As far as the rest of my life goes, I hope that I can regain the motivation I had for my projects as I use to. It probably would help if the cotton field didn’t drain the fuck out of my soul. If this was an RPG I would use an item to regain my focus ability because right now that shit is trash on all fronts. I am currently plotting out photoshoots for the year and my sincere hope is that I deal with the fickle fuckery that I dealt with last year. I hope the souls of those who emitted that fickle fuckery die of soul AIDS, or real AIDS which ever comes first. I legit give no fucks

Spoiler alert, my mouth will probably be worse this year. This is your chance to get out now because there will be no other warning.

Anyway if you are interested in modeling for me send me an email with an image of yourself, and I’ll be in contact with you. Ummmmm I think thats it for right now, I think. If I keep going I will just start rambling how I want a new Dragon Age game to be released this year, Boruto to get interesting, The new season of The Magicians premiere this week, I need more episodes of Black Mirror,Deadpool 2 is gonna give me joy when it gets released, and I how I legit hate winter. OMFG can it be spring time already. It feels like that dragon that was possessed by the Night King in the season 7 finale of Game of Thrones is raping us all with his dead ice dragon breath. FUCK

 

Scarlet Tracks

14 Thursday Sep 2017

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Dear Friends of Jano,

Yo first and fucking foremost fuck not having my computer, OMG first world problems is a real thing. I just got it back after having to send it off to Apple land. Why? Because the mouse decided that it wanted to frag up on me out of the clear blue sky. And not just any clear blue sky, when I was watching One Piece in my anime block. SHAME, SHAME, SHAME. I promise you before I sent it off I was hearing every old school 90’s r&b song that was about missing someone. So much sadness, ya’ll just don’t understand.

Anyway.

Now that I got my existential crisis out of the way, we can go on with the next stop of Jano’s model practice journey.

So once upon a time, I was dressed as Deadpool at Charlotte Comic Con December 2013, and there was this girl dressed as Poison Ivy. We met and became friends, and she decided to help me out. Because who doesn’t want to help a cute nerd with a smart ass mouth,who looks good in spandex and who went to the same college as you.The end.

Well not really, don’t leave yet.

Ironically enough the location we shot at I initially scouted for another photoshoot that got cancelled.(Which sucked because I totally could have used the money, Fuck you 2016). Anyway the location has a dead track, well that is at least what I was hoping as I was walking it. (Getting hit by a train is not part of my life goals.) The most aggravating part about this day was

1. That as we were getting ready to leave it rained, but only for an hour.

2.When it was over I was so fucking damn sore, NIGGA. I have to be the most skinny out of shape person in life. I have to be. This is what happens when you don’t go to the gym for a while, but the money is still be drafted out of your account. Yea, I need to work on that. I promise you the entire time we watched Sailor Moon R the Movie and ate pizza I questioned if It was normal to be this sore.

At any rate some of the pictures from that sore ass day are here.

Spoiler Alert: This won’t be the last time you see her. You should check out her cosplay pages in the meantime right here.

Meanwhile while ya’ll are doing that I need to catch up on my shows (Insecure, Boruto, DragonBall Super, Rick and Morty, Ninja Turtles, One Piece, X-Men, and Fairy Tail). Like I said first world problems are a real thing especially when you are not gonna pay for cable. That shit is high as fuck for no reason. Actually, no I need to do my hair, then I’ll watch my shows.

Oh MacBook, how I’ve missed you.

Ribbit Motha Fucking Ribbit Reprieve

30 Wednesday Aug 2017

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Frog Boy

Dear Friends of Jano,

First if you caught the Black Dynamite cartoon reference in the name of this issue, then you are the real MVP. If not, eh you alright.

So initially I planned on this issue being the next project I worked in my quest to gain more experience points in working with models, but I changed my mind. A friend that I met at this sketch group that I have been going to since June 2011, asked other artist to version of his character Frog Boy. Totally wanted to add some weird Jano element to it, but since the character is a wholesome one and I try to respect my friends I didn’t. Oh but the thoughts I had for Frog Boy were oh so deviously twisted, HA. At any rate it was very nice reprieve considering the only thing I have been doing artistically was storyboarding Act 2 of my comic.

That is right, was.

I finally finished storyboarding Act 2. YAAAAASSSSSS. So now I just have to go back and confirm the line work and ink for said act then I can enter a coloring coma. Joy is coloring yo. Joy is also finishing the edits for a photo project. Now just one more to do for this summers fantasy photo project. Please don’t rain Saturday, please don’t fucking rain Saturday. Holy Fuck.

Sorry went to a dark space for a minute, but not as dark as when the Night King and his new dragon Fire Raped everyone who was at the well. Blue Magic Flames of Rape burned the fuck out Westeros vagina. Speaking of vagina, Jon Snow got all in his Aunt Dany’s Vag. Thats gonna be an awkward conversation when we get to it in 2019. Each of those last 6 episodes better be 2 hours long and savory as fuck for the wait.  When Game of Thrones actually ends chances are I will rewatch it multiple times like I have watched Dear White People (hoping season 2 will be longer in length and episode count).I just watched Logan and it wasn’t as bad the previous ones, but the entire X-Men movie franchise is fucking trash. I legit just want a new cartoon that rivals the one from the 90’s.  That’s all, or a really good Netflix series (not counting Iron Fist, OMG please be better than Iron Fist if it gets made).

Anyway.

To check out the full blown image of Frog Boy click here. And to view the official IG page of Frog Boy click here.

Next Time on JanoRyusaru.com, the model saga continues. No really, we will go back, back into time.

If you caught the BlackStreet song reference, more MVP points. If not, eh maybe next time.