Halfway out of the dark

Hey, I'm Sam, known sometimes as Ayden other places around the web. I'm a 23-year-old animator/illustrator in wonderful Boulder, Colorado. I enjoy tea and gryphons and nerdy stuff. Yah.
evanpalmercomics:

Lazy Sunday witch flipping through some old tomes.
I think October is going to be a month of “spooky” gifs for me because I need to do more animation.

evanpalmercomics:

Lazy Sunday witch flipping through some old tomes.

I think October is going to be a month of “spooky” gifs for me because I need to do more animation.

(via gaaranteed)

happydorid:

To go along with my Tea Spirits 2015 Calendar Kickstarter I’ll be giving away some free tea!

The winner will receive their choice of one tea (2oz) from the eight listed above. Teas are from the lovely Song Tea.

Rules

  • Reblog this post to enter. 
  • Up to two reblogs per person.
  • Shipping is on me. (anywhere in the world)
  • The winner will be chosen by random Oct 17 midnight PST!

And if you’re interested in the calendar or teas check out the project here

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

This.

(via byrdiegrey)

This is something I want a print of someday.

(via aydenburd)

fevrier:

"Honey" is live! <3

Please reblog!

HOMEPAGE ONLINE, FINALLY!

ikrutt:

Ever wanted all of my projects, sketches, illusrations, walkthroughs, icons and what have you in one place and in neat little categories? Well, check this out!

Last week I broke my tablet, which is only useful as it made me get off my arse and finally finish this thing. I still need to fiddle a little with the layout and add the remainer of of a surprisingy extensive archive to the Old Art section, but it’s done, more or less.

I would love you forever if you could reblog, or just spread the word. Give me some feedback, tell me if it’s working on your platform and browser of choice. I’m on a PC using Chrome, and it looks and works pretty good for me. 

things you find in old school folders, cont&#8217;d
(character lineup for a cop/thief/detective skit we were working on)

things you find in old school folders, cont’d

(character lineup for a cop/thief/detective skit we were working on)