A short story I wrote

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I wrote a holiday short story to inspire the miser in all of us. Read, share, laugh, reflect.

     A lonely old man looked out his dusty, dingy window, high above the city streets below in his decrepit apartment. He was wearing a tank top and boxers that look like he lived in them. He heard the sounds of bustling activity in the city and it annoyed him, no it bothered him; better yet, it was driving him mad. It was the sounds of a mad world, a sad world, a world he no longer cared to participate in. He snuffed out his half smoked cigarette in a stained, frayed plaid beanbag ashtray that was piled precariously high with cigarette butts. He slowly stood up, holding his sore back with one hand as he rose from his, creaky chair, bones creaking even louder and popping as he moved. He slammed shut the window in an attempt to deaden the sounds from the world below. He sauntered over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a dirty, chipped coffee mug from a sink overflowing with dirty, filthy dishes. A hungry cat, rib cage exposed with malnutrition, rubbed against his leg begging for a scrap of food, he tossed it a toasted crust from a dirty plate in the sink and walked back to his one window view high above the world, but not above it's problems. Sirens drifted up from the streets below filling the air with their wail of misery and death. He looked around and found an unused extension cord dangling from the water sprinklers in his rent-controlled apartment. One last glance out to the polluted world below and his resolution set in. It was time. He slowly wrote a note to no one in particular that said simply "Why go on. No one cares."

 

     He stood up on top of his lonely, creaky chair, neck in a makeshift extension cord noose, about to end the misery called life. As he closes his eyes and takes one foot off the chair, trying to kick out his last footing in this world when a trumpet wailed from next door, soon joined by crashing cymbals and a trombone. The brats next door were playing their hem-has and doowhickies. Celebrating their poverty stricken existence with singsong and merriment. Nothing some toilet paper couldn't solve. He unfastened the noose, and rolled up tissue paper that he shoved into his ear, drowning out the happy sounds of child's play that were drifting into his window.

 

     Happy that he was deaf to the joyous melodies next door, he took a foot upon his chair once more, resolved to do it quickly this time, before distractions could present themselves, he tightens the cord, ready to jump. He opened his eyes one last time to see a small bird flutter gracefully and settle on his window sill to chirp a sweet bird song before cocking his head to one side as if it was staring deep into his soul with it's beady eyes of judgment. The old man paused and stared back at the bird that seemed to mock his despair. Chirping as if to  say, “WTF?” Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp . "Fuck you bird" he screamed as he slipped off the noose with one hand, and flipped off the bird with the other, spittle flying from his cracked lips. He exhaled and stepped down, spared from his execution once more.

 

 

     A handkerchief nearby fluttered in the wind catching his eye. He darted over and grabbed it, fastening it around his eyes tightly so he could see no more. Now he was deaf and blind to the joys of the world. He fumbled back to the chair awaiting him to mount it once more. Once more and with more conviction he stepped up onto the wobbly, creaky chair ready to end the misery as quickly as he could. In his haste, he lost his balance and collapsed upon the chair blinded by his own binding. He slowly lifted up the handkerchief and sat up taking in his situation; the extension cord swinging above him, teasing to end his life. With his last ounce of strength, and all the determination and conviction he could muster, he shoved aside everything he could reach. He slammed the window shut and drew the blinds closed. He barred the door, climbed the chair and fastened the rope around his neck. He was ready. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath... of sweetness. Sweetness? It was so sweet and as he sniffed he licked his lips and tasted the air, it tasted even better than the aroma. It tasted like, memories of a joyful youth, of sweet summer evenings and freshly picked apples baked to perfection.


     He couldn't wrap his lips around the taste and it drew him down off his chair and slowly he lifted the blindfold off, drawn to the window and the source of the sweet aroma like a moth to a brightly lit candle flame. He threw his head out the window, nose first inhaling every wisp of the scent. On the ledge next door, cooling in the autumn breeze, was a freshly baked apple pie glowing in its golden crisped perfection. The man blinked, and blinked again, smelling the apple pie and smiling at the flash flood of memories it thrust upon him. Slowly he removed the tissue from his ears taking in the cacophony of the city that just moments ago had nearly been the death of him. He looked around blinking, realizing for once the beauty of the flowers gracing the nearby windowsills, the wind wafting the fragrance of the flowers. He drew a deep breath and smiled. He heard the sounds of the city drifting upwards toward his apartment window, but this time instead of annoyance and grief, he heard them as sounds of laughter and happiness, he heard the sounds of a happy, joyful world, and he smiled.

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Happy Halloween!

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Happy Halloween!


Poker Chips and Salsa.


Señor Huesos is is mix of Spaghetti Westerns and El Diá De Los Muertos in what I call a Spaghetti-O Western. Featuring some of the finest puppetry and animation to ever grace the silver screen, Señor Huesos will have you running to hide your salsa.

Christmas animation. Enjoy!

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This is a work in progress of a holiday animation I'm working on.



Create. Just because.

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     I'm an artist. Not because it's hip or cool, or I set out to be one, I just am by default. By birth. It's a double edged sword, and as I often say. a curse... You're an artist too. We all are. If you give a human a paintbrush and some paint it's going to be interesting. In todays world the illusion is gone. The suspension and disbelief has vanished. We all know it's smoke and mirrors and computers, that we can use. Everyone is photographer. Everyone is filmmaker. Everyone is a writer everyday of our lives. We share more knowledge now on a daily basis than we did in an entire year just years ago. Anything you want to do, you can. Paint, write a song, make a movie, write a poem, draw, sculpt, animate, knit, quilt, the tools have been tested and mass produced for easy consumption. The tools of creativity are being consumed on greater numbers than ever before in the existence of the humane race. Don't take for granted that what we can do today, could not be done a decade ago. So do it. Do what you always told yourself you couldn't. Because that's the only reason you haven't. I couldn't draw 2 years ago, at least that's what I told myself.


     The hardest part of starting, is starting. I share my creations here in hopes that I may inspire all who stumble here looking for inspiration.

JR

Poplock Holmes is now on iTunes

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You can now purchase the single "Pass the Tea" on iTunes and directly support fine independent music. Your generous support will help get more dandy fresh tracks recorded. Please spread the word.



Shuttle Endeavor lands at Edwards Air Base

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The rare jumbo jet and shuttle mating caught here in the Mojave Desert with a nearby voyeur. 


     I took this picture as the Endeavor (End of an era) was landing earlier today. The iconic imagery of the Joshua tree, the purple mountains and the atomic age radio station all make for a timeless photograph. Please feel free to share this once in lifetime moment.

One of my Commercials...

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     This is a fun spot that I Wrote and Directed featuring Billy The Bully, a character I designed.


New Characters

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    These are 3 little guys I created recently with watercolor and paint pen on board.


Not sure what I'm going to do with them yet, stay tuned and feel free to comment below!

Jerrold Products

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     The Smidgen Stick is the result of my second project launch on Kickstarter. You can buy one on Amazon, which I highly encourage you to do! BUY NOW! or visit the website at http://smidgenstick.com/
Don't forget Smidgenstick.com

Robots and Bookmarks.

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Take a moment and back this robot themed bookmark project on Kicktsarter. You 3 bookmarks for just $5! http://kck.st/MiI7c0


What the hell do I do?

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When you're all Jack of all trades it's hard to market your skillsets. Luckily the integrity I bring to set keeps the phone ringing. I love to shoot, I love interacting with talent or documentary subjects and translating their worlds through the lens to tell a great story. There isn't anything I won't shoot (except weddings and Porn) but puppets are my favorite. Since there are a limited amount of puppet productions you'll find me shooting Docu Soap, Commercials, Industrials and whatever calls that day. I'm happy when I have a camera in my hand, but that's not where it ends. Click the links to explore.

     I do a little bit of everything but I work mainly as a Director of Photography for Television


I Write and Direct, recently putting my first feature film in the can.


  I paint, my first gallery show is 7/12/12 at the Spring St. Arcade in DTLA.


  I photograph... everything. Still life to Portrait and fine art. 


I make music, most recently Gentleman Hip-Hop more commonly known as Chap-Hop.



If you want to tap into my creativity I am available for commissions, don't hesitate to contact me.


Life is Art. Celebrate it by living it to it's fullest.

New Poplock Holmes track

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     I cranked out a new track for my Poplock Homes character. A twist of Steam punk, hip hop, and good old fashioned gentleman rhymes, Chap Hop is a cool, underground music scene based mainly in the UK. Poplock Holmes is the ONLY US resident in the Chap Hop scene. Take a listen and pass it on - Poplock Holmes - T2

Circuit Bent sounds

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     I like to circuit bend old toys and run them through a looper to create dance music, this is a track I did recently. - 



Food Trucking TV show.

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     A created the super coolest show on earth about Food Trucks back in late 2009. We pitched it around and of course a network we pitched to came out with a show featuring our talent and graphics looking suspiciously like ours about 8 months later. I'm not bitter, but we were first on the scene mofo's!

Bot Art - Max Gigarams

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Painted on found plywood 3 X 4 feet, this was the first in a series of 3 characters. I paint 18" X 18" versions of these bots to sell at art walk in Downtown LA.