I am Dante Orpilla, a self-taught idiot currently living in a state of perpetual hustle. This is my Tumblr. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing.
Quick sketching this beautifully odd corner of the world I’ve found myself wandering, while stuffing fresh Crab rolls in my fat face. The place is alive with people that hustle and bustle with an energy that reminds me of the Oregon bees that used to dance carelessly across federal land for no other reason than to play in the sun, a warmth they hadn’t felt in what seemed like years. I remember that feeling. Where everything is beautiful, only because it’s no longer in the dark. So beautiful that even the young lady with the rows of punctures along her left arm stops for a second, closes the pale skin of her eyelids around her blank stare, takes a deep breath and fills her lungs with an air born of the ocean, a faint hint of good weed, and yes… sunlight. For a split second you catch half a smile, and in that split second that tar is powerless. I remember that feeling. I remember it well. #sketchbook #emeraldCity #AdventuresDownYellowBrickRoads (at Pike Place Market)
En Route to #Seattle with my busted ass pen. I’ll be out there drinking coffee and being #emo and lecturing at The Art Institute about making messes and shitty design practices and falling in love with aliens and blowing milk bubbles and the perfect technique for picking dirt out of your fingernails with attorney’s business cards, until Wed. If you’re around come hang out. Seating is limited. (And no, the irony of me being invited to come and speak at this institution is not lost on me) #underdogUp #spaceNeedle #needleSplit #ironic #alanisMorissplit #airportDoodles (at Bob Hope Airport (BUR))