Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Little Water Goblin

So, I've been reading lists of mythical monsters (for some reason) and this little guy front and center was my favorite.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Old Staple


I have to admit that I used to have a huge, blushing-kid-in-the-corner crush on Esmerelda, but to be fair, I think every 6 year old boy did.  I mean, come on!  She shakes a tambourine and appears suddenly dancing out of a smoke explosion.  What defenses did we have?

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Monday, September 23, 2013

Goodbye, Ice Cream Truck Man

Arizona seems to be exiting the oven at the moment.  We've dropped about 15 degrees in the last week, which means we unfortunately have to say goodbye to the traveling ice cream truck man for a few months.
So here's to you, valiant soft-serve guy, appearing at parks and strange abandoned alleys at all the perfect times.  Here's to you and your pied-piper music blaring out of that mounted megaphone, beckoning us to ninja turtle ice creams, candy cigarettes, and your truck's wide array of sun-faded sticker menus.

Cabbie in Dublin

My brother in-law was sent to Dublin, Ireland by his company, and the minute he got there, a very Irish cabbie drove him around pointing out parks and such he should visit.  This is the cabbie I saw.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The Computer is Brokey Broke

If anyone has been wondering why I have skipped several days without posting, it is because the trackpad on my laptop has been malfunctioning.  By malfunctioning, I mean it went completely crazy.

Incidentally, for the past few months I have progressively noticed pain in one of my shoulders (also something malfunctioning), just happily growing and growing much like a pig eating its way through a dump.  This puzzled me.  I have never been prone to disintegrating body parts/ random bouts of disconnected limbs.  However, today as I lifted my son in his car seat, I noticed that very same pain whose cause I have been hunting down.  Go figure, it is because I have been using the same arm to lift his car seat every single time.  Over the course of a year, that seems to be a problem.  So I guess that is a no-no....

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Come talking that trash and we'll pull your card.

Today we learned a lesson, and by we I mean my son.  He has the fond habit, an uncanny sense, to insert himself behind doors just as they are about to open.  (Curse you, shiny, interesting hinges.)

Usually one of us snatches him up just before disaster can occur, but alas tonight was not the case.  A man barreled through the door my son was inspecting for flaws and splayed him out similar to a rotisserie chicken tossed on the ground.  Bless the little boy's soul he didn't shed a tear.  Conveniently he has a bruise shaped like the Virgin Mary that we immediately took a mold of and sold on eBay for a tidy profit.  It was a nice evening.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Lob a French Fry in There

Character design in pencil.

This morning my son was up a little early, so we sat by the couch on the floor and munched some apples together.  He ended up spitting out his slice and told me in baby language that the apple was poisoned.  Alas, I speak adult.  So I ate both my apple and his slice, thus condemning myself to a horrible day of food poisoning.  (Disclaimer: I do wash my produce.)

It was terrible.

In honor of my amazing day with the toilet, I decided to pick out a disney villain to do a bunch of character studies on, but I did not pick poisoned-apple-lady (a bit of humbug in my soul perhaps).  Instead, I selected Ursula, because her name is really fun.  This was my favorite sketch.  Enjoy.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away all that is not gold. -Leo Tolstoy

It rained tonight, big drops, and I really enjoy the rain.  When I was younger, it felt like my link to the real world, out of the hecticocity of adolescence, people, and expectations.  I used to sit on the porch and play the F-Stop Blues by Jack Johnson and smell the creosote soaking up the moisture.  (Delicious!)

I would do it still, but Eunice, the 200 pound black widow we fondly keep as a pet on the back porch would get me.  We tried a fly swatter on her today, to no avail.  I guess our experiment tossing slabs of meat out to her was a success, because now she demands them as tribute.

The Boy is Destructo...

(I shot for simple lines and pleasing shapes here, trying to accomplish a statement with both expression and figure.)

Down to real business. Last night our son had spaghetti and corn for dinner. He enjoyed both and smiled widely as he chomped and then was bathed, powdered and diapered for bed. All the while, we, his slow-witted parents, stomped around and readied said boy's room for sleep, and then ourselves, unaware of the atrocities ahead.

When the morning light broke through our horizontal shades, we all rubbed our eyes and smiled, our son included. However, when we went into his room, we found that he had attempted to paint the Mona Lisa across his crib bedding with what was formerly dinner. His diaper hunched discarded in the corner, both proud and ashamed of itself, having finally accomplished the nefarious deed it has so long plotted for....

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Just attach a snowblower to my sinuses already

Oh, it's late and all of my fun-brain-cells have either slumped into a corner somewhere to nurse their wounds or they've burnt out entirely.  (Since when did 11pm become late?)  For our date tonight, my wife and I watched Epic, a fun little flick.  I especially liked the vegetation-inspired growthomorphs of the little woodsy people.  However, the leafmen were unfortunately regular.  Anyway this was my little tribute to Epic.

Monday, August 26, 2013

"Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit." Max Ehrmann?

My favorite parts of these sketches are the expressions, and the fact that almost everyone is looking the same direction (by accident).  I added in the husky flirtatious dimwit at the top to break it up.

Friday, August 23, 2013

You Dare Pollute the Shades of Pemberly?

The hobgoblin was charming, I especially like the little fat rolls he has instead of a chin.  Sir Miggles is having a little bit of trouble with the curvy tentacle monster who seems very happy to see him.  Apparently, he packed his toothbrush instead of his sword.

I think as I go forward, I am going to try and flesh out more emotion in their expressions and shoot for more tension in the bodies.  Hobby is crouched but you don't get the sensation of hopping I would like.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

She Thrums... Like a Wood-chipper

I wanted to focus on framing realistic human features into my cartoony illustrations, and I think these images came together fairly well, with the exception of the soldier at the bottom (but I love how close you get to him without intruding on his features!).