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!).