Friday, March 20, 2009
John Lee Hooker
I am going to get back into this piece and work on the background, as well as fully string the guitar. Other than that, all finished.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Humorous Illustration 2, color
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Ice to meet you.
O.K. If I am counting correctly, then I have fifteen sketch-a-days (including portraits-I already told you that was part of the cheat) and this would be sixteen. If not, then hey, counting was never my thing. Here's batman, if he were played by a piece of taffy, rather than Christian Bale. I didn't finish inking him, my micron died. :(
Monday, March 16, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Ah! Up and running!
Here we have sketches #10, 11, and 12. On Friday, I was asked to supervise a skating trip from our dorms, while at the rink, listening to the ridiculous onslaught of eight year old voices (who found it necessary to win arguments with who's voice was louder) I decided to sketch. The self portrait was done during holiday break in the mirror. Why am I counting it? Because you guys haven't seen it, therefore it is new to you. Meow.
Sketch #9
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Portraits
Monday, March 9, 2009
sketch #6
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Sketch a day #1?
Maybe, just maybe, I can squeeze one of these in a day. It would be nice... If I can I will, and if I can't, well, don't act too disappointed. This is heavily inspired by the venerable Thom Glick, if you couldn't tell. I will make a slightly serious-er one for my cowboy story (which relates directly to my painting Cowboy Carrion), but until then, the story goes thusly:
Well now here’s a story. I can’t tell you it’s an entirely true story. Heaven knows, a man can think something he even seen with his own eyes into a lie. So I’m not here telling you it’s true. But it is a story. That’s true.
Sit down there, friend, that stone’s flat enough. An’ make sure you can see my eyes. Some say they’s the windows of the soul. Me, I say they sure are pretty. An’ they tell you if’n a man is dead as well as his heart does. But I never seen a ghost floating around in there. Seeing your eyes, though, makes it easy to tell if you are listenin’. So do well to look.
Anyhow, let me start by sayin’ there ain’t no way to properly start some things. Birth don’t seem the right way to start life. It as close to death, and with more blood. And some things just don’t start. The prairie was. Is. Will be, I reckon. Grass and trees and water and those damned buzzards is gonna outlast all the gold and the people and the oil put together. Benjamin, he never had a start neither. I reckon he was just dust at some point. Dust that, one day, decided to put hisself into a shape and walk into a saloon on the far side of nowhere. But he had an end. That much he had.
Well now here’s a story. I can’t tell you it’s an entirely true story. Heaven knows, a man can think something he even seen with his own eyes into a lie. So I’m not here telling you it’s true. But it is a story. That’s true.
Sit down there, friend, that stone’s flat enough. An’ make sure you can see my eyes. Some say they’s the windows of the soul. Me, I say they sure are pretty. An’ they tell you if’n a man is dead as well as his heart does. But I never seen a ghost floating around in there. Seeing your eyes, though, makes it easy to tell if you are listenin’. So do well to look.
Anyhow, let me start by sayin’ there ain’t no way to properly start some things. Birth don’t seem the right way to start life. It as close to death, and with more blood. And some things just don’t start. The prairie was. Is. Will be, I reckon. Grass and trees and water and those damned buzzards is gonna outlast all the gold and the people and the oil put together. Benjamin, he never had a start neither. I reckon he was just dust at some point. Dust that, one day, decided to put hisself into a shape and walk into a saloon on the far side of nowhere. But he had an end. That much he had.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Humorous Illustration 2
For project two, we are supposed to make either a social or political comment. So I made this. It really annoys me that people are starting to pronounce texting acronyms. Perhaps that will be the soap box I choose to stand on when I get old and craggy. I have many years before then to find something better to be bitter about. But until that day, I comment on you, cell phone culture. This is a sketch for the final color piece.
Pirates!
Here is a painting that I dropped at the end of this summer. I will come back and finish it soon, there is simply too much done on it, and too much going well with it. I figured I would show it, and a little bit of my workplace. Can you tell how often I use myself as reference? I am not a narcissist, I swear. I just can't get people to make strange enough faces for my liking.
Landscape
Enough!!
Alright. Enough with the poetry. If'n I have to, I'll make a separate blog devoted to it. Regardless, I need pretty pictures on my blog, not endless words! My starving eyes demand it. I have been hard at work on avoiding the homework apocalypse that is CCAD senior year, but soon, very soon, I will be scanning all my hard work in to share with the world at large.
Also, just recently I have been introduced to the movie Brick. Not only was it an excellent piece of film, it brought surging back all of those warm fuzzy feelings I had for film noir. (Brick is a film noir set in a high school, very cool) So, duly inspired, I decided to begin writing one. First I will read the work of Dashiell Hammett, just to learn the ropes. Then I will be writing a chapter at a time, supplemented with sketches of characters and scenes. Major chapters and events may even get turned into paintings.
This is an exciting project for me (it's dumb as hell to start the wheels turning now, in my senior year, but so what?) and I hope to have plenty of updates soon. Anyone who regularly visits my site, please comment as much as you please, I am VERY open to critique.
Also, just recently I have been introduced to the movie Brick. Not only was it an excellent piece of film, it brought surging back all of those warm fuzzy feelings I had for film noir. (Brick is a film noir set in a high school, very cool) So, duly inspired, I decided to begin writing one. First I will read the work of Dashiell Hammett, just to learn the ropes. Then I will be writing a chapter at a time, supplemented with sketches of characters and scenes. Major chapters and events may even get turned into paintings.
This is an exciting project for me (it's dumb as hell to start the wheels turning now, in my senior year, but so what?) and I hope to have plenty of updates soon. Anyone who regularly visits my site, please comment as much as you please, I am VERY open to critique.
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