Showing posts with label Comix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comix. Show all posts

11.30.2010

32: the ghost is all talk


Most of these lately were made on hour 12 or 13 of a 16-hour night shift. I'd spent most of that time watching one person sleep. They were a 1:1 observation, which means that as soon as the meds wore off, they woke up, and the cobwebs cleared, their to-do list looked like this:
1. Kill

6.04.2008

#25: Pokemon Ash Meets Evil Dead Ash Versus Bunny, or Garrett Can't Draw People.























I drew this warbly Ash-mash-up, my friend Seth Williams drew the bunny. This is at least five years old. I haven't made a serious attempt at drawing a human being in all the years hence, because I realized that I was proud of this one. You think about that. I was proud...of that.

Omar once said that I have an very good eye for detail, but absolutely no sense of perspective or artistic ability. I'm working on those things, but for now I'll just be happy with my eye for detail.

6.02.2008

#24: Cat Strapped to an Anvil, Falling on a Porcupine


























More about capturing a mood than a moment, clearly my art speaks for itself.

5.26.2008

#23: The Headache
























This isn't the Bowl of Face, who should show up later. This is just a guy with a headache.

5.19.2008

#22

























This was my take on evolution for a Biology II class. This isn't any statement on evolution itself, but rather a representation of how it might look in my own little world.

5.12.2008

#19
























Click to enlarge for easier reading-times!

5.09.2008

#18
























No idea what this is about. I was sitting in class next to a friend of mine who's a devout Catholic and we frequently trade barbs about each others' denomination, often getting into shouting matches solely to watch the reactions of people around us. But this doesn't really seem like an insult to me. It's really just kinda...bizarre.

4.28.2008

#15 Ultimate Battle

















Part of this project is about me trying to force myself to generate new output, and part of it is about me trying to put out things I've had laying around for awhile. Those two goals are sort of at odds with each other. I was fascinated with fetuses for awhile, particularly with how cute they were and how much they look like shrimp. I have a lot of pictures floating around of fetuses dressed as gangsters, plumbers, royalty, pimps, Wild-West sheriffs, Zorro, martial-arts masters, etc. I'm not sure if they'll show up here or not; I'm not as fascinated as I used to be, but who knows...

4.23.2008

#13: Robot Car
























Well, I have an illustrated narrative class that I need to show progress in, so I'm going to update more frequently in the next couple of weeks to make up for being out of town last week and for my pitiful showing in March. That may mean more old material, including Mr. Robot Guy, especially since I have a hard time taking this seriously when other things like schoolwork intrude. Why do I do that? Because I like this, that's why. Which means that it can't be as important, right?