Same as yesterday, only with more ammo. I'm breaking in a new Hunt 106, it's an awkward stage. The nib doesn't know if you're right or left handed, what kind of paper you prefer.... all the same things that make first dates a pain. Patience!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
The Future
One from week before last, I think. I'm once again pushing my movie idea involving females in their underwear, packing big guns, fighting what ever in some kind of environment (does it really matter?), oh- and wearing gloves. Box office gold. I'm using a softer #2 pencil and it's causing me to be a little conservative in my approach. Your patience is appreciated!
Friday, November 26, 2010
The Sum of All Fears
From May of '03, apparently. My wife is appalled at the self-portraits I make, she sees them as a form of self-flagellation, or some such piffle. I don't see them as self portraits .... I'm just exploring familiar landmarks without running the risk of offending someone. An old friend of mine once drew my portrait while I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and eating out of a bag of popcorn. He made me look like Jackie Gleason, for God's sake! But I realized he wasn't trying to make a likeness, just taking pleasure in drawing textures, shapes, toe hair, etc. Then again, maybe he was just trying to piss me off.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
On Second Thought ...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Hand Study
Monday, November 22, 2010
Robut Trouble
Friday, November 19, 2010
Posture Counts
I'm planning on collecting these sketches of violin students and giving them to my son's violin teacher as a gift. I'm thoughtful that way. I'll admit I'm a little resentful of the pressure of having to do a good job when I'm sketching these, knowing they'll belong to someone else! Ironically, our teacher spends most of her time correcting bad posture, and I find the most interesting poses to draw, (naturally) demonstrate atrocious posture. I was quite pleased with the wrinkles in the clothing on the figure on the right .... how do I do it?!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Rubber-Devil Lives!
Around 03 or 04, my old Kubert School buddy, John Patterson wanted me to contribute a back-up story to a comic he was self publishing. He wanted a character named Rubber-Devil with the abilities of a Stretch Armstrong doll. A character who couldn't necessarily stretch like Plastic Man, but could be stretched by just about anything. These were his only guidelines, the rest was up to me. I had fun.
I was able to finish one story completely, another was finished to tight pencils and the last never got past lay-outs before the publisher fell through. Above is an example of a wide panel I was trying to figure out.
I was able to finish one story completely, another was finished to tight pencils and the last never got past lay-outs before the publisher fell through. Above is an example of a wide panel I was trying to figure out.
Monday, November 15, 2010
If This Be My Destiny
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Another Midori
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Suzuki Wunderkind
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Last of the "Fun" Wars
Monday, November 8, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Glenn, patron saint of hangovers
In the early 90's, when we lived in Chicago, a friend of ours bar tended at a Scottish pub on Clark street close to Diversey. It became like a second home. I developed a deep love of bitters and stouts, and a fearful respect of single malt scotch. My wife would call the pub first if she didn't know where I was.
Eventually our bartender friend decided to move back to Missouri, so our small group of friends had a final hurrah at the pub on his last night on duty. It was a blur of excessive drinking. I drank way past the point where I was mindful of the consequences.
Then a miracle happened- I awoke the next morning fine! In fact, I helped our friend load up his truck and I was in a pretty good mood! How could this be? I should've been hospitalized! The only reasonable explanation, of course, is that some supernatural force intervened.
I wish I knew what prompts his appearance, as I've been saved precious few times since!
Eventually our bartender friend decided to move back to Missouri, so our small group of friends had a final hurrah at the pub on his last night on duty. It was a blur of excessive drinking. I drank way past the point where I was mindful of the consequences.
Then a miracle happened- I awoke the next morning fine! In fact, I helped our friend load up his truck and I was in a pretty good mood! How could this be? I should've been hospitalized! The only reasonable explanation, of course, is that some supernatural force intervened.
I wish I knew what prompts his appearance, as I've been saved precious few times since!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Queazy Piano
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