Cute Today!

Today I'm hard at work on a personal project, but this little doodle happened off to the side. Eh. Awful cute. Awful.
...I'll try for barbarians battling robot muscle cars in the near future to make up for this.

Some Head Doodles

Four heads drawn very quickly, scanned as rapidly as the scanner can scan, and colored at a blistering pace.

....I seem to chicken out when it comes to aggressively distorting the female face. I will try to crank that up a notch or two the next time.

THe END.
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Covert Sketchery

Just for fun, here's a swift little scribble from a meeting at work yesterday. Yes, I was paying attention.
...Colored in P-shop this morn to make it presentable.

A Pox On January!

January 2009 has been a month of agony, illness, uncertainty, outrage, frustration, disaster and disappointment. None of these aggravations have been mortal, but January has borne a chilly moon-full of trial and torment.
.....I'm not superstitious. There are no such things as "bad" days, weeks, years, and so on. Mondays? Pfft. Friday the 13th? Please. Don't start. Claptrap, I say. Each moment we experience is an individual; an individual with the potential for a personality and character of it's own. Immediate change is possible at all times; from worry can come confidence and a moment of bliss can be thrown over by anguish as the eye blinks. Peculiar clusterings of good times and bad times are inevitable occurrences due to chance and personal momentum. No more than that.
.....But.
.....Last year, 2008, because of illness and financial stresses, January took on the shape of a ruffian and a scoundrel, bruising my health, battering my optimism, taking my lunch money.
.....January of 2009 has been a villain of similar character, so much so that in the search for answers to the unanswerable my shell-shocked brain has grasped but one common trait: The one responsible must be the miscreant, January. I begin to believe that evil blossoms in the foul winds of the old year gasping its last breath over the transom.
.....Once indifferent to such fanciful anxieties, now I cringe when I lift the cover on a new calendar. When February 1 appears I will begin the 11 month countdown to the return of the cold and club-wielding mob of days that threaten to tread 31 times upon the unblemished face of the new year.

....And, at this juncture -- pausing to check my email -- I have just discovered that my employer is enforcing a mandatory 40-hour furlough, without pay. This is a desperate measure to try to avoid layoffs, although it is no guarantee that layoffs will not follow.

....I am living in the armpit of the Newspaper Industry as the electric paddles are pressed to the corpse's chest. I really need to find a new career.
....See? January! Big jerk!

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That is why I haven't drawn much or posted anything, as I have been burdened by worry, discomfort and misfortune. I'm okay, I'm feeling good and I'm not even that bummed out, but Jeez! Wotta crappy month!

The only thing I've doodled and colored is this uninteresting and weak thing. It was a "cute" little scribble but now it is like a tiny clay sculpture I tried to pound into shape with an iron mallet. I'm not proud of it but there is nothing else.

So, here is to February, perhaps it can be a month of positive energies and purification. Last year, he was the thug henchman of January, picking up my wallet and making sure that my foe had not missed anything; but February is the tiniest and most inconsistent of months. I am not intimidated. I will try to stare him down.

The End.

Doodle

Just trying to jump start the blog again with any ol' junk.


Put up something slightly lame and embarrassing and find the motivation to move it on down the page.

The End
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Eh.

Sorry about the obnoxious color scheme. Just goofing around; trying a different style. Eh.

Two Illos

Last week I created two illustrations in spite of the relentless flow of my regular duties. I could have declined one of the assignments-- and maybe I should have-- but it's been nearly two months since I was able to draw or paint something for the paper. I fell prey to greedy optimism and I committed to them both. Two months is long time of dull map-making and chart-tweaking with no drawing for relief.
...Ahem. That is to say, charts & maps are fine and necessary and maybe even respectable duties for a newspaper graphicker-- I perform those little works of art all of the time-- but I'm passionate about drawing when I get the chance.
...I confess that each of these illustrative efforts suffers from "first idea syndrome"-- this problem can occur when I read the synopsis of the story or the topic, get an idea for an illustration, and doggedly draw that idea as it first appeared, with no refinements, no growth, no pruning. Sometimes it's not even a fully formed idea; it's the artistic equivalent of a flinch, the result of striking a rubber mallet to the kneecap of the muse.
...So, consider the picture above. The story my painting attempts to illuminate opined that there are too many college bowl games. Once, there were but a few, now every team ends up playing in a bowl game sponsored by weed-eaters, potato chips, restaurant chains, what-have-you.
...The instant I read the story's summary I thought of one of those toy-filled gumball machines full of those little plastic helmets, but in my vision those helmets had bowl logos on the side. The quiet message implied in this concept is "bowl games are plentiful and cheap and probably mostly meaningless." After more careful consideration I suppose the connection is dubious.
...Too late. I jumped into the work with requisite haste. Within two or three hours I had the machine painted, the glass effect figured out-- not to my satisfaction but close enough so that I could "fix it later"-- and I roughed in several footballs, choosing their simple shapes over what would have been a much more labor intensive depiction of little plastic helmets.
...Regular duties demanded my attention and so this fell to the wayside for several days. In spare minutes I sought out bowl logos and experimented with ways of getting them to look like they were on the surfaces of the balls (I never really figured that one out, so don't look too closely.)


The next drawing goes with a front page centerpiece about the wiles, stratagems and possible compromises of principles and dignity people are willing to suffer in order to attend Obama's inauguration. The initial creative spontaneous reactive conceptual blurt? "A crowd of hands reaching for the golden ticket..."
...Bleh. Not great.
...I started working on it, hoping that a more inspired solution would emerge. I'm still stumped. The page designer needed a size and shape a couple of days before it was due, so I quickly roughed an arrangement very similar to the final.
...As I made my way through the week, I refined the rough, redrawing a few fingers, moving the hands around, and that was about it. I wasn't able to really sink my teeth into it. If I were to do it again I wouldn't go the same route with realistically drawn hands, perhaps a more graphic treatment would seem less creepy-- as someone commented, they do look like hands reaching from the grave. Zombies for Obama. (Ooh! I'd love to do that illustration!)
...The weight of the work-week dog-piled any feeble hope I may have had for getting more quality time with these poor illustrations. After the initial push at the beginning of each, I doubt that I was able to find an hour alone with either of them until the final three hours on Friday, when I scrambled to get both of them into presentable shape.

The End

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A few character doodles

Drew these back in November, inking the super-fellow earlier this month. The guy on the left pertains to the steampunk painting I've been procrastinating on. The other two were exercises in putting off working on the steampunk painting. I spent a quiet insomnia hour (or so) coloring them.

The End.

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Art Slump

I've been in an art slump. It happens now and then. It's a bummer. I have a few things I want to work on but the job and the commute are in full swing, battering the desire to spend "free time" sitting in front of the blank page.

I doodled this the other night, and there's nothing to it. No story. Nothing else. Probably never will be.
I was just trying to jump start the engines. Didn't work. Here I sit, underneath the carport, dreaming of the open road...

The End

More Steampunkery

Long time no post! I took a brief computer hiatus in regards to drawing on the computer-- all other computer activity was at the usual high-level-- to give my wrist and shoulder a rest. Going to work and grinding out 9-10 hours on the tablet and then coming home to paint, sitting in the same pose, can bring about serious discomfort if I don't ease off now and then.

...I'm still committed to the Steampunk Legend project although I haven't done much with it. Here is a sample of the little progress I have made, and I hope so be able to show more advancement soon... although I do have a lot to do this week.
...This is a study for the design of the Black Knight. I'm not yet completely sold on the composition of the final painting so this may change drastically.

The End.

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p.s. The idea here is he's on tracks, like a train. Sure, it limits his mobility, but it increases his coolness factor. I think.