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December 2, 2009
PixelCake
Miss LeScum has an interesting style that I dig. I suppose I’m not big enough to be seen as any sort of online art connoisseur, but I feel obligated to mention her. Check out her stuff; you can find her site, here.
November 15, 2009
October 24, 2009
September 27, 2009
The Adventures of…
Joss Whedon and J.J. Abrams, comin' atcha!
Season 1:
Joss N’ JJ’s Excellent Adventure
Joss N’ JJ Go To the Moon
Joss N’ JJ Meet Frankenstein
Joss N’ JJ Cure Cancer
Joss N’ JJ Have A Baby
Joss N’ JJ: The Swimsuit Special
Joss N’ JJ Meet the President
Joss N’ JJ Find the Plot
Joss N’ JJ and the Dynamic Duo Kill Jeff Loeb
Joss N’ JJ Start a Band
Joss N’ JJ: The Musical
Joss N’ JJ Meet the Harlem Globetrotters
Joss N’ JJ, Awesome Show It’s Canceled!
What further adventures can we look forward to?
It’s just a momentary gag, yeah, but it’d be fun to see if anybody can some up with some real stories to go along with the idea of a buddie-time-cop series that throws references to these guys’ shows.
I’ve just seen the first episode of the second season of Dollhouse. I’m not too fond of it, but I know that these shows follow a pattern. As soon as the “ordinary circumstances” are drawn in the dirt, we can fully enjoy the thrill of it all being thrown off balance, which was every episode of the first season. Awesome. It has its terrible moments, like the pointless memory-disease episode that only served to give a little backstory to Caroline, who is not a character I sympathize with or enjoy watching, and the plot twists involving Paul’s neighbor/girlfriend was such a trivial thing for a character I passionately hate, but it’s all cool. The Alpha and Omega thing was the perfect apology for such painful moments.
I was almost hoping that it might get canceled, just so I could see a movie-length continuation of the thirteenth episode.
September 20, 2009
September 12, 2009
It’s finally up, Alex.
I edited a video, made up of recordings from Caitlin’s camera, together about the long search for Captain’s Comics. Follow the URL:
http://my.spill.com/video/the-hectic-misadventures-of
It looks poor quality, because I can’t compress the original video. (I know absolute shit about all of this editing stuff, but I love doing it.)
Let me know what you think – content, story, editing, script, characters, actors, score, special effects, advertising – what can I improve for future features?
September 7, 2009
September 5, 2009
Looking at a Painting
I remember that the summer sun was as filthy and overexposed as the Woodstock documentary footage. Grit in the air snagged on my hairs and fell to my scalp, and in caught in the sweat of the joints in my hand. The sweat on my head layered over dry, sticky sheets of itself, and captured the slightest gust. The heat in my arms and chest from thrashing at the grass. The pain in my heart from moving too fast in the heat. Brush and can in both hands, I worked to see what waited me on the other end of the paper’s transformation. I looked forward to seeing a masterpiece form before my eyes, and found that I’d been fighting the heat and the pain to cover a piece of paper in blue latex. A sheet of light aqua-blue latex.
August 29, 2009
August 24, 2009
I deleted my Blogger account, so it’s just me and WordPress.com…
finished lines for Batman and Catwoman
August 23, 2009
August 15, 2009
August 10, 2009
Planters
I put these down, today. I'll get around to giving MF Doom some black and color. I might have to shorten his neck, it looks too long, here, and the hand needs to cover the opening for his mouth, like in the reference I used. I try to stay true to the photographer's work as much as possible.
Guess what. Guess, damn it! You fucker, I said “guess”, so guess you piece o’ shit!
Now that you have, I gotta say, that was pretty stupid. You were nowhere near–
No, I was gonna say “Guess what. Fuck spellcheck!” but I sort’f hammed up the beginning. Whatever. I hate that phrase, “ham up”, by the way, and also “by the way”, so why the fuck do I use them?
I finally cracked open the first volume of Scott Pilgrim, by Brian Lee O’Malley, and I absolutely love it. (The art sort of reminded me of Octopus Pie, but with a little more of a Japanese influence, like most Canadian Artists I’ve found, and humor that I can relate to easier, like most Canadian writers I’ve found.) I’m two volumes from catching up, now, and I’m looking forward to a lot of cool shit, with this new branch of entertainment opened up to me: the future hi jinx of the Canadian freeloader, the possibility of an origin for Ramona, video game related humor that doesn’t copy-paste all of the popular Newgrounds jokes like most people do, and speaking of video games… the game based on the comic itself! Awesome?
Yes.
I think I’ll be fine, this school year. When I head back in, I won’t be detained by reeling emotions surrounding a person who isn’t there anymore, and I won’t be as troubled with other girls, because I think it’s safe to say that my mainstream status at school has diluted over the coarse of the summer vacation. Yes, I’ll be a free man, so to speak, and I’ve been personally assured by a teacher I had in middle school that I’ll be entering two classes she’s teaching for some advanced version of what we so curiously call “social studies”. I hope I remembered correctly, and I also hope that I can enjoy it as much as my previous class covering that tier of education. Meuse was pretty cool, and he actually wanted to teach, instead of repeat, the great thing about all history teachers I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.
Also looking forward to art class. I know people who have problems with Traeger, but they aren’t my problems, and I can only hope for exposure to the most unrelenting of instructors in this field. It’ll probably turn out to be the only thing to fuel me creatively in times of doubt, when before, I had to wait until my hands started grabbing shit and moving on their own. Jeez, sometimes when an idea comes up, it’s down so fast I’ll wonder if I ever did it myself, and sometimes I feel like the idea’s walking over to me, late, because I forgot to pick it up at the airport. I can’t drive!
Nor do I look forward to it.
Was that a pun? Oh, Wally, and a poor one at that! I'll just have to imagine giving him quite a thrashing, like Superman did to Lois, back in the day. I love that writters for comics just had Superman clock guys whenever they thought it'd shock little kids. His shot at Ronald Reagan was priceless. I've been educated on these matters by a site called Superdickery, in case you thought I actually read through terrible Bronze Age comics.
Oh! I forgot that I found some of Wally Wood’s erotic comics. I found Malice in Blunderland to be the most entertaining rendition of Lewis Carol’s story I’ve seen or read so far, despite the appalling inclusion of rape, the sloppy layouts and suffered writing, the love for the book that I know most of my friends have, and how captivating the Russian experimental Alice (found on Netflix) was.
Wait, wait, there’s more space, right here, that I feel the need to fill up.
About the title of this post: I can’t always come up with a clever title, or enough distaste to even care to come up with something suitable. All entries are dated (twelves hours late) and I’d hate to have too many posts without titles, so every now and then I may type in something that has nothing to do with anything.
July 27, 2009
July 25, 2009
July 24, 2009
This one of Spider’s as close to finished as it’ll ever get.
If I quote him, I'm an ass. If I don't, I'm a poser. If I tell you to go fuck yourself, I think I'd be justified.
A picture of Thompson I’ll never finish…
From one of the few good photographs found on the internet.
Playing with Faces: Last Summer and This
Pay no attention to the diagram you don't understand.
Some practice on youth.
Trying to find my place in crosshatch. The broad strokes are easy, representative, and NOT vague.
The lines are too broad. They ruin the delicate features of the subject.
July 22, 2009
Do humans find beauty in humanity, anymore?
I am a student and an artist, so I am expected to have many traditionally idealistic views on matters of the aesthetic, so the poetic moment that all of my friends and acquaintances expect of me every now and then emerges, but do they see the sincerity behind the words?
Photojournalists line the internet, helping to fuel the capitalist machine with images that sell, with men and women removed from their natural divinity (I find very little more appallingly disgusting than separating that which I naturally find attractive as a human from that which I love unconditionally as a human, and women, god damn it, are more than fuck orifices) and, with the help of modern technology, turned into monstrosities. I must admit, some breathtaking artwork can be accomplished when celebrating and uniting (for example) a woman’s visual beauty and elements of what we consider ornate or elegant to make a statement or to entertain, and is well in such for the aesthetic, but to use it as a tool to convey what constitutes “beauty” is human negligence to the self and the race as a whole.
These people who try to portray the beauty in some subjects have women wearing suggestive clothing, which is neither fully offensive nor complimentary to the individual, hiding their faces in thick creams and goos and dusts that are meant to reshape the structure of the subject’s face to photographer’s liking. I haven’t gone very far in my journeys with photography, I’m not a fan of art for the sake of sale alone, I have never modeled to portray an idea outside of my own, and I’m not much of a performer of any scripted material than that within my own mind, but I can’t help but think that there is something perverse in the nature of those who use photography and alter humanity’s appearance solely for his or her [the photographer's] own expression, if it is truly his or her own expression being relayed by such imagery.
I don’t think I’m being clear. I focus on women, of course, because I am a male who is attracted to females, and I tend to set my attention to what grabs it most often. A woman is beautiful, and can use makeup and set amongst an atmosphere that captures such beauty without the integrity of it being damaged. A woman is not beautiful with a black stripe dragged across her face, hiding the perfectly sculpted brow, nose, and eyeline. Her hair grows and falls naturally from her head, but why should it be plumed like a shrub to decorate an already desecrated face? This is not my branch of art, and being fair, I’m probably being far too critical, but when am I expected to draw the line for myself as to what must be acceptable?
The nose is a wonderful physical trait. Why do cats with Photoshop blur it the fuck out of existence? Truthfully, all of this frustration comes from having gone through a few pictures of my favorite actresses’ photographs for practice-sketching material, and having come across Jennifer Connolly represented in such hideous ways, as of late. They are to compliment the photographer’s attempt to be chic, when the awe-striking figure from my childhood is graffiti-ed by eurotrash art movements that dehumanize our sense of art and respect.
I still need to take on regular practice.
I'm not worried about over-simplifying the shades and shapes of the model's hair, which I should try to work on in the future, but I am worried about whether I nailed the proportions. I found myself redrawing the same lines and circles in different places fifteen times before ignoring them all to get this product. I'm also, apparently, not confident enough to take on cloth, which may look pretty cool in my experimentation with angles and lines. Whatever.
July 18, 2009
July 3, 2009
June 18, 2009
June 10, 2009
June 9, 2009
June 5, 2009
Ah, shit!
Fuck my memory! I have been such a fucking idiot! I walk around, talking about shit, casually, and nobody even thinks of correcting me when I’m FUCKING WRONG! What the fuck?
May 5, 2009
April 20, 2009
By the way…
Stop searching for it, you loathesome metahuman filth! “How to draw the Watchmen characters” exists in the form of being an artist and drawing the fucking characters, not being told by an artist how to make a line-by-line reinterpretation of the characters! You want to feel the joy of finishing a piece of art, TAKE THE TIME AND FACE THE SHIT THAT THE REST OF US HAVE TO! By next week, if “how to draw the Watchmen” is still in my list of “top search” whatever-the-fucks, I’m going to rip off your heads and shit down your necks!
April 11, 2009
March 28, 2009
March 27, 2009
March 9, 2009
Necronomiconfusion
Just finished reading the four-part comic rendition of Lovecraft’s book. It was fairly entertaining, perhaps more so than the book would’ve been.
Nothing spectacular about the story, other than the absolute reliance on generally well known multi-cultural reference. The art was spectacular, and it impresses me even more knowing how vague Lovecraft was on describing that which no sane mortal being could bear complete witness to, and how baffled his characters were when attempting to explain the supernatural elements of his stories. Damn good comic, actually.
I have issued my request for challenges. My friends are expected to provide a list of portraits that they will expect of me. I think a lot of good will come of this. My first challenge was for a portrait of an online friend, whose complete face I have seen only one grainy picture of. This should be fun.
March 6, 2009
March 5, 2009
February 8, 2009
Thank You
I forget
The days I’d seen go by,
And what they meant to me,
The words you give me now,
As I’d heard them the first time.
I forget
What it was like
And how simple things had been
Before the child they’d always praised
Became the very things they’d hated,
The things within themselves,
That they thought were dead,
And tried to kill in me.
You don’t know
What it means to me,
What you’ve done,
Knowing someone cares,
And giving me something
That I will never,
Ever
Forget.
Possible Poetry Entry #3: paper_masks.txt (this is the title)
Morning’s paper mask,
Worn at ev-er-y hour,
Can never wear thin.
The face is not one,
And the others see real skin,
For(e) them is a lie.
I grow very tired,
As ev’ry night fades to mo(u)rn,
I add another.
February 2, 2009
February 1, 2009
January 28, 2009
January 21, 2009
January 20, 2009
January 16, 2009
January 15, 2009
January 11, 2009
January 8, 2009
January 3, 2009
January 1, 2009
December 31, 2008
December 26, 2008
I’m back, bitches!
FIRST UP:
NIRVANA JUICE: Valley of the Bean
NIRVANA JUICE: Nausea Closeup
Okay. That’s out of the way.
I know that I’m late posting my thoughts on the following movies, but bear with me. Just saw ZACK AND MIRI, TROPIC THUNDER, BURN AFTER READING, PINEAPPLE EXPRESS, and DARK KNIGHT (for the second time…)
Recovering from a lack of exposure to the past season’s best (outside of the comic character movies which, we all knew, I did not miss,) and it’s only now that I realize that so many people have been craving good material to flock to theatres for that they’ve invented a new type of theatre hype: stress-induced-illusion. The comedies were funny. That’s it. Just fun to watch. The only busted barriers were done in by BURN AFTER READING.
Malkovich axed that mother fucker in broad daylight! Goddamn!
Serious movies like DARK KNIGHT may have been incredible (a miracle after witnessing the release of the “parody” movie franchise…) but are people so despirate for comedy-tragedy equilibrium that they’ll make a stoner flick filmed with the buddy-cop formula sound like the funniest thing since James Earl Jones reading the alphabet? Check it out, that shit is hilarious. PINEAPPLE EXPRESS: good for a chuckle.
ZACK AND MIRI shows me that Smith still has a few under his belt and WHAT Jay has under his. I laughed, and I didn’t need a smoking mime. Maybe people will lighten up on we View Askewniverse fans.
TROPIC THUNDER was also funny, but not what most people made it out to be. Yeah, Bobby did a great job, and so did Tom, but you know, it’s a flick for kicks. Why talk up something that really doesn’t need the hype to stay afloat for what it’s worth?
Also saw WALL-E not too long ago. It’s great. I have not said this about any Pixar movie before, because honestly, people see that their stuff is animated and forget to criticize things that Dreamworks is constantly hassled for. At least Pixar doesn’t make Family Guy-ish reference jokes to popular culture.
WALL-E was purely entertaining, and I think that it has a lot to do with the fact that the main characters didn’t speak more than two words each.
September 27, 2008
CARBONMADE
Started a somewhat professional-looking portfolio for free on Carbonmade. You can follow the link from the list of my places to the right.
September 23, 2008
September 22, 2008
September 21, 2008
September 20, 2008
Getting There
To the advice of a dear friend, I have begun researching artistic guides written by renowned professionals.
http://placidchaos.com/AM/index.php/2006/02/21/andrew_loomis
has proven to be an amazing source of free Loomis pdf files.
I intend to make use of his guides
Figure Drawing for All Its Worth,
Drawing the Head and Hands,
Successful Drawing,
and Creative Illustration…
I’ve already purchased and begun reading How To Make Comics by Scott McCloud,
Gleefully listened to John and Stan tell me How To Draw the Marvel Way,
And I’m still waiting, as I type, for the pdf of Anatomy for the Artist by Sarah Simblet to finish downloading. I’ve yet to look into Burne Hogarth as suggested, but I will soon.
Also, I’ll be heading off to my second and last free art class held by the new anime store.
Instructor: Larissa Ketterer of Manic Repressive… awesome.
September 14, 2008
September 13, 2008
September 12, 2008
Twelve Haikus
The long haired man
Walks forth, dipping and bobbing
To his own rhythm.
Nobody sees it,
None understand the music.
There is only he.
So few can hear them;
Hammers ring a melody
Just for the landscape.
Sight is his alone,
Wandering through the forest
Of shattered mirrors.
-
Glassy fragments stand
Erect upon the stone ground
And fragment the clouds.
Their true form is seen
As the day makes way for night;
Beautiful from dawn,
The great illusion
Reveals the horrible truth
Of the dragon’s teeth.
As youthful light fades,
So fades the tolerance of
High expectations.
-
Sky, once blue, is red
With the spraying, foaming blood
From the mother’s veins.
Her children fall prey,
Their rotting corpses stacked high
And eaten hollow.
The man blames himself
For what he cannot control
Within the cosmos.
The final decay
Moves slowly and steadily
To begin anew.
September 4, 2008
September 2, 2008
August 29, 2008
August 21, 2008
August 19, 2008
August 18, 2008
CAMPNORTH
Here I am at Camp:
http://campnorth.tv/profile/blobguy
I won’t leave Deviant Art, but I’ve certainly begun to favor Camp to DA.
It’s much easier on the eyes, and I feel more comfortable… you know, amongst a few instead of a majority.
August 12, 2008
August 11, 2008
August 10, 2008
August 9, 2008
Steampunk Batman
I started sketching some ideas after reading this:
http://bakanekonei.deviantart.com/journal/19811916/
I don’t really intend on entering, but it sounded fun.
I really love a Cold War rendition of Batman I found somewhere,
and something about Batman + Aviator = super geekout mode… in my head, at least.
Combined the absolutely beautiful shape of a WWII German helmet,
the mysteriously enchanting gasmask and Victorian-Age aviation getup.
I also have a childish tendency to draw stupid looking knives.
If I were more confident in my skill, I’d attempt a full-on character design.
Not much of a self esteem thing, just a face-the-facts scenerio.
The time spent on a design I won’t approve of after hours of tedious research and pencil scratching could be put to better use.
