A Handful of Illustrations

       Below are a few things I've drummed in the last year or so. I uncovered a folder today in a very ambitious moment of tidying up, and thought them fit to share. Everything here is ink and watercolor... with maybe some pencil showing through.

I want to be a funny booker.

       From a young age, I thought I would draw comic books, as a grown up. Now, here I am doing little jobs here and there, no big artistic career moves, aside from shows and a regular influx of jobs every holiday season. It's all I can do in between these high points of productivity to fuel the artistic oven... and I think I'm reverting to my childish ways and grasping at the straws of past comfort zones, because lately... ALL I WANT IS TO WORK IN COMICS! So the thirst is there, that's a good thing, but I'm dry on material and practice. So, for this week at least, that's the plan... brush up on my comic book skills and get my ass HIRED! Here's the practice I put in today. 

       And here is a closer look:

       The big guy looks like a doofus, but that's the idea. And if the kid looks like a terribly annoying little twerp, then I've done my job. These are some characters I'm kicking around for a short graphic novel idea. I'm trying my damnedest to look like a professional here, so let me know what you think.

Too Much Time On My Hands

       Well, for those of you waiting in suspense, my show and Andersonville Arts Weekend as a whole went really well. 

       I sold a painting to someone I respect but don't know very well, which is a good combination. In my mind, it means he actually likes my work enough to buy it for his own reasons, not just to support me or as a very generous compliment. 

       I know that's probably not the case, but when someone close to me either commissions or straight-up buys one of my pieces, the thought always crosses my mind. Here's an example of that situation. 

       Granted, I know Laura really likes Superman, so it's not that hard to believe that she would actually want the painting.    

   

       The opening was a lot of good fun with some friends and a lot of nice strangers. Some of the families I work with were gracious enough to come out and see the show, and one of my favorite five year olds in the world described it in a whisper as "one of the greatest things I'd ever seen." In my book, that's a good review. Below are some better shots of the paintings as presented in the show. 

       This one will serve as a shameless means of getting a picture of me in here. All of the others were taken at the close of the evening, and I had been thoroughly be-sodden with wine, and had become understandably less respectable looking. And I like how productive I look here.