I guess if I’m trying to use the back end of a spoon as a straw, it must mean I’m pretty tired?

Time to sleep!
I guess if I’m trying to use the back end of a spoon as a straw, it must mean I’m pretty tired?
Time to sleep!
This week, Comic-Con will descend upon us once more. Let us pray that last year’s… incident… will not be repeated.
If you’re heading down to Comic-Con, please be sure to visit:
If you guessed sharkskin suit, you are correct. Give yourself a cookie–you deserve it. Another practice piece in watercolor crayon:
Now that’s more like it. Not great by any means, but I feel like this piece has got a little more substance to it. Sketched lightly in pencil, colored with watercolor crayon, and inked over with a Sakura Micron (the signature was written with a Sakura brush pen). I wasn’t crazy about how the thick line turned out on the previous piece, so I decided to use a thin line over the colors–a technique often utilized by someone who actually knows what he’s doing. If I could change one thing on this one, I would have blended some blue into the suit to unify the whole color scheme.
These past two have been an interesting exercise… relaxing too, in their own way. Hopefully I’ll be able to fit a few more of these in.
Hello there goldfish-rendered-by-me, what do you think of the quality at which you were rendered?
Junk! Junk, you say? Yeah pretty much.
I felt the urge to experiment with watercolors this past weekend, but all I had were watercolor crayons, and this is what I came up with. First of all, watercolor crayons are, in my opinion, big time cheating. The reason watercolor is tough, is because you have to be able to control/predict the flow of it–but at the same time, you have to go with the flow (literally). At least, this is my understanding of the matter. With watercolor crayons, you just put the color where you want it, and blend it with a wet brush–it takes some control, but not like real watercolor.
This piece was very lightly sketched in pencil (basically I just indicated its silhouette), colored with watercolor crayon, and the black lines were laid down afterwards, with a Sakura brush pen. Clearly, it was rendered without looking at reference of any kind. I’m just practicing, so I did this piece on a scrap of Strathmore watercolor paper–and you can see a vertical crease that goes through the tail.
I enjoy these experimentations, even though the results are sometimes less than spectacular. I’ll post watercolor crayon experiment #2 on Friday, which turned out a bit better, in my opinion.
Perhaps you will recall that I am a huge Transformers fan? And perhaps you will recall that I enjoyed Michael Bay’s first outing in the world of Transformers? And perhaps you will understand that I am bitterly jealous that the sequel, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, premiered two weeks ago in Japan, and was released last week in the United Kingdom, while Canadians living in America (like myself) are forced to wait until this week?
And perhaps you will not be surprised that 24 hours from the posting of this blog, I will be sitting in an IMAX theater watching said movie, at long last?
For the haters, let’s get some things straight here… I’m not expecting Citizen Kane. I’m not expecting Shakespeare. I’m not even expecting Shakespeare in Love. I am expecting pretty much the best special effects around, lots of robots getting blowed up good, and Megan Fox looking Megan Foxxy.
The surge of nerdy anticipation within me is overwhelming, threating to manifest itself as a wave of destructive energy that will burn the surface of the planet to a crisp whilst arguing whether or not the new Revenge of the Fallen Human Alliance toyline portrays human characters in proper scale to their Autobot counterparts. Also, I drew this:
What started out as kind of a quick sketch to commemorate the release of Revenge of the Fallen actually became a decent exercise in color and lighting, I think.
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I was planning on painting at least one more noir archetype (or noirchetype, as I like to call it), with a Girl Friday as the subject. And as a matter of coincidence, my long-time crony Gavin commented, “I think you should finish off the series with a “good girl” in yellow”–so who am I to disappoint?
In my opinion, this piece is back on track after the previous one. Better contrast, bolder strokes, not so fussy. I actually tried out some backgrounds for this one, but everything I came up with seemed to distract from the Girl Friday herself, so I decided to leave it as is. As with the other noirchetypes, this one took about two hours from start to finish. Again, I’m unsure whether I’ll do more of these, but this certainly has been a welcome break from the nerdy grind. But don’t fret, fellow nerds, I’ll get back to the mega-dorky stuff soon enough (some of it is in-progress as we speak).
Not all at once, but over the course of 6 meals. Here’s the breakdown:
Tuesday (lunch@ Tacos Por favor):
1 carne asada taco 2 chorizo and cheese tacos 1 chicken taquito Tuesday (dinner@ Tito’s Tacos):
5 beef tacos Wednesday (lunch@ Tacos Por favor):
1 carne asada taco 2 chorizo and cheese tacos 1 beef taquito Thursday (dinner@ Tito’s Tacos):
4 beef tacos 1 bean/beef/cheese burrito Saturday (lunch@ Coppelia’s Bakery & Cafe):
2 beef tacos (soft) 2 chicken tacos (soft) 2 chicken empanadas 1 slice of tres leches cake Sunday (lunch@ Coppelia’s Bakery & Cafe):
4 beef tacos (soft) 1 beef empanada 2 beef flautas 1 slice of tres leches cake
In case you haven’t picked up on it yet, I highly recommend both Tacos Por Favor, Tito’s Tacos, and Coppelia’s to anyone living in the Los Angeles area.
Even while I was painting this piece in Photoshop, I was still desperately craving tacos. I decided that 23 was probably a good place to stop for the moment, and instead just dreamed of tacos while eating yogurt and granola. This piece took me about an hour.
I’m continuing to build a generic archetypical noir cast. Here’s a soot-faced street urchin:
I feel like my paints got too fussy on this one, not enough bold strokes. And the contrast stinks! Also it was meant to be less dingy and a bit more green. Oh well…
I’m not sure if I’m going to do more of these–we’ll see if the weekend washes me back to nerdy shores, or if I continue on this path a bit longer.
An equally noir-ish femme fatal to go with last week’s hardboiled detective.
100% digital, just like the last… probably took me about an hour and a half. Too long for a practice thingy, but as I’ve said, I’m quite slow at coloring.
… but hardboiled nonetheless. Just a little practice painting (in Photoshop) of a random, nameless, sardonic private detective. Probably a tangential subconscious sideffect of borrowing The Thin Man (both the book and the movie) from Ren:
I feel like I might be a little burnt out on my usual fan-art fare? I still have an unlimited number of pieces that I want to draw and post, but I just can’t seem to get it together these days… maybe a few more of these painting exercises will do me good. We’ll see–my muse is capricious! I call her Blogonia.
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Josh and I were chatting over the internets through the miracle of modern technology, and I drew this kunoichi with a program built into the IM program:
I added the type in Photoshop, naturally. I admit, this post is at least partially motivated by laziness… but on the other hand, I am genuinely happy with how this doodle came out. It’s nice to bust out something spontaneous and simple every now and then, without all the planning, nerdy research, and pointless attempts at perfectionism.
Drawn for the charming young offspring of an old friend:
A rare foray into traditional media–loosely sketched with a blue pencil, inked with a brush pen, and colored with a random assortment of color pencils.
Abraham Lincoln‘s birthday was yesterday, and Monday we observe President’s Day here in the States, so:
The blog has been a little lethargic recently, due to my preoccupation with plagues and unusually large apples inhabited by millions of people… I’ll be back next week with something elaborate and nerdy, more befitting what you have grown to expect of me.
Back from NYC, all tuckered out. Bedtime is now. TTYL.
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Drawing myself in a bacta tank must have helped, because I’m feeling much better. But I’m terribly short on time this week. Here’s a sketch from quite a few years ago, inspired somewhat by a slick-looking billboard that I saw on Olympic Blvd every time I drove home from ye olde daye jobbe. That billboard was up for so long it eventually faded to the point of being nearly unrecognizable.
This was completely done in Photoshop. I really should probably post more pieces like these–not super old stuff from the archives, but spontaneous sketches that aren’t so planned out. Thinking aloud stops here.
I should be in a bacta tank, healing from this vile plague that ravages my delicate constitution:
But instead I’m blogging a drawing of myself in a bacta tank, healing from a vile plague that ravages my delicate constitution.
My momentary burst of energy over the rebirth of Scrabbulous was but a lapse. I am now returning to the cough syrup-induced haze from whence I came.