Monday, November 28, 2011


Did this for Pictoplasma's missing link project/exhibition. It was rejected. Whatever, I don't need the approval of the shadowy Pictoplasma committee. The Yeti doesn't need approval. Look at him. Look into his eyes. He will never stop haunting you.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Gratuitous self-portrait

The colors turned out alright, though I still think I lost something when I inked it. Always had a soft spot for the rough pencil drawings.


The new Lars Von Trier film, Melancholia, is amazing, maybe my favorite of his. This is unrelated, but something about it felt like it had a similar sentiment.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Something recent

*The one I settled on
*My first inclination
*raw pencils

Finished this a couple of months back when I got inspired by some Tatsayuki Tanaka drawing to pick up the analog pencil again and use it as more than just a base for inks. Pose is a little weird but the hands came out alright.

Monday, June 27, 2011

You had my hand in your hand, you had my lip in your teeth, you had my heart on your sleeve...

I like the way the colors turned out on this. I think the first is better, just because it's so garish that it complements the melodrama of the whole piece. That jarring color scheme goes for it more and pushes it over the edge. Well, it's not like it was subtle before the colors anway. Words from La Dispute.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Trying my hand at painting again

First tiem I've painted anything in ages. The idea I had for this ended up requiring a much cleaner aesthetic than something I would have normally chosen to use paints for, the stencils (stars) and cleaner lines on the figure made it a very meticulous process near the end but it was so much more rewarding to get there. I love working digital but nothing seems to beat the feeling of physical materials in your hands. The personal satisfaction achieved from going through that process just feels so much better, even if it takes longer and isn't inherently "better". There was something very satisfying about coming home to my easel set up and waiting for me, and having this unfinished piece greeting/glaring at me every morning. I haven't felt so connected to my work in a while. This made me happy.

Political art on paper bags