Fall In The City

This pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now.

Cup holders come standard

With his brain replaced by the bunnies foul machinery, Warren Burrows was never able to fully appreciate the irony of his name.

A Clear Sign of Trouble

Ahh, yet another colored frame from my 24hr comic from this weekend.

Shhhhhhh

The Change

For this title to make any sense, I'd suggest mousing over the above image.

And on this farm he had some lunch.

Match

This is the only photograph to have survived the fire.

Capture

I've been pretty busy lately, so I've missed the past couple Illustration Fridays. I'm not really comfortable doing images this sinister, but that's what happens when doing a Silence of The Lambs tribute.

IF: Sacrifice

Knocking One Back

So this is my "Sticky" picture for Illustration Friday, but the more I look at it the more I want to redo the coloring on it. I've got plenty of other stuff I need to tend to before that happens, so hopefully some of these skecthcrawl drawings from this weekend will redeem me.

Portsmouth Square
People in Chinatown
Art Vendor

Omega Red Dawn

So I initially drew this for the Wolverine Jam over on Drawingboard.org, but thought I'd toss it up here as well. If you haven't seen the movie Red Dawn this probably seems like it's coming right out of left field. Actually, even if you have seen the movie this is still kinda random.

Dance!

(Click above image to see it animated.)
So I started drawing this as a "Dance" image for Illustration Friday and decided it would make a good animation cycle. Pay no mind to the gentleman's infinite supply of munitions. Perhaps he has magic guns, magic guns of infinite shooty-ness. Alright, I'm gonna go grab me one of the chocolate covered macaroons at the bagel shop on the corner. They're like giant chewy fresh baked Samoa Girl Scout Cookies. Hot damn, I'd dance like that kid just to get one, but instead I think I will just trade some legal tender for it. Catch you folks later.

Do You Know Where You Are?

Hello blog-a-majig. Today I pay tribute to the jungle critter with the most rockin-est facial hair, the Emperor Tamarin. And by "pay tribute to" I mean "crap out a hasty picture of." I'd write something witty here but my tummy desires foodstuffs so I'm gonna go get one of those "screw it, put everything in a damn bowl" meals at KFC. Hooray for Illustration Friday and the "Jungle" theme.

We want illustration...

So this is my Illustration Friday "Portrait" of Patrick McGoohan as The Prisoner. My lack of being born prevented me from catching this show when it originally aired, but thanks to the magic of DVD (and the San Francisco Public Library) I've been able to see it. My favorite thing about the character might be that his face seems permanently stuck giving a disapproving people's eyebrow, an expression I tend to make quite frequently myself. Next on my list of old TV shows to catch is The Rockford Files.

Be seeing you.

He's attacking my ability to sleep.

This blog looks naked, it needs to be made un-naked by having more gunk'l'dunk added. I've got the Atom feed up with the sweet powder blue feed button down at the bottom, but other than that the frill-age is still minimal. Anyway, to keep some posting momentum up I'm tossing up this samurai picture I drew last night when I should have been sleeping. That's what I get for eating chocolate espresso cookies before bed I guess.

In secret, it starts again.

So the necessity for a consistent location to post for Illustration Friday has prompted me to restart this blog. Who knows though, I just may end up posting some cycles, comics, and random sketches in here again. The above is my "Cake" image, enjoy.