

art and illustration




The Frog, the Mouse, and the Snake
The Fools of Chelm and the Stupid Carp
Here's a silkscreen I did at The Vera Project a couple of weeks ago, during their 2 hour, Silkscreen 101 Class. The class cost me $15, and was a great way to re-familiarize myself with the silkscreen process. I hadn't done any silkscreen work in over 13 years, so I'm pretty happy with the way this turned out. Red wasn't my preferred color for this, but I was lucky enough to have someone give me their ink since I forgot to bring any of my own. Thank you, kind and gracious Vera Project personnel!
A story I wrote was published in the Licton Springs Review not too long ago, and I wanted to do an illustration to accompany it. I've been going through some Adobe Illustrator tutorials recently, and wanted to apply the techniques I learned towards some type of digital illustration style. I'd like to work on different styles for this piece, maybe take the Illustrator version and recreate it in a more traditional medium. The more I learn about Illustrator, the more impressed I am.
Bonus illustration by my friend and co-worker Drake, who was kind enough to sketch up his version of an illustration possibility for the story. Hmmmm...what in the world could it POSSIBLY be about?
The Silver Surfer lived a pretty tormented life. He was trapped in a bubble that surrounded the earth, and was unable to return to his home planet and the woman he loved. Most of the Silver Surfer's time was spent moaning and groaning about how life was unfair, about how he yearned to break free of his earthly prison so he could soar once again throughout the infinite cosmos. When I was a teenager, I ate this stuff UP! Trying to paint the "infinite cosmos" was an excellent exercise for trying out some sponge-painting techniques...this was painted in goauche and acrylic, on illustration board.
Spent some time over the weekend working on a block print with my friend Christopher. I hadn't done any block printing in almost 17 years (since high school!) and really had fun with it. I'd like to do some more. There's something very satisfying about seeing print after print appear in my basement. It's like I'm stockpiling holiday presents for my entire family. The print started off as the sketch below, with the idea of showing that you can't ALWAYS finish what you start, as the carver of this totem pole has unfortunately discovered.

Thanks for the lesson, Hank! And if there are any Dennis fans out there who haven't read The Merchant of Dennis, Hank Ketcham's autobiography, it's worth a serious look. Very funny, with wonderful insights and great sketches from a lifetime spent cartooning.
Like every litle boy in history, I was fascinated by dinosaurs, sharks, mutant apes, robots...the list goes on and on. If it had scales, fangs, or laser beams, I was hooked. My monster fascination started off innocently enough, with a very benign version of Godzilla. Look out Tokyo! Godzilla might cuddle you to death.
Things started getting a bit darker when I saw Jaws. I had decided that a good monster needed an appropriate victim. Look at that poor swimmer. So blissfully unaware that an animal the size of the Titanic is about to swallow her whole...I think she could live out a fine life inside that gaping maw. That shark's mouth is bigger than my house! He sure looks bloodthirsty.
These guys weren't really monsters, but maybe I'll see them differently after July 4th. That Transformers movie sure will have a lot of good memories to live up to...
At around the age of eleven or so, I discovered metallic silver markers. More importantly, I discovered the power of blood.
But blood wasn't enough! I learned to draw weapons. Limbs were hacked off, arrows punctured lungs, and shields were a poor defense against the ruthless dragon hordes.
It wasn't long before ninjas took over my imagination. For some reason I imagined that ninjas were on a constant quest for gold, and would battle other ninjas to the death to get it. In order to protect the gold, elaborate booby traps were created, sending many a valiant ninja to an untimely and bloody death...I got really into these drawings, and remember creating cave after cave, each one full of spring-loaded arrows, vicious crocodiles, boiling lava, and poisonous snakes. But I guess the gold was worth it.
As you can see here, my ninja-warfare rendering skills were at their absolute peak. Look at the weapons on that guy. Rocket launcher! Bowie Knife! M-16! Bow and arrow! Throwing stars! Buzz-saw hand! I am sure I drew this not long after seeing a Bruce Lee movie, and I bet I agonized over getting all the weapons exactly right. This looks like a drawing where I was old enough to sweat the details. So much for the freedom of youth!
It's a great costume, but I don't think it's gonna strike fear into the hearts of anyone. This guy actually looks more like the Rhino I drew than the real Rhino does! I had a childhood premonition or something. Visions of future comic-cons came to me in my dreams...





