A 15-year old drawing of a monster about to rip a dude’s arm off. This is the kind of shit I was drawing in high school. (And still do)
Bloody
In keeping with my general art style, I had to slap a thick black outline on this fool. With a Sharpie in this case. It makes it quite a bit more cartoony but that’s kinda what I was going for.
It’s a zombie. It needs some red on him. That’s one thing for sure.
A look at a recent commisioned piece that I’ve been working on for a while:
The idea was to do a medical illustration type thing. The pencils:
The inking probably took the longest out of any of it:
A picture of me with the artwork to give an idea of the size of the piece:
Throw some lettering and some watercolors on it. And blood. Some of my actual blood, and this is what you get. From the start to finish it was a little over 1o hours of work and I think it turned out pretty dang good.
The first of a non-existent series. (Of course, I’ve said that before)
I started this picture with a smear of blood from a cut on my finger. It looked like hair so I built the drawing around that.
I’m working on a little short film thing and I need some fake blood for it. These are some test photos I took for an early batch of some fake blood. It wasn’t thick enough, but I figured maybe somebody would like to see this. I used red food coloring, Karo Light Corn Syrup and a little too much water.
This morning I wasn’t quite awake yet and I knocked over a cup of coffee off the counter before I even got a sip, narrowly missing my crotch. I knew it wasn’t gonna be my day.
I was at work and the weather looked like it was gonna turn bad so I decided I should take the garbage out before it started raining. As soon as I opened the back door, it was already sprinkling. The wind was a’blowing. I went over to the dumpster and grabbed the plastic hinged lid-thing and attempted to flip it over and behind as it is supposed to do. The wind was working against me and I scraped the shit out of my hand on the dumpster. It was a pretty deep cut and it bled quite a bit. I threw the trash and junk out and went back inside.
I grabbed the Polaroid camera out of the office, usually reserved for taking pictures of shoplifters and the like and snapped a few photos before I cleaned the cut up. They didn’t turn out well:
Stupid blurry garbage. So I decided to do a little sketch:
k.t. has the camera with her in Costa Rica so when I got home I did a scan of it. It really doesn’t look that bad. Just another wound on my gnarly hands. Oh well.
(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)
I unearthed this watercolor monstrosity I did back in 2000. Weird one. But not really weird. My style really hasn’t changed all that much in the past 7 or so years. I have gotten a little more vulgar and silly, but I think the two of those work nicely together.