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1/1/18

Well, it's a new year. The world is horribly divided. Some people are jubilant that a leader has been selected who has shaken things up to the point where the universe seems barely recognizable, and the rest simply cannot accept the person calling the shots and want a return to normalcy. But enough about the fan reaction to The Last Jedi. (rimshot)

I begin this year hoping that it's the one that I'm able to produce the art I want at the rate I want. Basically, this continues a four decade streak of having that be my New Year's resolution. I made the mistake of taking down the boxes from my shelf to look at old artwork. Some of it was cringe-worthy (a lot of too-flat faces on too-round heads...). Some of it isn't too bad. Some of it is so old that I feel like someone else drew it. All of it made me want to draw more.

I actually have one hugely ambitious project this year, one sort of ambitious one, and one that is a pipe dream. If I stick the landing on any of them, it will be a good year. Heck... if I update this journal again, I'm baking myself a celebratory cake!

5/22/16

That's me. On the right. It's a fairly recent picture... geologically speaking. The fellow on the left, despite your initial impression, is NOT Joaquin Phoenix from the future sent BACK into the past to abduct me for ransom. He is my former dentist and all-around nice fellow. In this picture, I am completely stoned. Having just had my first tooth pulled (after I shattered it during the trial run of my makeshift waterslide), I was ordered to take some time off. They didn't specify how long, or whether the time should be taken all at once, or intermittenly. As such I am hoping that it officially excuses my absence from this website and pretty much anything else I slack off on in the future. Thanks, Dr. Guggemos!

3/13/13

I redacted the story I orginally wrote here, but it included an image of Barbarella, and I can't deprive you folks of that because WOW:

8/1/12

Sometimes people ask me about my process. Here is a handy schematic:

...wherein:

A: is the tiny thumbnail I draw after researching what the client/author needs

B: is the rough sketch I send to the collaborator before continuing. I like to create my roughs at-size(when possible), so that what I see is what the viewer will eventually get.

C: is the new sketch I do after I realize I've f***ed up the orientation of the space in which the illustration appears.

D: is a refined rough draft that is sent for approval.

E: is the approved version blown up and "crushed" so that I can trace it on my homemade uber-bright light table (strong enough to trace through Bristol Board)

F: is the final piece drawn on Bristol. After a careful spray of fixative to keep all that graphite from dragging and smudging, I scan it (see FAQ for details on my digital process) and get this.

And then I lament that I just stayed up all night and have to go to work! Ta-Da!

5/15/10

Have you ever done anything so stupid that you knew in less than 1 second that it was easily the stupidest thing you've ever done?

Well, I did that some weeks ago. For reasons too boring (okay, humiliating) to get into here, I punched a wall. It was a short fight that the wall won.

That's my actual x-ray. I broke my 5th metacarpal in half. It has about a 30 degree bend in it now. The pinky knuckle no longer exists. This is the first bone I have ever broken, and I was quite unimpressed with the amount of pain it caused, and yet flabbergasted at the amount of frustration it caused me.

Here I sit some time later (and roughly 2,000 bucks poorer) looking at my now-deformed drawing hand. No, really, it's deformed. The person who put the cast on me... who I would like to think sees way worse situations every day... gasped and referred to it as some "serious deformity".

It's official: I'm a freak.

Okay, so it's not that bad. Most people don't even notice it unless I point it out. And who the hell wants to be symmetrical anyway? The good news is this. I am back in action to some capacity. I need to be careful with it, and, believe it or not, I have to relearn how to angle my hand, since my knuckle is gone (but I have a bony lump on the back of my hand... ewwww...).

So if you've wondered what the hell happened to me... I've been convalescing, but like Turbo, when Miracles needed saving, I'm ready to stand up and start breakdancing with the nurses.