Mulligan!

I make no excuse for not posting more, but I'll be darned to heck if a lot of little and big things didn't get in the way the last couple of weeks. I've decided to forego the whole draw for a month, then ink for a month, then color for a month, and then paint for a month in favor of the PAINT RIGHT NOW school of thought. I figure I might as well do all those things together as they'll inform my thoughts on each of them as they work in multi-tier-tandem-ness.

Anywho, here's my first attempt at mixing the drawing/inking/coloring/painting idea. It's a Grecian statue from reference. Since I wanted to make it a warm painting I tried coloring the underpainting with cool tones. I like it, but next time I'll try just the watercolor without the ink as an underpainting and see what happens.

Another movie I want to see but keep forgetting to rent: The Beastmaster with Rip Torn as MAAX!!!

Seth in pieces

Went to see Seth's one-man-band; I especially liked the first song of the set which seemed to have a mild western ghostriders vibe to it. Which really brings me to my main thesis: "Fields of the Nephilim" is an awesome art construct. Their music and their image blow my fanboy mind. It's the perfect mix of epic undead cowboy goth rock with a hint of B-movie flare. The lyrics don't really make too much sense to me, but I'm not too familiar with the lore behind it. Case in point, with awesome video at bottom:

"Well he talks in confusion
and he faults your point of view
You talk about his apparition
and he talks
hear him laughing at you
Contamination and radiation
Let it crawl while the city sleeps
Your turn to lay for bait for a while
Now you're melting through your burning fields
and all my people say oh
Stop!
When he talks
connected scars reopen
A thousand fingers
reach out for you
We don't feel no contamination
We don't feel no contamination
We don't feel no contamination
We don't feel no contamination
Oh keep talking
You're a hunter I'm a wolf
Yeah keep talking
I'm the preacher you're a fool
Contamination and radiation
Let it crawl while the city sleeps
Your turn to lay for bait for a while
Now you're melting through your burning fields
That's when my people say oh
We don't feel no contamination
Radiation, contamination
Radiation, contamination
Radiation, contamination
Radiation"

Quickie

One more quickie from reference before I go to bed, because tomorrow...

means BEEVILLE

I'll do a big art-dump when I get back on Sunday to show what I did or didn't draw. It'll probably be crappy pocketbook drawings in pen, because that's the easiest thing to carry around when you're already holding a shotgun in one hand and some Sprite in the other.

SXSW notebook scrawling

Saw Zookeeper. Drew in my pocketbook.... with a pen.

You can see Ben, a new party friend, on the left there. In retrospect I'm not sure what I was thinking when I scribbled in his hand. Maybe next time I'll think before I draw.

Dodo Galore

I legitimately miss the Dodo. I suppose I can't really miss the Dodo as a species since I never went to school with one, but I remember mourning even as a child the idea of the Dodo. It's just a shame I can't have this conversation in my head:

"I really want to get a Dodo, but I'm not sure if it's in the budget."
"Well if you really love something you'll provide for it at all costs."
"Yahhhhh, and I DO love their downy coat."
"Even enough to CLUB one for it!"

And then I realize I'm no better than the immigrant pirates.

Slow news day

Here's some boxers and some sumo wrestlers and some ballet peoples. Throw in one angry Kenyan and you've got the full set.

You know what I miss? Feature length claymation specials that are sprinkled with almost disturbingly dark subject matter; issues that no child should be exposed to, but by luck of the draw you are anyway and you relish that illusion of danger on your t.v. screen.

Behold!

We need an angel investor

Shawn, Aaron and I went to Round Rock this afternoon to eat at a Vietnamese restaurant that looked like it used to be a Shlotzsky's. While we were there Shawn spotted a gumball machine with a sticker on it and read out loud "Meals on Wheels". We then spent the next two and a half hours of our lives collaborating on business ventures based off that concept. I've typed it out for easy reading, because I have the penmanship of a dolphin. So without further ado, I present...

HANDOUTS on GETABOUTS

MAN-POWERED VEHICLES:
dates on skates
cheese on skis
marmalades on rollerblades
popsicles on bicycles
mike and ikes on trikes
fresh gourds on skateboards
bartlet pears on wheelchairs
coleslaws on rickshaws
pop-tars on push carts
breads on sleds
duncan heinz on ziplines

AERONAUTICS:
shrimps on blimps
jalapeño poppers on helicopters
grains on planes
baguettes on lear jets
fruit snacks on jet packs
big league chews on b-52's
pork rinds on airlines
crab ran goons on hot air balloons

HUMAN LABOR:
pizza rolls on four year-olds
eggs on legs
candy corns on newborns
watermelons on convicted felons
heinekens on mexicans
cookies on rookies
corn dog by leap frog
mozzarella sticks on fat chicks

MANUFACTURERS:
tiramisu on subarus
barleys on harleys
lemon chills on oldsmobiles
snackpacks on pontiacs
double-stuffed oreos on izuzu rodeos
cold beers on john deers
boiled clams on dodge rams
healthy choices on rolls royces
sweet peas on model t's
pastas on mazdas
creme brulees on chevrolets
toast and jams on dodge rams
calamaris on ferraris
sundaes on hyundais
linguinis on lamborghinis

DATA TRANSFER:
snails on emails
short order cooks on facebooks
frosted glazes on myspaces
dry vermouths on bluetooths
chives on jump drives
tastefreeze on ftps
lobster bisque on compact disc

INTERNAL COMBUSTION:
fried pickles on vehicles
fruit cups on pick-ups
ground chucks on dump trucks
peeps on jeeps
lettuce heads on mopeds
salad shooters on vintage scooters
coffees on jalopies
artichoke hearts on go-karts
crackers on tractors
lean cuisines on limousines
muffin tops on motorcycle cops
cream pies on semis
soups on coupes
power bars on rental cars
hot pockets on crotch rockets
assorted oatmeals on snowmobiles
lamb shanks on army tanks

BEASTS OF BURDEN:
big-macs on horsebacks
fajita pitas on cheetahs
quarter pounds on basset hounds
beers on steers
muffins on puffins
awesome blossoms on opossums
pancakes on rattlesnakes
lemon grasses on horses asses

SPACE TRAVEL:
chili-cheese fries on the enterprise
soda fountains on millenium falcons
chips and dips on space ships
bagel bites on satellites

SEAPOWER:
oats on boats
fondues on seadoos
berries on ferries
tofus on canoes
flavored ices on flotation devices
ice cold perriers on aircraft carriers (it's a stretch)

INFRASTRUCTURE:
french fried taters on escalators
lobster tails on monorails
hams on trams
tamales on trolleys
baked lays on subways
celery stalks on moving sidewalks

RECREATION:
twinkies on slinkies
hoho's on yoyos
ice cream bars on remote control cars
chocolate bars on bumper cars
breakfast toasters on roller coasters

AVANT GARDE:
french rolls on cruise controls
apple pie ala modes on underground rail roads
ales and mead on superspeed
tangerines on trampolines
collared greens on time machines
escargots on embargoes
milkshakes on earthquakes
chocolate smores on hover boards
cantaloupes in envelopes
stir-fry on stand-by
italian dishes on shooting star wishes

Thursday is trash day (and recycling day)

Not much to speak of tonight, but I managed to squeeze in a few drawings while watching the Jerk with the Hardy Boyz. I'm finding myself more and more and MORE attracted to cartooning every day. I am in jaw-dropping awe of anyone with the ability to capture the perfectly exaggerated pose and facial expression it takes to reeeeeally tell a story.

I've been listening to a lot of interviews with Brad Bird lately. You may know him from such films as Ratatouille (awesome), The Incredibles (incredible), and the Iron Giant (gives me an iron giant). This guy started his first 15 minute animation at age 11 and finished it at 14 which is no easy feat. He then sent it to Disney and they were so impressed with his handiwork that they had him apprentice under Milt Kahl. I could only hope to be as impassioned about a craft as he is.

Last summer, when I stayed at my parent's house, I spent a ton of time animating in the morning, going to work in the afternoon, and then going out with my friends at night. Those were fantastic times... In conclusion, the Jerk is a very funny movie.