Showing posts with label Sketchbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sketchbook. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Ugly Tour Bus Drawing: French Mutation

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This is another case where I saw a bus I wanted to photograph but was unable to get close enough to it. Luckily, the detail I wanted was easy to recreate.

Still unable to decide if I should add some fake shadows or reflections to it.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Guest Blogging By My Younger Self, Part Four

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Remember having "tapes" which got "eaten"? From the same journal as the previous few posts.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Guest Blogging By My Younger Self, Part Three

 
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These are, obviously, kiddie-style drawings of my friends in the class for which this journal was made.

Could it possibly be any more 1980s? I especially like the gigantic Esprit logo.

You may remember "K.T." as my prom date.

Sunday, February 08, 2015

Guest Blogging By My Younger Self Part 1

This is a page from my journal for English class, 1981-2, when I was 16, in which I listed "People who don't deserve to have anything named after them":

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My biggest question today is, to be honest, what were my media sources? I see names from the creaky end of the variety show era, from the news, and from the radio, which is understandable, but how did I know about the whole Warhol Studio 54 crowd? I even remember leaving Warhol himself OFF the list because I liked him too much. How did I know about Halston and Bianca Jagger and Margaret Trudeau? I just don't remember.

Anyway, not substantially different from a blog post I might make today! I especially like the mingling of terrible dictators with minor pop celebrities. I'm pretty sure this is the only list ever made to include Karen Valentine and Baby Doc Duvalier, or Idi Amin and Wink Martindale. Solid pairings.

More to come!


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

If An Illustration Falls In The Forest And Nobody Is Around To See it...

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I used to try to get freelance illustration work. Frankly, I wasn't really cut out for the freelance hustle. Also, I never again wanted to hear the phrase "We can't pay, but this will be really good exposure for you." I haven't done any commercial illustration work for over a decade, and I haven't sought out such work for over 15 years.

Imagine my surprise, then, last Winter when, out of the blue, I was contacted by an art director for what I feel comfortable calling the world's most famous newspaper. This art director had seen my work online, and wanted to know if I'd be interested in doing an illustration for what I'll call Capital Letter Magazine, their semi-regular, ULTRA-glossy Sunday fashion and style supplement.

The article was about Hollywood movie ingenues who had matured gracefully into sometimes surprisingly unglamorous television roles. Pretty specific! I immediately thought of Piper Laurie in Twin Peaks, but the article was mostly, apparently, about Jessica Lange and... uh... actually, I forget who else. I love Jessica Lange, so I said I'd do it.

The somewhat awkward thing is that the art director had something fairly specific in mind. He/She wanted something specifically like this image of Condoleezza Rice I made in 2006 by collaging together photographs I took off my TV screen:


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So, OK, taking photos off the TV screen of American Horror Story was definitely going to be the backbone of the image, combined with progressively younger pictures of Ms. Lange. The trouble was this: that picture of Condi makes her look like a terrifying monster! And I was pretty sure that's not what they wanted me to do with Jessica Lange, so it was a struggle to make the point without the result being cruel or grotesque. I think I got just the right shot, one of the few sympathetic views of Lange's wonderfully terrible character from American Horror Story.

I went through several arrangements and compositions before arriving at the image at the top of this post (do click it for the larger version). I had to have the magazine obtain the old publicity shots through official channels, so I had to pick specific shots and stick with them. Eh, I don't know. I think that given the assignment and the parameters, it's kind of nice. It's OK. Not really my style! I had originally done that collage of Condi because I took the shots off the TV, and they turned out so badly that I just kind of threw them together to make the best of a bad job.

There was some back and forth via email, and I eventually turned the illustration in. The art director was nice throughout the whole process. After finishing, I asked when the article was going to run, and got... no answer.

Keep in mind that most freelance illustration doesn't pay until after publication. In this case, not all that much, either (shoe money).

I figured, whatever, probably it'll run in the next month or so. It didn't. So about three months after turning in the illustration, I emailed the art director to ask if/when the article might run, or if it had been axed. And I swear I was polite! Just a simple, straightforward, polite, two sentence query. No answer. Busy person? Once he/she is done with you, he/she is done with you? Who knows!

I rechecked the emails. Had I simply been pranked? Punked by a mean-spirited spurious  "art director" out for laughs? No, all the names and email addresses were real and logical.

Anyway, it's been almost eight months now, and it still hasn't run, so I figure, fuck it, the article obviously got killed, so here's the Jessica Lange photo illustration that I did, evidently, for no reason whatsoever. Enjoy.

This is why I stopped trying to freelance! How do people deal with this stuff all the time?

Monday, June 17, 2013

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Sketchbook: "Little Myrna" Comic Strip, 1985/1992






The comic strip above is based on a four-panel gag drawn by Pony Pal Jeff F. in about 1985. I loved it so much that many years later, I padded it with fifteen extra panels, which did not result in it being 5 times funnier. In any event, Jeff gets the credit for the gags, the writing, and even the character design. I think "Nurse Horsy"and "Little Myrna" are probably my favorite character names ever.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Sketchbook: Still More Orange County Comics, 1992


Have you ever been to Knott's Berry Farm? Worst theme park EVER. Every minute spent there is a minute not spent at Disneyland, or at Medieval Times, right down the road . Pointless. I honestly don't get it.

 

The sentiment expressed in the last panel above is 100% accurate. He really said that.

UPDATE: Pony Pal Mr. Bad Trash, who witnessed most of the events in these comics, has some additional hilarious info about the projectionist shown above in the comment section. LOL.

Monday, April 08, 2013

Sketchbook: Orange County Comics, 1992


To be continued. These are more comics drawn on the road when I worked for the Festival of Animation. The character above was the manager of a chain movie theater in... Santa Ana? Garden Grove? Fullerton? I've suppressed most of my memories of Orange County.  Anyway, this was not the same movie theater which employed the amazing Glori.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Sketchbook: "Real Jacuzzi Talk Comix", Circa 1988

In 1988 I shared a three-bedroom house with roommates on Grand Avenue in the Pacific Beach neighborhood of San Diego. Behind our house was a row of three small apartments with whom we shared a jacuzzi. Swingin'!

Well, no, not really, and thank goodness, because the jacuzzi was right outside my bedroom window (not that I didn't hear a couple of amorous escapades, mind you). But it was fun sometimes to eavesdrop on the inane conversations which emanated from it like some forlorn, sodden chat show. Occasionally I'd jot down random overheard snippets in comic strip form (UPDATE: you guys know these are just scribbles, right? It's OK if you say they're terrible drawings, because they are. These were never attempts to be a "real" cartoonist. Oh, and yes, the use of the word "j'accuse" was intentional.). Here are a few of those:





I remember we used to refer to this woman as "trashy lady":

Friday, March 29, 2013

Sketchbook: Abstract Comic Strip, Late 80s


I have no memories of drawing this crude, awkward comic strip, nor do I remember any specific meaning or reason for it. Uhhhh... nature is dangerous?

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Sketchbook: "Mr. Dynamo", Circa 1986

This what I used to do when I got bored at work in the dark days before the Buzzfeeds and the iPhones: I would draw stupid comic strips. I was almost going to re-draw this one, color it, and replace the lettering, but the thought of taking three hours to replicate something I originally did in three minutes seemed, even by my standards, to be a questionable use of time.

Anyway, without further ado, here's the exciting Mr. Dynamo:


Tuesday, November 22, 2011