...and so does Godzilla. I sent this quickie out in a plant wide e-mail earlier today.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
IT FINALLY PRINT DAY!
For the past month I ahve been working on nothing at my full time job except my company's 100 page product catalog. And it is FINALLY from the printers. I have a freash steamy copy in my hands...right now. 1 designer, 1 art director, 75 brand new pieces, 100 pages. DONE! I jump for joy...
...and so does Godzilla. I sent this quickie out in a plant wide e-mail earlier today.
...and so does Godzilla. I sent this quickie out in a plant wide e-mail earlier today.
Technorati Profile
I am trying to drive some traffic over to this art blog using Technorati. Since I am more a arty styllus dragger than I am a savvy tech monkey I am simply assuming this is going to work because a friend of mine said it would. I get the feeling though that he could just as easily have told me to fling raw eggs with my blog address on them at people and I would have done it. I have blindly placed my faith in another person's public relations demigog... I maintain my skeptism and techobigotry. On the plus side though... Huzzah for more people looking at my artwork. More blogging people. More less skeptical and technobigoted people. More...
I am trying to drive some traffic over to this art blog using Technorati. Since I am more a arty styllus dragger than I am a savvy tech monkey I am simply assuming this is going to work because a friend of mine said it would. I get the feeling though that he could just as easily have told me to fling raw eggs with my blog address on them at people and I would have done it. I have blindly placed my faith in another person's public relations demigog... I maintain my skeptism and techobigotry. On the plus side though... Huzzah for more people looking at my artwork. More blogging people. More less skeptical and technobigoted people. More...
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
DND SUNDAY!
Okay...here are two older DnD works I've done...
No idea what they were actually for...
They're...you know...older...
And a bit sensitive about it.
No idea what they were actually for...
They're...you know...older...
And a bit sensitive about it.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Master and Apprentice
We begin with Darth Nafar and his apprentice Darth Monstros...
Darth Nafar began his decent as a renowned Bith composer. His tireless creation of passionate arias ultimately exposed Nafar to the twisting morass of the Dark Side. The Bith genius instinctively pursued the black arts of premonition and metal control. As his interest in the Dark Side grew his resulting symphonies became bleaker, tragic and ironically more acclaimed.
Once Nafar adopted the mantle of Sith Lord he abandoned musical pursuits altogether. He became possessed with ruining lives and corrupting the virtuous. He manipulated artisans, politicians and peacekeepers from the shadows, creating living ‘performances’ of suffering and tragedy.
Growing increasing paranoid Nafar sought out an apprentice in the form of a gigantic beast of a Whiphid. Full of unending rage, Darth Monstros proved to be the exact opposite of his artisan of a Master. Nafar allowed Monstros to quickly develop an infamous reputation to divert attention from the Sith Lord’s true machinations. The beast attacked trade ships, destroyed entire colonies and even challenged Jedi Knights to apprehend him.
It was not long before Monstros began to believe in his own inflated propaganda. Imagining himself as a worthy successor to Darth Nafar, Monstros set out to usurp him. Darth Monstros tracked his slippery Master to a hidden sanctum on Corruscant but was instead greeted by Jedi investigators responding to an anonymous tip.
The intense lightsaber battle that ensued lasted only a few brief moments. It ended in an spectacular explosion that vaporized several square city blocks.
There was only one survivor.
Darth Nafar.
Darth Nafar began his decent as a renowned Bith composer. His tireless creation of passionate arias ultimately exposed Nafar to the twisting morass of the Dark Side. The Bith genius instinctively pursued the black arts of premonition and metal control. As his interest in the Dark Side grew his resulting symphonies became bleaker, tragic and ironically more acclaimed.
Once Nafar adopted the mantle of Sith Lord he abandoned musical pursuits altogether. He became possessed with ruining lives and corrupting the virtuous. He manipulated artisans, politicians and peacekeepers from the shadows, creating living ‘performances’ of suffering and tragedy.
Growing increasing paranoid Nafar sought out an apprentice in the form of a gigantic beast of a Whiphid. Full of unending rage, Darth Monstros proved to be the exact opposite of his artisan of a Master. Nafar allowed Monstros to quickly develop an infamous reputation to divert attention from the Sith Lord’s true machinations. The beast attacked trade ships, destroyed entire colonies and even challenged Jedi Knights to apprehend him.
It was not long before Monstros began to believe in his own inflated propaganda. Imagining himself as a worthy successor to Darth Nafar, Monstros set out to usurp him. Darth Monstros tracked his slippery Master to a hidden sanctum on Corruscant but was instead greeted by Jedi investigators responding to an anonymous tip.
The intense lightsaber battle that ensued lasted only a few brief moments. It ended in an spectacular explosion that vaporized several square city blocks.
There was only one survivor.
Darth Nafar.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Retroactive removal #1
I took down the baseball design cause the largest retailer in the country hasn't actually approved it yet and may give the stinkeye for it being shown here...
So instead here are a bunch of cutesy animal mash-ups. They are about a year old.
So instead here are a bunch of cutesy animal mash-ups. They are about a year old.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
DND Sunday!
Here is another new third party Dungeon and Dragons monster...
enjoy the Basalt Warhound.
enjoy the Basalt Warhound.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY COURTNEY!
I love you...very much.
So much I drew a monkey to personify my love for you.
Happy Valentine's Day baby...I am so glad to be with you.
So much I drew a monkey to personify my love for you.
Happy Valentine's Day baby...I am so glad to be with you.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I got to work from home today...
In between hours and hours of work I:
played handball at the gym with my whole family
watched with pride as my son peed in a toliet without prompting three whole times
helped my wife make 5 dozen valentines cupcakes
viewed Terminator 3 for the first time...ehh...
and I also made this:
In between hours and hours of work I:
played handball at the gym with my whole family
watched with pride as my son peed in a toliet without prompting three whole times
helped my wife make 5 dozen valentines cupcakes
viewed Terminator 3 for the first time...ehh...
and I also made this:
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
DND SUNDAY!
When I was a teenager I ditched out of going to church in order to play Dungeon and Dragons with some friends from my weekend job. In tribute to that...here is a monster illustration from a 3rd party Dungeon and Dragons monster manual thing I just finished. Hope you dig it. It is called a Handmaiden of Kalimah.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 9, 2007
First...a nice happy birthday type image from work. I design images that are placed on top of cakes for a living. This is one of them.
And now...my screwed up dream from last night:
It was about 3 people but I don't know them
First...a middle aged woman living alone
Then...a teenager living in a makeshift bunker under an overpass
And finally a Clint Eastwood like drifter
They all lived in a world that had a major dimensional shift from our own...like they lived 'a few universes slantwise' from us.
So the middle aged women was living in an empty apartment building contemplating a proposal from a 'desert vampire' which was a handsome gothic thing that lived out in the wastes, loved the sun and drank human fluids. It wanted her to abandon her apartment and flee out into the desert with the other desert vampires. I got the feeling that desert vampires were once people that fled out into the desert and the sands out there CHANGED them. Basically she just sat in her dark apartment looking at old pictures, listening to the wind and worrying about her dwindling food supply. She also flashed back to a time she met the drifter and you could tell she was new to the area (maybe even the whole weird world) and it was a foresty place like the pasific northwest...not like the apartment building on the edge of the killer desert...and the drifter was teaching her about 'panther mold' which looked like forest floor but was really a predator that attacked using a flesh scraping proboscis that looked like beef jerky.
The drifter told her that things her looked inviting but were always deadly.
Then we cut to the kid. He lived in a bunker built into and underneath a highway overpass and he lived off food he found in the abandoned cars along the interstate. Except now he was trapped inside his bunker and had been for days. I knew he woke up one morning to find that someone or something had placed a naked female mannequin outside his door and he was afraid to go outside and move it. He just paced around inside the small bunker looking out periodically at the plastic face the of the mannequin and talking to himself...starving, thirsty and basically going nuts. Finally he decided to open the door and go out and move the mannequin. As soon as he picks it up it starts moving...real slow...trying to both hug him and kiss him, except its mouth is open really unnaturally wide, like snake wide. He doesn't seem to care and jsut submits to the kiss and the hug. Then there is a gunshot and the mannequin's head bursts apart like a rotten blood filled melon.
Its the drifter again with an old style rifleman rifle. The drifter is complaining the kid about how he should know that it isn't unheard of for 'parademons' to wait motionless for days to get at their prey. Then he says that if the kid wants to come with him he should get his ass in gear. He turns and walks away. The kid stands there for awhile, still holding the rotten bloody mannequin corpse and finally snaps out of it, decides living is a good idea and hoofs after the drifter guy. Half way caught up he realizes that he never locked his bunker door, so he turns around and runs back only to find the mannequin and his bunker covered with something called 'bloodsquid' which look like spider/squid nastiness. He then realizes that he is still covered in gore...and so do the bloodsquid.
Cut to the drifter hearing a scream from the overpass in the distance. He just pulls down his hat and keeps walking.
Then I wake up
The End
And now...my screwed up dream from last night:
It was about 3 people but I don't know them
First...a middle aged woman living alone
Then...a teenager living in a makeshift bunker under an overpass
And finally a Clint Eastwood like drifter
They all lived in a world that had a major dimensional shift from our own...like they lived 'a few universes slantwise' from us.
So the middle aged women was living in an empty apartment building contemplating a proposal from a 'desert vampire' which was a handsome gothic thing that lived out in the wastes, loved the sun and drank human fluids. It wanted her to abandon her apartment and flee out into the desert with the other desert vampires. I got the feeling that desert vampires were once people that fled out into the desert and the sands out there CHANGED them. Basically she just sat in her dark apartment looking at old pictures, listening to the wind and worrying about her dwindling food supply. She also flashed back to a time she met the drifter and you could tell she was new to the area (maybe even the whole weird world) and it was a foresty place like the pasific northwest...not like the apartment building on the edge of the killer desert...and the drifter was teaching her about 'panther mold' which looked like forest floor but was really a predator that attacked using a flesh scraping proboscis that looked like beef jerky.
The drifter told her that things her looked inviting but were always deadly.
Then we cut to the kid. He lived in a bunker built into and underneath a highway overpass and he lived off food he found in the abandoned cars along the interstate. Except now he was trapped inside his bunker and had been for days. I knew he woke up one morning to find that someone or something had placed a naked female mannequin outside his door and he was afraid to go outside and move it. He just paced around inside the small bunker looking out periodically at the plastic face the of the mannequin and talking to himself...starving, thirsty and basically going nuts. Finally he decided to open the door and go out and move the mannequin. As soon as he picks it up it starts moving...real slow...trying to both hug him and kiss him, except its mouth is open really unnaturally wide, like snake wide. He doesn't seem to care and jsut submits to the kiss and the hug. Then there is a gunshot and the mannequin's head bursts apart like a rotten blood filled melon.
Its the drifter again with an old style rifleman rifle. The drifter is complaining the kid about how he should know that it isn't unheard of for 'parademons' to wait motionless for days to get at their prey. Then he says that if the kid wants to come with him he should get his ass in gear. He turns and walks away. The kid stands there for awhile, still holding the rotten bloody mannequin corpse and finally snaps out of it, decides living is a good idea and hoofs after the drifter guy. Half way caught up he realizes that he never locked his bunker door, so he turns around and runs back only to find the mannequin and his bunker covered with something called 'bloodsquid' which look like spider/squid nastiness. He then realizes that he is still covered in gore...and so do the bloodsquid.
Cut to the drifter hearing a scream from the overpass in the distance. He just pulls down his hat and keeps walking.
Then I wake up
The End
Thursday, February 8, 2007
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