Even when it plugs right into your skull...She is gonna play the shit out of Mine Sweeper. I'm really happy with how this turned out. It was just gonna be another throw-away study of interior stuff, but I like it now. Of course, now there's incontrovertible proof that I've drawn sad girls with robot shit in their hair.
Drawing structures today. Mainly cause I never do and I desperately need practice. Just things. Things that are possibly large, or small, or inside or outside. How much fun can you have drawing a picture?
Why the fuck not?Why not indeed? Anywhoo, went with a WWI Prussian uniform. But a modern shotgun. And some Vitoria's Secret panties. You can't see them cause of the breeches, but I assure you, they're in there. I really have no reason or explanation for where this came from. I just thought it was an interesting alternate history idea.
Bill Cosby released an album called wonderfullness. I prefer to make randomness. I don't know what the satellite girl is doing. Exploring; maybe going on a journey. I can't decipher what the fuck Walker writes on these little Cards. The second picture is inspired by the terrible film noir, Kiss Me Deadly. An awesome title to a slow & confusing movie. Well, Cosbyness is next to Godliness.
Page 2. A mysterious woman enters the scene! Once these are done I'm going to pour black ink into them. Make them all dark and scary. But not this page, this page will serve as counter point. Bright and cheery in defiance of the rest of the story's mood. The plan (and I hope I can remember the plan) is to wash out all the flashback scenes in white and shrowd the current scenes in black.
My nightmares; my greatest inspirations. I hate sharks, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating the beauty in nature's most perfect killing machine. And needlessly turning it into a robot. I find myself drawing these things.
Looking back through my recent posts I realized: I forgot how to draw eyes. Anywhoo, I wanted to draw a samurai girl. But thinking about it, I didn't want to draw a video-game hoochie. But at the same time I was bored with the prospect of drawing flowing robes and stuff. So I threw out some baggy pants and body armor. Really, the only thing that qualifies her for samurai status is the sword. Maybe she brings honor to the battlefield. I dunno.
Playing Call of Cthulhu this weekend; it was a triumph. I had to come home and watch the "Still Alive" video from Portal. I outlived all my fellow investigators. My harrowing escape involved pushing down old people and climbing over mothers clutching their babies, but everyone else went insane, fainted and died in a fire. It was awesome. And I got cake.
Anywhoo, I did a sketch of my latest character. She's considderably superior to my previous attempt. The last guy I made was good at hiding and listening... He went insane listening to his friends die while he hid. Then a monster ate him. Winter Thompson, despite appearances, is a top-notch sprinter and has extra sanity points. Turns out, running and dicking people over are far more important than what I had previously assumed were good survival skills. Also making another guy to be a middle-weight prize fighter for a 1920's game.
Is never really this clean. I just cleaned it off so I could lay those papers out on it. If only I had the spunk or gumption to actually finish that comic. It started out so well and just turned into a horrible endless morass. But that's what I get for not planning things out ahead of time and then letting them go for weeks on end.
Things on my drafting table: 8 semi-finished pages of Jack In, Lobster Ladd mini-comic, Jet City Rollergirls program I designed, a blank prototype mini-comic I made, Justice League Magnificent 7 comic, and a copy of William Gibson's Spook Country.
Terrible drawing. I just wanted to remember the outfit this girl was wearing. This is what I get for not blocking out my idea before hand. Off balance, weird angles of things. Anyway, she had nice tits.
Melody wasn't quick enough on the draw. Josie must suffer through all the pains of "birth."I apologise to all my African-American readers for my depiction of Valerie Brown. She started out with an "Aw hell no!" expression, but it turned into more of an "Oh lordy-lordy! I don't know nothing bout no xenomorphs!" Though I will not apologize for immediately thinking of putting in a word bubble with "Don't go in there!" next to her head.