Sunday, December 28, 2008

Hulk gets a boo boo.

Just a quick sketch today featuring The Hulk. Poor Hulk. I've always wanted to see him in a more mature storyline where the bullets just don't bounce off, giving more of a sense of danger with each encounter. Watching the movie (though really good) (the second one I mean, not the first one) (that one was horrible) you never get worried that maybe he might really get torn apart, but rather it seems like the action between two rival action figures from my younger years (25). I'd slam them into each other repeatedly screaming "BOOSH", the international word for action, with the ultimate victor left standing over his defeated foe. The action never seems real, just two cg action figures rubbing their nekid bodies and whatnot with no repricussions.

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Friday, December 26, 2008

Painting happy trees.

I am impatient. This fact should be well known to any who have spent three minutes in a car with me or witnessed me attempting to open a plastic container blister package of my latest gadget; some have witnessed both, at the same time. So if it takes longer than an hour to complete a drawing, I get antsy and usually save the project to some folder where it will rot in binary forever and go play Team Fortress. Today, a miracle happened, I spent 2 hours making this! Much thanks to Rambo 2 on Starz for keeping me entertained.

Anyhoo, this is a concept piece for a comic I'm working on con mi amigo (Spanish 1, look where ya got me). The character is a lead villain, a cannibal in the post apocolyptic future. This is a rare time in which I even try to paint, I've only done 6 so far, but something that I wish to puruse and get faster (and bopefully better) at.

Merry Christmas all...hmmm, shoulda drawn something more fitting.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

No Sense...

While watching Spider-Man 3 on Starz during the late nights, I noticed a glaring omission to Spider-Man's persona. The man has no spidey sense whatsoever. If there is a Spidey 4 I hope they add this to the corrections list along with firing Dunst and Maguire.

I still I'm in the minority when I say this is the best of the Spidey series since it was the closest to replicating the true frantic comic feel and not the emo sad sack slow tempo of the first two. Of course tampering with his origins and making his father's killer the Sandman made no sense and was as stupid as the Joker killing Bruce Wayne's fam in Batman 1.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A moment of reflection

Sometimes you just need to slow down and look at the world which surrounds you. It really is an amazing place filled with creatures that would be labeled far fetched if created with a palette and brush. And no, this didn't actually happen, it was a bee, not a butterfly.

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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

When hell freezes over...

Just a piece I did for art Jumble for the "Snow Monster" theme.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Yes Virginia...

I hate the Macy's Christmas ads. I don't know how this even passed through the viewing. As these uncaring titans of industry recite "Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" I am just struck by who they got to say it. I mean, Donald Trump? Martha Stewart? Calvin Klein? Was Gov. Rod Blagojevich busy? I thought of a new commercial they can use in case they are looking to make another one with some more caring souls.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

When I was young...

A piece I did for the Art Jumble for the theme of Street Fighter. Young Sagat and Ryu in more peaceful times.

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Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Based on a true story. Today I went into an Apple store to dress my 1st gen touch in some new clothes. An amazing spectrum awaited me of various space age technologies fit to protect my poor lil guy from the atrocities which occur in my pockets. Much to my horror, each case was for the new slimmer version. I pulled a local rep to my aid and asked him if any fit the 1st gen Touch, which produced an awkward 10 seconds as I motioned with my hands to form a 1st gen model comprised of air and he formed half words before he abandoned them in frustration. Finally I unsheathed my friend from his denim cage (my Ipod); in the pit of my stomach I felt shame like I had pulled out an Apple Newton. Silence was all he could muster as he regrouped for his exodus, he blurted in disgust "umm, you might check the racks". Smiling, I imagined his head as a spinning pinwheel and returned to my hunt. I eventually found one in the back of the rack behind some of the new cases, beat up and abused like an Atari 2600 game long forgotten by time. Check out the full comic here.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Wrong Choice.

I hate the at&t...err, ab&b commercials. Although I hate any ads where the competition is portrayed as incompetent, moronic, or evil (ahem, Apple) these go as far as calling anyone who is using a competitor's service an idiot through the words of the narrator who has been fired, horribly burned or otherwise left in a poorer condition than he would be if he had chosen their holy brand. I can't wait for the next commercials, maybe they can tie in with 9/11 and disgust me further.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008

Certain doom...

The vastness of space has always amazed me. We make these words like light years to help our minds grasp the size of something so stunningly large that it would make our heads hurt to even try to think about the size. Click here for the comic.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I would forget my head...

Based on actual events. I made it through the entire sewers, broke past the sentries, killed all spies and before me laid a herd of enemies unaware of the binary doom that was cast upon them. My medic hit the Uber and the Invulnerability clock started, I had 10 seconds or so of complete invincibility to lay waste to the entire offense and make way for our troops to get in and secure the briefcase which we lusted for. I fired off a rocket which missed, hitting the wall behind them sounding the OH CRAP alarms sending them scattering for cover like frightened gazel from the lion. The crosshairs set on a still unaware engineer working on his sentry, I pressed fire only to realize that my rocket launcher was out of ammo. 8 seconds of innefective shotgun blast later and my body supplied a recoat of red for their walls. Remember kids; rocket, reload, refill, repeat.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Love is a long walk.

Random sketch that one day I will turn into a piece. The closer you get, the more you have to die to yourself.