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Before which the days slipped away

Posted in Sketch, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , on 27 February, 12 by cantocomics

…unnoticed, like the pages of a Dean Koontz novel or a stack of $1 bills.
I’ve been off the internet for a minute or two, but I’ve been busting my hump working full time, trying to fulfill some commissions (more on these as they are completed) and participating in Paul and Lena’s Drawn-Out Storytelling a couple of weeks ago, the images for which I shall share with you below.

I was tasked with illustrating a harrowing tale of post-graduate rootlessness by a gentleman named Eric Feldman, whose work I would link you to were I able to find any of it on the internet. Mr. Feldman uprooted himself from an unrewarding desk job at a legal firm in order to brave the stares, tepid water, mosquitoes, and urine-soaked rats of the Sri Lankan wilderness. Makes for good drawin’, let me tell ya. Check the alt text for jokes.

I’d have colored these if I’d had the time, but dang, ya’ll, a full time job ain’t no joke. I WILL, however, be back again soon. There’s new stuff up on the tumblr all the time, though, so if you need a base hit of Canto to stop the trembling and get the bugs out of your skin,you know where to point your peepers.



Posted in Conventions, Diary, Sketch with tags , , , , on 12 December, 11 by cantocomics

This weekend at Dragon’s Lair Comics and Fantasy in beautiful Austin was the third annual Webcomics Rampage mini convention!

It was a great little show–a wide selection of webcomickers showed up to hawk their wares and hold panel discussions in the back room. The one pictured above was a general-interest discussion, kept lively primarily by the witty banter of Joel Watson of Hijinks Ensue (5th from R), Jeph Jacques of Questionable Content (house left of Joel), and R.K. Milholland of Something Positive(blocked by a blond giant). It was pretty inspiring to hear these folks talk about their work and how devoted they are to their craft. It was a bit of a kick in the pants for ol’ Carl, who hasn’t really been working as hard as he could be on this whole comics thing. To be remedied.

Thanks to all the great cartoonists who came out in addition to those linked above: Josh Lesnick of Girly and Slipshine (Dr. Voluptua is even sexier in print), Bill Williams of Lone Star Press and Side-Chicks, David Willis of Shortpacked! and Dumbing of Age (Sorry if I drew your head weird, dude), Rob DenBlyker of Cyanide and Happiness, Danielle Corsetto of Girls with Slingshots, and Nicholas Gurewitch of Perry Bible Fellowship (Sorry I didn’t draw you in there, I couldn’t see you. I know you look like Jesus or Charles Manson, though).

I’ll post solo images of these folks on the tumblr later today. Stay warm, amigos.

I know what landscapes look like.

Posted in As if you cared, Paint, Sketch, We Mobile with tags , , , , , , on 8 September, 11 by cantocomics

Here, have some watercolors from a recent trip to Maine:

That’s what I assume must be Thomas Point.

This one was penciled on-site at Pemaquid Point, then inked, blown up, and watercolored over back here in the Junc. That’s Jess in the pic.

Also, this happened:

Legs, shoes, tartar sauce.

Sorry if I’m not as verbose as normal this week; there are a scant six days left before I hit the road, and I’m freaking out a bit for a wide variety of reasons. Is it weird that I’m only moderately less stressed about this move than I was about thesis?

Observed: Lebanon,NH; Work business

Posted in As if you cared, Sketch, Uncategorized, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , on 1 September, 11 by cantocomics

A woman walking a child on a leash:

The leash looked like a stuffed animal, which was perplexing for a variety of reasons. Did the manufacturers of this product  want to  lull the child into forgetting the fact that it’s being treated like a pet?  Ease the eventual emotional trauma with soft fuzzy embraces?

Also, while I was working at my day job (housekeeping for a local installment of a national chain hotel), my supervisor found this note:

My supervisor asked me to draw part of this, so I did:

Putting my MFA to good use, to be sure.

There are literally 13 days until I move back to Texas. I aims to update this here blogamajig  at least  two more times before that happens. Here’s hoping I can actually manage that.

The Esteemed Doctor Sketchy presents an Evening of highly scientifickal and edufying Diversion

Posted in As if you cared, Sketch with tags , , , on 8 August, 11 by cantocomics

So last Wednesday, the local Dr. Sketchy’s Drink-and-Draw was held in White River Junction’s humble American Legion. Our theme? Steampunk Extravaganza!

Note: No clocks were dismantled, sewn unnecessarily to patent-leather boots, or otherwise harmed in the making of this blog post.

I had the pleasure of accompanying the typically well-groomed Msr. Radical Warren to this event, which was organized by none other than the remarkable Miss Phoebe, who, according to all readily available information, organizes all of the good Doctor’s clinics in this locale.

In drawing our remarkable models for this event (The dashing Landship Lieutenant Nathaniel Flint, at left, and the darling Lady Kirst Callahan, below at right) my thoughts wandered toward what it is about steampunk couture that irks me (This line of reasoning had very little to do with the models, I assure you, dear reader! It should have become relatively clear to longterm visitors that your humble narrator’s likes and dislikes have very little basis in communally-defined reality).

What is irritating for me about steampunk is precisely what interests me about it: It’s a simultaneous fetishization of past and future, the retroactive production of a time that never was, a fusion of Victorian culture and post-modern technology that somehow manages not to retain the essence of either of the two. This is somewhat problematic for me–I’d have the amount of suffering in a society (particularly in one as rigidly stratified as the Victorian Empire) exaggerated rather than downplayed. Granted, I don’t think it would be terribly fun to cosplay a cholera victim, or child laborer or, you know, a consumptive prostitute who’s never been to a dentist. But I guess that’s what makes it a fetishization–willful idealization and intentional glossing of the facts (and I guess that makes my fetish human misery on a societal scale? No wonder I’m so happy all the time.).

Do not, however, take this as a blanket statement of annoyance with all things steampunk, oh impetuous reader; I thoroughly enjoyed the inventiveness of Gibson and Sterling’s The Difference Engine, the energetic drawing and familiar setting of Kazu Kibuishi’s woefully out-of-print Daisy Kutter: the Last Train (published, it should be added, by Texas indies Viper Comics), Moore and O’Neil’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and, for goodness’ sake, everything ever about Trigun (no, those don’t get hotlinked. If you don’t know what they are, I don’t know how you got here.).

Also, putting extraneous gears on things (my chest excluded) seems a waste of perfectly good gears to me.

I leave you with what I thought were to two best of my inked sketches from the event, which oddly enough happened one-after-the-other. Lady Callahan, Lt. Flint, if you want me to scan these in a way that is more legible but less ‘authentic,’ just give a holler.

Anyway, this evening was a lot of fun, and a great excuse to draw boots and hats. Thanks, Miss Phoebe!

HORNS UP, NH!; Zé do Caixão

Posted in As if you cared, Diary, Sketch, Sound, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 26 June, 11 by cantocomics

Friday night, Jess took me to a show in Newport, NH, at which there was much moshing, metal, and mayhem. Some really great local metal bands played: TEETH, Rumors of Betrayal, Ballast, Twisted Legacy, Wake the Sleeping, etc.

I’m an almost complete newbie to metal. I was scared of it till recently, okay?

The covers of the records have death and stuff on them and a lot of the vocals sound like a low blood sugar Cookie Monster. This shouldn’t have made much of a difference to me–my favorite band sounds more or less like a bunch of Germans having a pipe fight in a sheet metal factory*–but a difference was made nonetheless. So this was my first ‘real’ metal show, aside from having seen Meatsaw play in Manchester not too long ago.

Consider me a convert, dudes.

There was such great energy in that little club that my drawing style changed from the normal curve-and-hatch approach (seen in the pics above) to this angular, energetic, cartoony approach which I guess has more in common with Jesse Mead’s stuff than anything I normally do.

I kinda like it.

More on the show so that I can place the rest of the images without resorting to creating a slideshow: Jess and a few of her friends noted that the crowd had really changed in the past year or so. Upon hearing this, I looked around and saw that there were dozens of high school or middle school-aged kids throwing ‘bows and jumping around like most of the other patrons. What does this say about the youth of today?  That they are unsatisfied by the overproduced pop confections offered them by mainstream media? That they have deep seated angst and antisocial tendencies? That they like double-kick drums? WHO KNOWS WHAT LURKS IN THE HEART OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER?

I kept mostly to the back, being somewhat ill, intimidated by the mad press of pubescents toward the stage, and in the middle of a very important beer. And then another beer. And some drawings.

Everybody I spoke with was somehow involved with the bands, or knew someone who was involved–Seth Rogan Bro was a member of one of them, I think. I wish I had gotten the dude’s name instead of just being the creep drawing him from the back of the room. Sorry, Seth Rogan Bro. I didn’t mean to seem pervy or whatevs. Here’s some drawings of you on the internet.

Towards the end of the night (I think during TEETH’s set, actually–you can see all of it on the YouTube), the aforementioned youngsters’ parents showed up to whisk them away to their comfortable domiciles. You could tell that these people felt incredibly out of place–there was a man with a well-groomed salt-and-pepper mustache who looked like he had just found a mummified finger in his oatmeal. I guess they were waiting till the end of the set before they grabbed their young ruffians by the ears and dragged them to the car whilst spouting invective against that ‘devil music.’ I’m exaggerating, of course–these were probably people who were blasting Black Sabbath and Zep in the middle of the night, much to the chagrin of their parents, who had done the same thing with Chuck Berry and Buddy Holly records a scant few years prior. We all know how it goes.

Anyway, the metal scene in New Hampshire is, it would seem, incredibly vibrant, and taking on new recruits just as fast as the old tyros must retire in order to take care of their kids or whatever. I’m really thankful that Jess helped me get over my fear of metal–it’s not something I ever would have done on my own.** \m/

Tangentially related: at a recent Movie Night, Steve Bissette showed a couple of José Mojica Marins’ Coffin Joe films, including 2008’s brutally uncompromising Encarnaçáo do Demônio/ Embodiment of Evil. I’ve been watching the other films in the series over the past couple of weeks, and each one has given me weirder dreams than the last. So I decided to do some more PS coloring practice.Thank god for Google translator.(It was also an excuse to look up words in Portuguese, a language about which I know next to nothing, aside from the fact that it favors accent marks and using Ç’s.).

More to come, sooner rather than later, I hope.

*Also, I  listen to MERZBOW, for chrissakes.

**There are also some drawings of Matt Verdine, the vocalist of Twisted Legacy aquí y aquí. I could only barely see him from where I was standing/drawing/drinking,  and the rest of the band was obscured by adolescents. Sorry dudes! Holler if you want me to draw you, I guess.

Strip Show; 90s ‘alt’ rock

Posted in Comics Pages, Sketch, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , on 16 June, 11 by cantocomics

Drawn in the Manchester, NH Airport between the hours of ten and midnight. Are you at all familiar with the pick-up line being referenced here? If you aren’t, then this probably just seems misogynist and mean.

The next one, aside from the obvious part, was drawn in Sarasota, FL between seven and ten am. You might have to click on it to see, but it’s animated!

I’m not sure whether or not that one was funny. Also, computer coloring! The best education money could buy didn’t make me a genius at it. I’ll just have to practice at it like the rest of ya’ll bustaz.

It feels really good to post on here again! I’ll probably lay another post on you either later this week or early next. (because yeah, I do intend to make good on the promise I made that I was going to post more often.)

The idea for the next drawing slapped me in the face while I was driving 70 miles an hour on I-89 in New Hampshire. So I pulled onto the shoulder and dashed out a sketch. It was only once I got home that I said to myself, “hey waitaminnit, isn’t this the same image as on the cover of seminal and somewhat irritating 90s alt-rock sensation Third Eye Blind’s self-titled record?”
No, is the answer. Thank God.

I’ll see you again sooner than you think, my darlings.