Archive for the Unsettling Category
…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.
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:
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.
I’ve been a bit creatively stalled the past month (also, incredibly lazy–hence the lack of updates.). Sorry, dudes, it happens to the best of us. But, in order to assuage the roaring guilt that has been stalking the back of my mind this July, I present to you CREAM 3: SPHERES, a comic whose physical incarnation has a stenciled cardboard cover. You may have bought one from me at a con. Or maybe not. Anyway, I’m not printing any more of them because they’re a tremendous pain in the ass, so those of you who don’t have print copies get to read it for free!
Here you go!
So yeah, there you go. There’s a lot of stuff that’s imperfect about this, but it’s probably my favorite piece from my first year at CCS. The assignment was to adapt one of Aesop’s fables into comic form. I picked one, sat and thought about it probably too long and in the wrong way, and ended up with the above monstrosity. I hope you liked it, I guess.
Also, people who came here searching for “Horse Genitalia” and “www.enemahospital.c0m,” I certainly hope this wasn’t too disappointing and that you eventually find what seek.
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.
In honor of CCS Appreciation Week, we present to you a 3-pager in what passes for our 60’s underground style:
SCARYGHOSTS aside, what can I say about CCS?
It has, genuinely, given me more practical information from two years of schooling than I got in the four years I received in my undergrad.
It has introduced me to some of the best friends I’ve ever had. There’s no denying it, we’re all a bunch of freaks. And us freaks gotta stick together, cos if we don’t, “they” win.
It’s full of people who are even more passionate than me (which is a weird thing, since I rely on said passion to see me through whatever project I’m working on), it’s populated with people more talented than me, and it’s jam-fucking-packed with cartoonists more social than I.
I completely fucking love CCS, and would not trade the time I have spent here for anything, even if it meant a book deal.**
So if you’re a cartoonist, and you’re serious about your art, and by some bizarre happenstance you’ve stumbled across this post, APPLY TO TO THE CENTER FOR CARTOON STUDIES. You’ve got nothing to lose.
*It should be noted that I’ve played pretty fast & loose with the architecture here. Deal with it.