Distraction Squad

A bunch of funny looking young women joined a squad to fight corporate embezzlement and crime. They're Morna, the nerdy one, Callisto, the one with the muscle, Alizee, the contemplative storyteller, as well as Penny, Gertrude, Tai, Rachel, Yeller, Dell, MooMoo, Zerene, Kancy, with the occasional appearance of the Mim, Es, Toots, Yav, Pru, Des, Helia, Kim, Soo-Anne and Jacqueline. Or maybe these are just sketches of girls I did around town.






In addition here are some buildings I sketches when I was intoxicated.

Goodbye Lines, Hello Post-Graduation Doldrums

On the ship of my art, I have discovered that my first mate, those thick black lines I think so highly of, nay, those lines that I think of as the sons i ne'er had, have been CAVORTING AND CANOODLING with the captain's daughter. Those outlines leave me no choice but to give them a quick trial at sea and jettison them into the heedless deep.

I think drawing without outlines for a while will advance my awareness of volume, composition and color, maybe about 5 or 6 experience points. So I give you a sketch of my fellow animator Justin Webber and the main cast of Michael Crichton's thrilling bio-disease novella, Sherlock Holmes (Watson, Moriarty, and Ian Malcolm).


I also highly recommend any discerning fan of art, film, and especially cartoons, give David O' Reilly's art a gander- hopefully in twenty years all cartoons will look like this, and not some fucking Seth McFarlane green three-dee singing Dreamworks goblin or some shit.


OCTOCAT ADVENTURE 1-5 (HD) from David OReilly on Vimeo.

Mesmerini's and Hallucinations

Some Post-graduation catching up here. The first comes from the summer period; I co-created two characters, the Mesmerini brothers, two vaguely molest-intent intensive twin brothers who had inherited their occupation from a long line of hypno-mesmerists. They take baths together and have a roughly 9-year old's conception of sexuality, but they like embarassing women and hugging each other, before retiring at twilight time to their ancestral mansion with their controlling mother (not pictured).

The next comes from Last Christmas (2007) when I was a-visiting Boston to see my comrade and home-skillet, Alex, (whose blog you can find in my links section). We were tripping on acid, and I seem to have translated my class frustrations and fear of 1970s swim coaches into this strange piece of work. there are pizza grease stains on the paper.

I also 'stumbled' upon some nudie art blogs I'm very in love with; I've always fearfully considered my place in erotic art, maybe I'm still too much of a prude though. I'm adding Hellstroem, Colleen Coover, and @$$ and Siouxme to my recommended readings list!

A Guide To Dating Myself

A did a little comic for Tuesday Bassen's zine thing, the Tuesday whose blog you can find in the links section a little to the left of this post. I guess the comic is about dating me in some obscure capacity. I am way to bored and burnt out to explain anything, but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't know what to say. I think maybe that dating me is a pretty bad idea.

Suicide Food

If you're like me, you must agree that there's nothing more weird and pathetic than an animal mascot promoting a meat-eating establishment, especially when the meat that's being eaten is their own. Anthropomorphic salmon urging you to consume seafood, cartoon chickens selling out their brothers and sisters for perhaps just a few more days of sweet life. If there was a restaurant that served humans I would sooner perish with honor than prolong my tortured life by acting as a treasonous jester for my captors, but apparently many, many cartoon animals feel differently. The blog Suicide Food, which I am also adding to my links, is a list of these sad race traitors, it puts their faces up there on the internet for everyone to see so that maybe someday when one of these schmucks is out getting milk or renting a movie on some calm, normal night, BOOM! they get a taste of what they send their poor compadre's to every single fucking day. Justice.

Shapeshifting Owl Freakout

The editing for this video and the presentation of the owl's abilities are almost more hilarious than the owl's talents itself. Oh, wonderful Japanese TV standards. If mother nature gets any cooler we should bomb her.

Mysterious Mose-San

Another puppet-type animation short film, this time from the lonely volcanic island of Japan, located somewhere in the Asiatic seas. It's kind of a creepier, Asian answer to Mysterious Mose, done by the techno-pop group Denki Groove, and contains many actual spirits and monsters. The song is the intro for Hakaba Kitaro, an animated series about a one-eyed boy who fucks about with ghosts and stuff.

That's Mysterious Mose!

A brilliant puppet short film that involves cut out animation, stop motion, and shadow animation! Mark Caballero and Seamus Walsh did this. It's one of the most engaging and encouraging pieces to come out of the animation world in some time. I believe their studio, screen-novelties.com, is working on a lot of exciting stop-motion projects right now, especially in collaboration with the Cartoon Network. The song itself is based on an old-timey ballad about a spooky black man. Go figure.

A Review

a horrible old hag who has no idea about the basic tenets of criticism or youth tries her hand at reviewing the delightful, albeit over-marketed Ellen Page vehicle, Juno. She makes a mess of it, and all over it, resulting in the literary equivalent of one of those videos where the guy tries to skate down a railing and crotches himself. This is collegehumor.com of reviews. I feel guilt, but not regret, for exposing anyone to it.
Phyllis Schlafly reviews Juno

Pierpoint on Quay

Just a very Miyazaki-influenced sci-fi drawing I forced from my syphilitic fingers.
also, if you have the time, inclination and interest, please read this article on transsexual body image written by a good comrade.
transsexual antinomy Very solid stuff.

Janus Korczak Lino-Print

Dr. Janusz Korczak emerged from world war 1, in which he was an officer in the polish army, with a vision that children constitute a disticnt class with their own psychology and political identity. he anounced that he would become their Karl Marx. He founded an orphanage in which children governed themselves. They would even come to form their own religion and publish their own newspaper.

The Children's Republic became an ideal for orpahanages all over the world. Its orderliness and spirit were such that when the SS arrived, the children marched through the ghetto behind their flag (King Matt's flag, King Matt being the imaginary Child King of the World). Korczak had been offered sanctuary on the “Aryan side” of Warsaw but turned it down repeatedly, saying that he could not abandon his children. Now too, he refused offers of sanctuary, insisting that he would go with the children. The children were dressed in their best clothes, and each carried a blue knapsack and a favorite book or toy. Joshua Perle, an eyewitness, described the procession of Korczak and the children through the ghetto to the Umschlagplatz (deportation point to the death camps):

... A miracle occurred. Two hundred children did not cry out. Two hundred pure souls, condemned to death, did not weep. Not one of them ran away. None tried to hide. Like stricken swallows they clung to their teacher and mentor, to their father and brother, Janusz Korczak, so that he might protect and preserve them. Janusz Korczak was marching, his head bent forward, holding the hand of a child, without a hat, a leather belt around his waist, and wearing high boots. A few nurses were followed by two hundred children, dressed in clean and meticulously cared for clothes, as they were being carried to the altar. (...) On all sides the children were surrounded by Germans, Ukrainians, and this time also Jewish policemen. They whipped and fired shots at them. The very stones of the street wept at the sight of the procession.
According to a popular legend, when the group of orphans finally reached the Umschlagplatz, an SS officer recognized Korczak as the author of one of his favorite children's books and offered to help him escape, but once again, Korczak refused. He boarded the trains with the children and was never heard from again.


in Yad VashemSome time after, there were rumors that the trains had been diverted and that Korczak and the children had survived. There was, however, no basis to these stories. Most likely, Korczak was killed with his children in a gas chamber upon their arrival to Treblinka. There is a memorial grave for him at the Powzki Cemetery in Warsaw.

done on rice paper

Professor James Moriarty

A Valentine's Day painting from quite some time ago.

A Blackadder by any other name

Some fan-art based on one of my favorite British comedy series, Blackadder, about a recurring malcontent/creep, Edmund Blackadder, who through each era of British history tries to backstab and kill his way to becoming King of England.
pictured: (from left to right, though not in order of cunning) The Mini-brained Prince Regent, George, Lord Edmund Blackadder the First, of the court of Elizabeth, Captain E Blackadder, of the Hull 3rd Battalion, Baldrick, a wretchedly stupid dogsbody, Lord Blackadder the time traveller, later King Edmund the third, and The Mad Queen Elizabeth the first.

"The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade,
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter,
Beware the deadly flashing blade,
Unless you want to end up shorter.
Black Adder, Black Adder, with many an cunning plan.
Black Adder, Black Adder, you horrid little man."
- a popular Anglo-Saxon rhyme