Showing posts with label Sketch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sketch. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

Sketchasaurus Rex

The Late Sketchaceaous Period was a dangerous time to be a mammal. The Lord is a very, very busy man.

















insanely more sketches


Sketching my pale little hands off as the summer approaches like a runaway ice cream truck!











Thursday, September 22, 2011

Tinker, Tailor, Animator

After maybe more than a year of ill-correspondence, I slither back to the quivering womb of blogspot with meagre offerings and vaguely apologetic overtures. Here are some mad visions I had while tripping the light fantastic in the mountains. They both seem to have something to do with jawbones and lightning, two of my favourite things.




Next, we have some off sketches of a den of sin I resided within during my London trip, Limazulu, and a stylish poster for a short film I acted in years ago.


And finally, sketches of old people from the Frankfurt airport (where they'll sooner eat your face off than light your cigarette for you) from and a pub in Harringey, uttering my fave Brit tabloid catchphrase. Don't ever say you I ain't done nothin' nice for you.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Everything is Fanart Illuminated

The Order of Practical Occultists are gender-swapped variant of a friend's comic characters, the Useless Psychic Society, involving college-chum ecto-boobery. I've also thrown in a new character evolution of the two protagonists (you can interpret one as antagonist if you really need to) of my 'Vagina Dialogues' short that I should be boarding out real soon. Sketches to sweeten the deal, see you next month at the hearing.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

It'll take forever to see what-I've-got

I love Tina Turner's Goldeneye! It's a real romp of a song and it sounds like someone is running kilojoules of honey through her neurons to get her to the appropriate volume of 'purr' to belt out "You'll never know, how Ah've watched you from the shadows as a chaaahhhhld..." it's almost inhumane. probably my favorite Bond song next to 'Nobody does it Better', and Johnny Cash's unused version of 'Thunderball'.
In any case- here's a nutty character duo, Mimschrift, and her vaudeville-themed Tim Curry-esque dad. I see them as either horror-hosts for Mim's ten year old classmates or bizarro bank-robbing supervillians:

next are two characters based on some voice recording work I did way back, and who I plan to use in a short character animation just once I get the designs down pat;

Then there's King Mayonnaise (tm) just saying 'what the fuck is this thing right here' (like he always does);

And some sketches left over from summer road trips; mostly down to the Noah's Ark water park in Wisconsin, and Hawkins, where I met up with my ex-roomie's musical kin;




Friday, June 18, 2010

Mel Savage and the Real-Life Downers String Quartet


First off, here's Melanie and Rex discussing what movie to rent before work. A nice little color study that I'm pretty proud of. I like Rex's half-applied sock.


Then we've got some sketches of people on the bus, as well as a self-portrait of the young artist, and some Mel Savage action poses; running! ranting! Body odor smelling! as well as her diminutive gay publishing agent, Fandogan Levi.






and for dessert, some restaurant/bar/public park sketches for lolcat imagining, youtube poop quoting friends.