Saturday, March 26, 2011

mask: origins

Once upon a time, in a department far far away, there was a sheet of paper. Now this piece of paper was not like any of the others. This sheet had something extra special (or something missing, depending on who you talk to). He did look like all the other papers from the ream, clean, super bright, 20lb, but from his tippy top there had been cut a triangle, and this is what made him special.

Most people say a dark gic wizard cursed him to be this way. Others claim is was a band of the ill natives who cut out his heart but left his soul that sad day in february. Whatever truly happened to him will probably never be known, and it matters little to the events that happened next.

It was the dead of night, where owls only whisper and not even the stars dare to shine, and lab rats from across the land overrun the luminous western macintosh forests of the great kingdom of CJ. There in the northern most forrest, where the macintoshes begin to yield to the towering hewlett packards, lay our hero. Triangulated and abandoned by the printers, left for dead by whoever indeed left him, this poor piece of paper lay hopeless and alone. Shivering on the table, he'd look over often at the other misfits and misprints, wondering what their fate may be. What his fate may be. The trash can quietly sat across the room and watched him, knowing patience would bring its reward, and dinner too. Our piece of paper knew his life would be short.

What he didn't know was that evening one maiden from the third level of the icy northern caves was traveling through these very forests. Walking by him, she stopped. She noticed something peculiar about this piece of paper. From his heart had been cut a perfect equilateral triangle. A stranger thing the maiden had never seen. She picked him up to examine him further when an idea fell from the fluorescent heavens and struck her all at once. She knew what was fated to be done.

Without a moment of hesitation she pulled her magic micron from its sheath and waved it about, making mark upon mark along the surface of the noble sheet. The fluorescent tubes flickered, screens dimmed, and some say even glitter flitted through the air just then. The maiden donned the paper. It was then he realized his great destiny - to become, the mask. He toured the forests with the maiden, making friends of Sir Brett, Chandler of the Round, and many others. With ceremonial push pin, he was appointed to the board of the fifth circle of CJ, where he lived happily ever after.

The End.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

late light

A larger oil painting (18"x24"?) for class done over the course of four short sessions around 5:15-5:45pm. It's in the area off to the side behind the bayou apartments and a pretty good contrast to the rest of campus. I approached this one a little different than I usually paint, and it was lots of fun. Gotta pay more attention to surface build up though - keep those darks thin and lights thick so the darks don't catch light and the lights get some more solidity. The right came out pretty nice, but the left isn't quite up to the same level.

Process shot here


Stupid drawing time with the great Kendra Phillips!

Lot's of little one word "draw offs". Topics (if I remember correctly) included xylophone (I only now just realized that phonetics messed me up on that one), french fries, triangles, toothpaste, finding the beauty within, giraffe, moose masseuse, Adam chicken, and monkey brains. 'Twas lots of good old fashioned fun to say the least.

These were part of the 101211 sketchbook but, like the recent figure drawings, I wanted to give them a post of their own. (:

sketchbook retrospecitve 101211

Yet another sketchbook, this one from December 11th 2010 to around February 26th 2011.

Includes stuff from chinese takeout, diner theaters, starbucks, don pablos, chillin with the guys, class, open mic night, thumbnails for painting, valentines day, and stupid time at applebees.

Ebony pencils and those really thick microns that are practically markers are the greatest. They really are.

Friday, March 11, 2011


Stole away to FEWS for a little bit (:

sketchbook retrospecitve 101017

Sketchbook from October 17th 2010 to the beginning of winter break. That one filled up fast. There were a lot less notes, but there's some pieces from Max Howard and a presentation on title sequences. Also, I had lots of fun drawing kids on the playground when I went to my mom's school with her (last couple of images). It's one of the most difficult, interesting, and rewarding places to draw.

Monday, March 7, 2011

sketchbook retrospective 091216

I realized a while ago how little sketchbook stuff I have been posting these last couple of years. Since my last real substantial sketchbook post I have filled about 5 sketchbooks. Most of it is people watching, that's a big part of what I do. Intermixed with drawings are notes. ...Lots of notes (probably 1/3 of this book was solid words). I've tossed a few useful tidbits in with the drawings as I came across them. Most things are common knowledge, but it's good to be reminded from time to time. So without further ado, here are the highlights of my sketchbook from Dec 16th, 2009 to Fall 2010.

Tune in soon for more sketchbookery. It's a pain in the butt to scan these suckers but I'm hoping to get it all up during spring break.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

if - warning

A warning about scissors and keeping the appropriate amount of digits.

again, no inventory in the mailroom this friday. Couple that with an anthroplogie catalog found in the trash and some scrap wood found over at the woodshop and we arrive at what you see above.

illustration friday