jest

Guess which one I own.

relic

I was poking around some zdrive backups and found this.  I'm not sure, but I've come to think it's a really angry cat.  Timestamp reads 1/6/2012 12:44 AM and my foggy memory tells me that I was in the 24 hour labs using ms paint.

Now that I've got my desktop back up and working, things scanned, and pictures dumped there will probably be some updates on here as I start sifting through things.

dragons

d is for dragons all up in dis manuscript.

things that are on the internet now

The Ballad of Poisonberry Pete! (made by Adam Campbell, Uri Lotan, and myself!) (It's our thesis!)


My demo reel! (!)


My 24-hour film! (It's really stupid, sorry!) (I made it for Ashlyn Anstee's annual film fest MANIMATE!) (Check out the other films!)

pairings

in the furture...

January 24th, 2012: Josh and I strike gold with an idea.

resolution

Fitness is for squares, literally.

dearly departed denim

I may have lost a pair of pants, but I've gained a friend.

24 hour film

I finally made one.



This actually happened to my friend Eddie on his first day in LA. It was so completely absurd we ended up quoting it all summer long and I eventually made this too. This was done in photoshop then timed and jittered up in After Effects. I had never done anything like this before and it was a lot of fun. I'm a touch ashamed that this is on the internet, but it seems that's pretty common for 24 hour films...

Done for the Ashlyn's first Manimate.

things I have drawn

I'm sorry.

if - bicycle

Steep hills are scary.


No mailroom inventory => find stuff and put it together time.

This particular incident features a torn discarded priority mail box, discarded bubble wrap (rain cloud), a used pink package slip, gouache, a paper clip, and an animal cracker (horse, pony, or similar ungulate). Oh, and photoshop too.

For Ilustration Friday, topic: bicycle.

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.

vignettes

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. (:

finding beauty

Some stuff I did for a silent auction for charity. Lots of fun (:

thugz

Made stuff for the Character Design Bi-Weekly today (topic: Thugs with ugly mugs)!

My mom's a first grade teacher and I go in at the beginning of every year to help her set up her classroom. Helping usually means playing with all the awesome toys :). I had tons of manipulatives at my disposal including pattern blocks, links, milk caps, stacking rings, buttons, and snap cubes (not to mention all the office supplies).





Drawing based on the first dude; he was my favorite.


Here's a thug for life. Cut him and he'll make you cry.
This guy was tons of fun to make. Ears and nose are made out of thin (bust strong) blue plastic from the cover of an old planner from high school. The rest is gold acrylic gouache (for his teeth!), black acrylic gouache, holbein ink, and of course 1 onion. Balancing on onion on your wrist, even with tape, is not as easy as it would seem.

meowmix

Hoping to develop some of these guys in the coming days.

I've been reading a lot of books lately. I just finished up one on Aubrey Beardsley and Kim Elam's Grid Systems and am about to start on her book on typography. I'm also working through a book on pre-revolutionary Russian graphic design and just picked up Gruppe on Color and The Art of Robots today from the library. Gruppe's book is really amazing. I've only just started it but right away started taking notes - there's so many good things he says in it! I'll likely be posting some of my favorite quotes when I'm done with it too, seeing as how it's out of print and pretty expensive to acquire.

ca1

Because my favorite part about my simple poly exercises were my title cards, I'm not going to post them. These screen shots are more fun anyways.


Well, to start things off you always need a good breakfast, or a 3d paint placement map that looks like one.


Extrude and I had our differences. Graphics cards apparently aren't too fond of me either. I couldn't imagine why.


Penguin jugs, however, look like a promising invention


as do coincidental legos. I wish legos were as coincidentally found as pennies, then at least I'd be able to build stuff.


Colors hate me.


Ripping apart geometry is fun, always.


I have lots of great ideas, like cranking up the smooth on poorly made geometry and then turning on the vert ids. It makes for a pretty great fullview adventure, I must say.


What I learned this semester: buckets are cute, in a way that parallels first generation pikachus and toddlers.

thar be bars arounds these parts

This summer I did some fiddling with collage and the like. That's how this ended up happening. The speech bubble has a cut out transparency glued to it functions as a dry erase board. I also taped some rare earth magnets to the back of it and they do a fabulous job of holding it up, despite the weight. All the materials except for the glue, paint, and magnets I got for free too, they were just going to be thrown out unless claimed.

I ran out of paper...

...so I screwed around at the shooting station.