today's topic was "nightmare face." this is the nightmare that would drive my wife far, far away from me. we limited it to 25 minutes. so this was 25 minutes... plus a couple minutes. i'd like some more time with it. out back, with a bat.
we got together, the concept artists, and drew something on the theme of "forest fires." here's my pitiful contributions.
i feel great today. this is from a photo nicole took of me when i carved out a lemmy style connected mustache. i'm sure there's an official name for this kind of facial topiary. this took me much longer than i had thought it would. i'm trying to speed up my painting techniques to compete with these super fast sketchy fellows that started at work here. i'm still a long way away from breaking into that mind set. yes. well, enjoy it.
this guy is closer to the doodle in my meeting notes i mentioned yesterday. although, now that i'm looking at both, i see i lost a few delicious bits from the doodle. like the placement of the ears in my doodle were lower and more wonky giving his head a more bowed look. he also looks more bewildered in my doodle. someday i'll post this much lauded doodle, and you will all be disappointed. i can hear it now, "seriously bob, this is what you obsess over everyday? you are one sad sack."
that's ok, i'm comfortable with my oddities.
i've done a few little doodles here and there of the wee vampire. i'm not too thrilled about this one, came out a little bland compared to the groovy little sketches done in the margins of some meeting notes. i want to see if i can finish those and post them up someday.
i don't yet have one at home, but they installed one for me to use at work. it's wonderful! it's the kind of moment that calls for a choreographed musical number.
this is a lunchtime memory sketch. saw this kid heading to school yesterday morning.
i was listening to a book on tape, or a series of books i believe, a few weeks ago. it's a rather iconic figure, but i thought i'd take a slightly different approach. see if you can tell who i meant it to be. i'll not take offense if you can't tell, i have been quite terrible lately. oh and this is almost a month old. i'm awful.
not a human of course, but a cintiq. i drew this on my good friend brandon's cintiq. i lust after one. perhaps one day enough to stop playing so much warcraft and work towards getting one for myself. wouldn't that be something? yes it would. this was probably about 20 minutes or so. not that i find myself to be amazing, but working on a cintiq gives me delusions of super powers. i will now be open to taking contributions for a cintiq fund. you know where i live. oh, and here's the inspiration/source photo.
while not quite summer, it was unseasonably warm the last couple of days. it was in the 60s yesterday i believe, so it's like a mini summer in january. going outside with out a coat, all the windows in the house are open. it's rather delicious. tell me again why we moved away from the land of perpetual summer... i forget. trying to get back into the working... groove... slot... rut... thing after the bliss of the do-nothing holidays. here's the morning warmup... although in truth i got warmed up earlier making fancy drawings on the back conference room whiteboard for an upcoming Important Meeting. incidentally, my drawin' shoulder is killing me. can't seem to figure out why.
oh, here's the source URL
i probably should have gone much more crusty on him now that i look at it. scaled down it doesn't look as wrinkly as i thought it would. oh well. overall i'm sort of pleased.
who it is?
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i don't remember when it was that i started hating the christmas, but i do. corporate greed, tradition, holiday music, seasonal cookies, the shame of gift reciprocity, and the artificial imposition of family gathering to participate in all the above. it all rubs me the wrong way.
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here's a preview of the latest game i worked on. it's encouraging. i doodled a santa clause, but it was on a postit. i have no scanner accesses here. sorry. right now i'm painting a government building visitor lobby sort of thing. slightly above drawing stairs.
morning warmup before i have to paint pipes and hand rails. weeeeeeeee
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it's one of those days that the clocks stop and nothing good comes out of my fingers. in an effort to kickstart myself so i could draw cinderblocks and rails, i did this quick kinda self-portrait. i probably don't have such a cromagnon brow, but it's funny lookin.
sigh. back to drawing stairs.
i'm sure that at the last moment of lucidity at my annihilation all my shitty drawings will be there... mocking me as that dark night tightens its drowning noose.
i'm drawing hallways at work. it could be worse. actually, the most horrifying thing about today (besides this sorry excuse for a doodle) was that i used the last of my soda funds for a tasty and cold dew. now i am quite popless.
all told, if these are the worst things that have happened to me lately, i'm a very fortunate little artist, am i not?
oh, and the source: --clickish--
i didn't so much copy this one as i gave it a good stare to begin with, then closed the window out and tried to draw the thing from memory. holy crap i just saw her left hand again and realized that it is horribly the wrong size. wow i'm awesome. i'll file this one under "want to die."
in my original plan, the bricks were going to look cooler. in fact, the whole background just let me down. i really should have tried harder. yeah, i suck.
i'm behind the times, i know. this weekend i finally put god mode on god of war to bed. the first god of war that is. it's mostly useless, but the game had been calling me names. at night, that lidless red eye stared at me. it watched me undress and mocked my doughy bellies. when i had my back turned, i swear the game was stealing my cookies. i draw the line at violating my cookie stash. sigh, if only i really did have a cookie stash. why are cookies so satisfying? is it the crunchy? the sugar injection? i don't know, but i'm working myself into a cookie frenzy.
i wonder why kratos never slipped in the puddles of blood he left everywhere he went. not very badass, i suppose. i'd love to have gotten that animation assignment though. especially since he's so top heavy. also, has anyone noticed that his blades are tethered to his wrists much like a toddler might have a balloon or even mittens hobbled? one can then perhaps understand kratos' uncontrollable and irrational rage problems. oh how the wee tikes must have tormented the poor kid for showing up to school with his mittens attached to giant chains burned into his wrists. perhaps the olympians should have had a god of counseling that could have helped the nascent diety. but then how would they sell a sequel? god of recovering rageaholics just doesn't have the same appeal. i don't suppose a group therapy minigame would hold the same excitement as repeatedly slamming some irritating horse demi-god's head in the door he had been guarding.
maybe i should shut up and start my day already.
yeah, here's the fruit of my lunch. not the fruit that i ate for lunch. in fact, i did not eat fruit for lunch. lunch was fairly dull. that is, it wasn't very interesting until some co-workers started to discuss their favorite bad horror films. my favorite part was when one fellow referred to one of the characters as tom petty. the other fellow cried, "no!" in anguish. amusements!
anyway, here's the little sketch that i started with. i doodled this quite a while ago. i can't say i'm entirely happy with how it turned out. i always lose something from doodle to what could almost be called, "painting." i suppose that could could be eliminated by what one might call "time," and perhaps even something as elusive as "practice." mind you these are all over-exaggerated air quotes. 
