Monday, October 31, 2011

More Art. And I have to find a better way to do shit, really.

Posting stuff here so I can post it to the tumblr later.

One of these days I'll figure out how to do this shit up proper.






Will edit this post later.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Art. For reals, this time.

Well, thanks to a bout of Blizzard and Power Outage on the part of Scooter and a bit of Food poisoning on mine, we have a filler episode of Life Under Construction.

I rather enjoyed doing this piece, so much so that I've made a few variations:






Sort of like a low-rent Masumune Shirow without the nekkid anime chicks with the censored genitalia getting violated by naughty tentacles and tag-teamed by chicks, dudes, mythical beasts, Elder Gods, and what-not.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Not really art-related. Well, sort of but not really.

One of the many-- well, few, actually-- useful things I've learned on my foray into the great Green North over the weekend for that which passes for the day-job is to appreciate the dangers of showing someone up on their own turf-- In this particular case, it was quite the necessity as the local "talent," or rather, the gruppenführer of said local talent wasn't quite up to the level of quality needed for the task at hand.

His minions, however, especially the females of the species, were absolutely kick-ass wonderful and I would write glowing letters of recommendation for any of them if my name had any weight at all in the industry.

Anyway, the consequences of doing my job properly is that I could most likely be persona non grata in certain areas of the East Bay where the aforementioned gruppenführer and his second-in-command hold any sway.

That's neither here nor there, however, since I don't really plan on a life in the Life in the East Bay anytime soon.

It DOES, however, explain why some people no longer return my calls.

People are funny like that sometimes. And it only took me a field trip up north and getting my ass beat down brutally for the past four days to figure that one out.
 Also, one of my co-workers introduced me to their spouse's artwork.
He kicks ass and I'm jealous as fuck of his talent.