Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
sketches outta my lil blue book. all scribbled with a ballpoint and colored with a highlighter.
my character Bambuda is on pg 2, the dude with cornrows. if you steal that idea/character, make your peace with ev'ryone, 'cuz when i find you... woodchipper city. enjoy!
i used to write, unfortunately it was before i came up with "PAVE". i'll still cut anybuddy using this tag. i keep a hatchet in my car for just such occasions, yes, the escort. stop laffing at me. this little piece rests in the pages of one of my sketchbooks, sadly it'll never getting thrown up on any walls.
i like dinos. this was a profile drawring of a sculpture i made for a head rotation exercise whilst attending the prolific Vancouver Film School for Classical Animation in British Columbia, Canada. i wished i had known that traditional animation skills are as useless today as being a spelling bee champ in today's "text abbreviated" world. LOL! GFY!!
this one is how most jackholes on the road think it's their personal playground and get mad at any drivers who dare disturb their daily mission to endanger ev'ryone. this is how i believe they view the traffic signs: what they actually say and what the a-holes see. i wished i had lived in l.a. during the 1990's when f-f-folks could drive around with firearms killing each other. i woulda had a field day. ask me about my plans to have a "justifiable homicide day" once a year.
this is how i get from A to B. i guess the "in style" feature is not standard with this ride. also, "escort" is another way of saying "whore". i used a sticky note pad as canvas and array of highlighters, ballpoints and sharpie markers as medium (how appropriate).
This lil sequence's about a fictional sneaker that allows you to outrun your annoying shadow (actually a dude dressed entirely in black following you around). i still think it's a funny thing, so if you get crafty and want to nick it, think again, 'cuz i will cut you.
anotha B/W piece... i imagine this room to smell very bad. maybe the old spinster who used to live here died alone and became the catfood herself. Animal services came when neighbors called about the awful stench filling the neighborhood, they never found the lonely, ol' octagenarian's corpse however. Boy, that's funny.