Would You Like Flies With That?

Haha, I am so clever with the title.

Here are some cleaned-up-in-Flash dudes from those sketches from the other day. And they are rigged too!

Critters

Howdy,

Just some sketches of critters. I like some and hate others, but I didn't cut any out because I felt that it was important to show them all, illustrating the ups and downs of creation within a single drawing session.





I'm partial to the weird alligator and the fly-man on the second page.

Just A Reminder!

So I should have probably posted this sooner, but I have the official time and place for the screening of Glory of Humanity.

It is tomorrow, October 22, 2007 at 11:45 AM at the Harold Washington Cultural Center. I do believe that it is on S Kings Drive an 47th.

GOH is playing as part of the "Do The Right Thing" program, which lasts about 70 minutes or so.

It should be interesting, so check it out!

Trees

Heya,

Just a quick image I did in Flash. I wanted to try doing trees this way after I read some of Osamu Tezuka's fantastic Phoenix series.

Grunt

Heya,

I drew this quick sketch the other night and kinda liked it, but didn't know what to do with it.



Then today I decided to try to ink the lines nicely, but I failed at that, so I spruced it up a bit with some hatching.



I plan to maybe do the lines in Flash or something and color him in Photoshop. Expect more of this gross guy.

Fly Away

Hey, this is just a quick little drawing I did.

Enjoy!

Manifesto

Ok, this isn't really animation or art related, though one, and by one I mean me, could argue that the process of making and mantaining a zine or underground press literature is an artform itself. People like Christie Road, Aaron Cometbus, Al Burian, and many, many others, put out (as in publish, and put out the cash from their own pockets) personal zines, offering their subcultural, against-the-grain, or alternative perspectives on this tea-cup-ride known as life. And it's good. And interesting.

Then there's Manifesto. I don't even know man. This book? (Zine? Piece of fiction?) was the biggest waste of time I ever wrangled with. It is apparently an annonymous novel written by a creative collective, with no names, no publishing info, no nothing. In fact, I didn't even uncover the fact that it is actually called Manifesto until I was almost finished reading it.

Anyway, while Cometbus and Burian and the gang offer personal anecdotes, this nameless guy just complains. All that is established is that he's rich, good looking, hates the world, and loves his sister. Oh, also, he tries. Tries what? I don't know. But he reminds us constantly that he's always trying. But then he goes on to say that he doesn't do anything because f*ck the world, that's why.

Man. I don't even know. I... I can't even wrap this up. So here is a two second drawing I did of my reaction to finishing the book, while Al Burian (My drawing of his self portrait) watches, unsure what to do, but not bitching about it for the sake of bitching.

Enjoy!



PS: I'm not mad, really. It's just annoying to spend many lunch hours reading tripe, but not realizing that there's no closure or anything.

PPS: Al Burian's Burn Collector is fantastic, and makes up for everything.

See ya!