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Punk Flower Crowns

I’ve been so excited about this piece! So, here’s the final unveiling. I tried to be a lot more detailed with this one, and I used cel shading instead of soft. (Except the eyes and the hair rooty bit, obviously.) And I finally figured out eyelashes! There’s a bunch of process stuff over on the Radio Trees Tumblr, which you should look at.

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Asher

Asher's Portrait

A portrait of the forever wonderful Asher, done for his birthday, the twelfth of February.

Coloring this, effectively trying to turn it more solidly into a rationally three-dimensional object, has made me realize it may be some of my best work. Also, he totally makes just that face.

Miranda

Miranda

New Job (Addendum)

Kraken Smuggling

Her boss and her boss’s boss definitely just carried a kraken past her.

What.

New Job

The more experienced employees would tell you this is the face a lot of people make when they see their first kraken or hellbeast on the job.

The ad had been a little weird, but she’d taken it, because hey, college costs money and so does absolutely everything else in the world. They’d accepted her inability to work a full day because of school, too, and set her up at a desk. When the paperwork she was given clearly, clearly screamed “questionable morality” and mentioned things she’d only ever heard of in Lovecraft novels, she’d mostly figured things out. After some brief personal debate and staring at pieces of paper, she’d kept on, hoping she could just keep her head down and get paid without chloroforming any political figures or stitching any terrifying hybrids together. And so far, all she’d had to do was sit at a desk in the office and go over paperwork. She’d ignored any of the suspicious behavior and appearances made by her coworkers.

But that.

Was definitely a kraken.

Jellyfish

Jellyfish Colored

Cute Little Caricatures

I wrote my friend, Megan, from GIA, an illustrated letter recently, and I really, really liked some of the doodles, so here they are, colored.

First, we have some of my friends from GIA: Jake,

Ren,

 

Tony,

And Megan, the recipient of the letter herself.

After that, I rambled sappily about the anniversary of Radio Trees for a bit, so we have everyone’s favorite trio.

Finally, I’m being Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls this year for Halloween, so I drew him/me as him.

More to come, don’t worry. It’s just that there’s quite a lot of measuring going on with that other thing I’m working on.

Anniversary

“No no no, it has to be a massive crowd scene with everyone you’ve ever drawn, and the apatosaurus floating in the background, the owl slug wrapped around a lampost, and Jillysauce, you need Jillysauce–”

“Yeah I can’t really do any of that.”

That’s right, it’s been one year.

It really shows how little I expected to come of this that I started Radio Trees on 9/11. Bit awkward, isn’t it? (My condolences to those who died on 9/11 and their families.)

It’s also just after the weekend on which I had my biggest exhibit yet. Probably the first one you could actually call an exhibit at all. So.

Uh.

Well. I just really don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to come up with something meaningful for this post, but I got nothing.

This weekend, while I was watching over my exhibit at Art Hop, some friends came by to visit me, and we raised a toast (a crushed, mostly empty water bottle one of them was holding) to the hope that one day, these will be humble beginnings. That’s really it, I guess. I hope they are. And I wouldn’t have a year ago. Art just didn’t matter nearly as much to me back then, I didn’t have enough faith in myself to let it.

So that’s pretty good.

Thank you to everyone who’s stuck around. I know I’m nowhere yet, but just you wait.

Esther and the Doctor and Time (Being Painfully Un-Timey-Whimey)

I had a conversation with my friend, Willa, in a parking lot in January, where we were talking about Esther Earl and Doctor Who, and I realized Esther never saw the Eleventh Doctor. It stopped conversation for a minute. Esther Earl was a girl who became somewhat famous within one of the little corners of the internet she favored, the Vlogbrothers fandom, and she was also a fan of Doctor Who. She died two years ago today at the age of 16. My observation did not, in fact, turn out to be verifiably true, Esther died, as I said, in late August of 2010 and the Eleventh Doctor’s first season aired in April of the same year, so if she was much of a fan (and she was) we can assume she did, in fact, watch some of Matt Smith’s work before she died.

But it isn’t really whether Esther got to see the Eleventh Doctor that’s the point. It’s the way the dead get left behind. Maybe I’m being a bit obvious here –it’s possible I’m emotionally stunted and just now dealing with the finality of death or something Freudian like that– but the dead kind of stop riding the ride once they die. Esther doesn’t know about The Fault in Our Stars, for instance, a book she unintentionally helped to shape and which I think she would have loved. Any person who died in 2010 never learned about a thousand little and big things, and they’re never going to, and that rather undeniably separates us from them. Life, to use a cliche in a dramatic new light the way people do in the movies, goes on.

Esther stopped living back in 2010. My great grandmother stopped living in 2004. Billions of people have stopped living, many of them people we know, and they’re never going to learn anything ever again.

When you die, you stop taking in information. And that is what terrifies me most.

I’m sorry to talk for so long. I kind of wanted to give you something today. Like a renewed fear of oblivion. That’s an acceptable gift, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m pretty happy with how this one came out. I like being able to use the sketch for the final lines, it’s a time-saver, and the effect is great. Hopefully I’ll do some more work like this. It’s a little shoddy structurally, though. I’m having some sort of artist’s block, and I sincerely feel like I’ve forgotten how to draw. (Willa, I don’t know what happened to your …everything and I’m sorry.)

Oh, also, super high quality new scanner what whaaat. (Never doing that again.) Seriously, my mouth waters every time I look at this drawing. It’s so good that, dare I say it:

Full view for high quality version.

This is the first time I’ve felt that that was warranted.

Teenage Toddler

I tried to use this as the blueprints for some more digital paint type stuff, but then it went even more Uncanny Valley than last time. So, uh, here’s this.

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