Saturday, May 7, 2011
Here's concept sketch #2 for the show flier I'm working on. I started working on the final one yesterday and will hopefully be putting the finishing touches on it today. Keep your eyes peeled, dear readers.
Friday, May 6, 2011
I'm working on a show flier for James Dean Kindle and the Eastern Oregon Playboys and before I settled on a final concept I drew up a few different ones to have the band pick from. Here's the first one I did, using a portrait of Wyatt Earp as inspiration. This is what he would have looked like in 1986 if he was a Daytona Beach police officer on a sitcom. Can't you just picture him in a jet-ski chase wearing blindingly white short shorts?
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
This wasn't the face that I made when I found out my backpack had been stolen out of my car last Thursday, but it sure could have been. As some of you know I've been in a bit of a funk the last week due to this theft which included both of my primary sketchbooks, art materials, one of a kind reference photos, post cards, my ipod and headphones, and a library book of the adventures of Baron Munchausen. I'm feeling a bit better than I did and making a real effort to stay on the positive side of things. Here's a list of positive things to come out of this situation:
1. While my stuff was being stolen I was seeing an awesome concert. The thief did not get to see this concert, therefore is eternally bummed.
2. Since I post everything on this blog there's only a handful of drawings I hadn't scanned yet, so at least I still have a record of the images lost. (though I am sad I won't get to share the ones I was working on with you folks)
3. I'll have to get a new ipod which will most likely be infinitely superior to my old one. Joke's on you thief!
4. Maybe the thief will be turned on to some awesome music from my ipod which will change him forever.
5. It's always nice to be reminded the uncertainty of life and to not put too much importance on possessions, even artwork. There will be many more drawings in my lifetime no doubt, even better than the ones I lost.
The worst part is just that feeling of violation. The feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, and all those lingering questions. When exactly did he take it? Where is my stuff now? If I had parked on a different street would it still have happened?
Well, enough dwelling on it. Time to move on to BIGGER and BETTER things!