Zodiac

Man, it's been awhile since last I posted, and so I was determined to post some stuff even though these are quite rough. These are some sketches for a series of Astrology cards I thought might be fun to tackle. You remember Astrology... that ever dependable go-to, ice-breaker line when talking to the opposite sex- "What's your Sign?" Everything you needed to know about a person was indicated by what sign they were born under. A horoscope might read something like this "The sun shifts into your skepticism sign on Friday, but the moon moves into the 5th house of crazy on Saturday" which means that Cougar throwing down dirty martini's like water from the fountain of youth might be skeptical of you at first, but she'd be crazy not to buy what you're selling. So time to make your move. Good Night!

Superman and His Spit-Curl

The Man of Steel and his spunky +1 having some quality time. Although cute like a love-sick puppy, lil' Lois can get a tad bit clingy at times. With the strength of some boy band fanatic, she applies a python like death grip on the object of her affection. Bibbidity bye!

Professor Plum

The professor doesn't take me as a man that feels at home wielding a deadly weapon so you should already feel uneasy. Additionally, his clothing would only be praised by the likes of Jack Nicholson's Joker or Prince feeling nostalgic about his "Purple Rain Tour." So ,in short, Prof. Plum is endorsed by crazies. I wouldn't turn your back on him if I were you. Lates.

Anger Origin

"Dang it!! Why did I think yellow spandex was a good idea? It's unflattering and leaves nothing to the imagination AND to make matters worse, my back is itching something fierce and I only have razor blades for back scratchers."

Strike a Pose

Freshly laundered superhero suit... check, arsenal of smart alecky one-liners...check, and now for showing some evil doers what's what.

Oh, SLAP!

Ha Ha, I applaud your well-groomed mustache, good sir. Sure it might be a fad of the times, but don't let that stop you. It provides endless hours of hilarity all the while presenting undeniable evidence that you are a Manly Man...that probably wrestles bears as a leisure sport. You're also a member of an elite fraternity of hombres that have been adored throughout the ages for donning such a exquisite display of facial manscaping. To that, Burt Reynolds, Tom Selleck, Sam Elliot, and every male pornstar of the 70's salutes you! It's been a long time between posts, so I thought I should at least throw up this drawing I did on my Ipad while commuting into work. Cheers!

Friendly Neighborhood Arachnid

Our web-slinging superhero is out on a routine roof-top patrol of the city all the while looking svelte in his body hugging unitard of awesomeness. Criminals beware! Your lawlessness will soon find you in the sticky clutches of justice. Good Night.

There's Nothing to Fea....What was that?

Our little friend can hear the slow and labored breathing of either a chain-smoking asthmatic attempting to kick the habit or a demonically possessed shadow puppet. He feels an icy chill running up his spine and does what any self respecting individual would do....disregard that
Fight or Flight" instinct and remain completely still. Time to let that wave of fear and shame wash over him. Enjoy!

3 Wise Monkeys

Who'd of thought you would be getting a wild, haymaker of TRUTH smacked upside yo' head from some poo-flinging primates. I'd listen if I were you, I should know, I watched Planet of the Apes.

Not that Colonel

No, it's not that white-suited, greasy-fingered, deep-fried poultry peddling southern plantation owner, it's that lovable murder suspect all dressed in dingy yellow.  No one rocks the mustard colored suit like the colonel. I kind of got carried away with some of the permutations. One colonel looks like the distant relative that no one talks about...I'll let you be the judge on which one that is. Finger licking good monocle there, Fatso! I'm outskis.

NinjaWolfy

Another late night/early morning blog post. Here's a quick sketch that I threw some color on. Now for some much needed shut-eye. He looks more like he's wielding some Wiley Coyote Acme dinner forks rather than some ninja Sais, but whatevs. I've nearly slammed my face into both my monitor and the desktop from dozing off so I can't be too disappointed with the result. At least there's no drool on my Cintiq. Lates.

Derby Debbie!

 

Here's the next in my line of Roller Derby Damsels. "Debbie Does Malice" is always in the running for the title of "Queen of Mean." She's a stunning beauty, but a ticking time bomb of feral fury. Always quick to mix it up, it's debatable whether she spends more time on the actual oval or in the penalty box affectionately called the "Sin Bin." Right now she only has eyes for you, but the eyes of a wild animal ready to make acquaintance with your jugular. Maybe it was the cat call followed by the"Good Game" tushy tap you gave her while she skated by, but she's got death-stare lock-on and you have a giant target on your back. You best make like something that moves fast, and high tail it out of here, unless you want to be derby road kill. This is just a preliminary sketch, but I plan on having her all painted up soon. Righteous!

Eatin' Machine!

This is a variation of a design I did for my nephew's 1st birthday. The kid can put it down like no one's business, and he's got "cheeks for weeks" to pack it away for later. The elasticity of his jowls rivals that of even the animal kingdom's stretchiest mouth cavity, the chipmunk, and I intend to keep them that way. I'm planning on always having my little pint-sized Ringer around to serve as my backup if ever an impromptu game of  "Chubby Monkey" is initiated. Cheers!

Who's Da Mastah?

I realize I haven't posted anything in awhile so I quickly sketched this number on the train while commuting into work. This is our hero, Bruce Leroy, versus the meanest, possibly the prettiest, no doubt the baddest mofo low down around this town...SHO' NUFF! Peace.

CENTURY MARK!

I figured my profile says that I'm an animator so I probably should post some animation from time to time. What better way to celebrate post number 100 than to show some drawings moving around. Take a gander and be kind! No really...be kind! Let the celebration begin.

Something for the Browncoats

Some characters from one of my favorite short-lived TV series, Firefly. I actually caught the feature film, Serenity, first which then led me back to the series. An enjoyable Joss Whedon creation that included some fantastic characters that you instantly became emotionally invested in. Enjoy.

Geeking Out!

This is my "Geeking Out" look. This is what I usually rock when I'm attending art-related conventions. It's borderline hysteria plus giddy school-girl melodramatic tendencies and a splash of nervous ticks. I have yet to scream and faint like some love-sick tween, but all in good time. WooHoo!

Pish Posh

Reginald scoffs at your savage, uncultured ways, and bids you good day, sir! Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

ipad Sketch

So far this year has had a slow start to the blog postings, but here's a little something to pick up some momentum. Best imbibe that espresso, better make that a double. My first ipad sketch. Thank god I don't have to draw with my fingers on the iphone anymore.

Dems Fightin' Words!

Let's do this! Time to throw down and fatten some lips. Another late night sketch and another morning where my body will remind me why I shouldn't have stayed up so late. Signing off!

Flash

Happy New Year! My first post for 2012! An abbreviated B-Ball season is upon us, and I'm definitely looking forward to highlights from Dwyane Wade (aka Flash) who's exceptionally fun to watch. This isn't a good likeness of the guy, but hey it's just a quick sketch so cut me some slack I'm still recovering from 2011. Feel the Rhythm, Feel the Rhyme!