A Friday sketch.

Completely unrelated to anything. Friday sketch.

A little industrial illustration.

My friend Carsten Bradley put out a challege to create a new design for a train. Here's my 2015 concept.

Future Fauna!

Future Fauna!

Ink only illustration.

"Just another training room session."

Mr. Winston

Mr. Winston uses his hoverboard to fly. This is an entry to the G+ image challenge.

Albert the Dragon

Albert wasn't like the other dragons.

Post it sketch.

I'll probably start doing a series on post its.

Here's a post it sketch I created recently with a ballpoint pen.

And a close up.

Friday Sketch!

"Just another training exercise." she said to herself, thinking of her grocery list.

Forgive the quality, I drew this on a post it note.

Monday Sketch!

Marsh Warrior of the Deepwater Provinces.

Sandy visits Japan.

I have two wonderful friends who are moving to Japan, and my friend Nico is going to blog about the whole thing. Check out her blog here!

http://feistybirdie.blogspot.com/

Friday Sketch!

Avian Warrior of the Treetop Provinces.

Superhero Battle

Here's a line drawing I created a little while back. A sketch for a superhero comic.

Ka'aan

The mystery from the new Alliance series.

Bigfoot

No big deal. Just Bigfoot, with his favorite coffee, looking at the latest news on his iPad.

Dragon Character Sketch.

Tabby Continued, part 2.

This is with a little more white treatment. I can't decide which I like better.

Tabby Continued.

Tabby

Here's a sketch for Tabby, a superhero I am creating for Alliance. Tabby is a new human of Indian descent, who was rescued from her village by those who were of the Gathering.

She has the ability to switch to a feral-like form and teleportation. Means which will be explained.

Her in-between form.

Her feral form.

Continuing Story, Part 2.

The ocean rushed under her as the moonlight danced off its swiftly flowing undulations. She became aware of this as the strong arms continued to hold her as they all flew across the silent night sky. In the distance she noticed thunderclouds, with lighting bolts dancing with each other to a silent melody inside and out.

It was some time before the arms landed on a shore that seemed nearly foreign to her, its salty sea air dotted with pungent, alluring whiffs of unseen sweets, and fruits to which she had never been introduced.

The arms held her tight as the body they belonged to walked nearly motionlessly across the sandy beach. The waves were so calm she barely heard them.

The arms carried her towards a light in front of them. The light was bluish, unlike the sun. Was she dying? At this point, she had determined that these were spirits taking her to the afterlife. Perhaps she had done something to merit a good afterlife. Perhaps she wasn't an abomination as everyone had said.

As they approached, she readied herself to leave this life. To leave behind her family, those that tried to cut her skin, to cut off the atrocities. Those who paraded her through the streets to her village shaman who tried to kill her in the sight of the approving audience. She was ready to forgive them all. To let them all go.

As the figures entered the light, she realized suddenly that the warm air was cooler, and there were other figures inside. The figure walked over calmly to the corner of the room, and laid her on a bed. New pain swelled as her wounded flesh met the soft bed. She heard a ripping sound as her dried blood separated from her body and clung to the figures arms.

The figure looked at the blood, and picked up a blanket, flowing it over her broken frame. The figure left to talk to the others, and they all spoke in a language she could not understand. A gutteral language she had only heard once before.

She felt sleep overpowering her again, and as she did she could faintly hear a low rumble, and nearly felt as if the enclosed space they occupied was flying off from the ground.
To be continued...

Sasquatch

I had a little competiton with Blake N. Behrens recently about drawing a certain mythical creature. His blog can be found here.

He's pretty good. But I think my Squatch is better. :D But that's just my opinion!

Here's the original:

And here is the instagram'd version!

Old files

I've been digging through old files lately, and came across a few old Random Fuzz images. I hope to get Candrai up and running again, and I'll let you know as soon as I do.

Waiting on the Sun

Vanitas Sauridae Extraterrestrium

Continuing Story, Part 1.

She looked at the cliff below her shaking feet that barely held up her shattered body. Beneath her blood-covered toes was nearly a mile of nothing, which broke violently into jagged rocks and waves thrashing in anticipation of her arrival.

This was it. The end of her life. 

She whirled around in terror as the horde of men and women flew out of the jungle like angry panthers ready to eat their damaged prey. The glistening of their knifes and scythes sparkled in the moonlight. Her very bones nearly shook themselves apart in panic as their high pitched screams of delight drew closer.

In the last bit of bravery she could muster, she turned around and jumped. Her tattered dress flailed violently as she tumbled head over feet to the rocky tempest below her.

She was ready to let go. Ready to let go of the last five years of her life. Ready to let go of the torture she endured. The cages, beatings. All of it.

She was ready to meet her end.

But her end did not visit that moonlit night, for as she began to feel the ocean spray across her face, and the jagged rocks rising in greedy anticipation of smashing her already broken body, a firm hand grabbed her, and strong arms held her, as she suddenly felt a rush of air to her side. 

Her body, now completely limp, was thrown around a bit as this figure held her, carrying her from the torrent of hate and cacophony of death swirled behind her. 

As she drifted into sleep, she caught a glimpse of his face. A strong, confident and kind face. Her last memory was that of two other figures behind him, with nearly the came kindness on their faces as well.

Perhaps today was not the day she would die after all.

To be continued.

This will be a continuing story. Have fun reading! (Style is stream of consciousness.)

Platypus

This illustration appeared in the Vermilion Newspaper as part of the Random Fuzz comic.

CD Illustration

It still needs some work.

Just across the border.

Interesting how just a few thousand miles can change a culture.

When I went to Mexico several years ago, the differences were astounding.

The cars, buildings, water, and air were the same, but everything was different.

I guess we get used to subtle nuances of everyday life like running water, air conditioning, and safety.

I went to Oaxaca, the capitol city of that Mexican state. I'm not a big fan of my current city, but the worst part of the city on its worst day is the BEST part of Oaxaca on their BEST day.

Considering all of the water we drank was from bottles and the water we did use for showers was brown (Yes, brown. ), it's no wonder why so many drink Coca Cola (and Pepsi). It's safer because, if you think about it, Coke is better than festering water. Brown, bacteria-filled water. 

Even such a relatively short distance showed a huge change. The abject poverty was everywhere, and communist signs were spray-painted on every city wall and fountain. "For them, any governmental version is better that the one they live in," so my guide mentioned to me.

Amazing how rich we are in America.

Character Sketches

From a notebook.

Cuneiform and Code

I wrote an article in 2008 for colorburned.com, and had to create a masthead for the article.

The article was about graphic design's history, and how it hasn't changed since the beginning of writing, as the first scribes penned the first letters, becoming designers themselves.

I had to bring the two ideas together, seperated by thousands of years.

(Interesting note, the Antikythera Mechanism was a computer, but of course nothing to what we have currently. Although if the library of Alexandria had not burned down and Rome not plunged into a Dark Age, we would be colonizing other planets due to the rate of technological expansion, had it gone unhindered.)

So the solution was this image.

The symbols are true Cuneiform from advanced Sumerian scripts after they developed from logographic forms.