Super List Saturday, November 16, 2013: 8 Happy Cats.
These cats are happy. Why are they so happy?
The holidays are upon us, Tumblypoos. I have as many gripes about the season as the next guy, but if there’s one thing about the holidays we can agree is awesome, it’s the food.
I’m happy to announce I have an illustrated recipe published in They Draw and Cook's Holiday Sweet recipe book! All the recipes, including my healthy ginger cookies, come from the website and are illustrated by people who love art and love food. Read the TDAC blog post here and buy the book on Amazon here.
Repulsion, ink and digital color, 11”x17”.
I may be bending the rules a little by picking a psychological thriller, but Repulsion is my favorite scary movie. It presents a compelling, believable psychosis in the protagonist and plays with the boundaries between villain and victim, beautiful and terrifying. If you can handle a terrifying film, I recommend this one. Happy Hallowe’en!
Chirophobia: fear of hands. Didn’t think the Google image search for that one would be so funny.
Today is a Fan Art Friday!
If you weren’t aware, my friend Vickie is organizing a Li’l Sebastian fanzine. Get all the deets here. If you’re interested in submitting, you have until November 17.
This is a sneak preview of my comic “The Small Horse from the Stars,” which will appear in the zine. More to come later.
Super List Saturday, August 17, 2013: 3 Drawings of the Empire State Building I made when I was 7 years old.
I’ve been digging up old drawings from my childhood to research an autobiographical comic and these images caught my attention. I’m going to New York City for the first time ever next month and it was funny to find these visions of one of the city’s icons.
I drew big cities a lot then, based on trips to Chicago and things I’d seen in movies and comics. I think my particular fascination with the Empire State Building came from King Kong.
Soapy Smith, 2013. Acrylic on Masonite, 8.5” x 11”.
Jeff “Soapy” Smith was one of the most skilled confidence men to ever live and one of the most interesting historic figures of the American West. He ran cons in Fort Worth, Texas; Creede, Colorado and Skagway, Alaska before he was killed by a group of vigilantes.
Shot through the heart on the Juneau Wharf one foggy night, his last words (according to witnesses) were “Dear God, don’t shoot!” I’ve painted him after his death, the Aurora Borealis shining a mournful salute in farewell and a crop of forget-me-nots springing up around him.