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WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE?

“To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.”

Woah, there, Mr. Conan. Maybe not so much in my case. How about To draw your comics, to see them read before you, and to hear the support from your people. That’s more like it. I came up with a little Conan monologue during a daily daydream. I jotted it down on a post it note and decided to draw a comic to go with it. I always wanted a film of an “Old King Conan”. Grey, weathered, and scarred. A young fresh group of violent barbarians make their way across the land and decide to pillage another kingdom. Except they don’t know who is king just yet. They find out the hard way. You can’t take THE BARBARIAN out of the king.

This was my project for the week. I worked on it for 3 days. About 3-4 hours each day. I tried to mimc the old Marvel Conan comics, but with my own flair. I liked one of my panels so much I decided to sell a shirt of it. It could be available for 2 days…or 2 months. Who knows when they’ll find what reason my art “violates”.

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Turtle Power!

I’ve been doing something pretty difficult with my artwork lately: holding back. It’s not something I’m doing for good. It’s an experiment of sorts. I love drawing my dirt, grime, and grit. Basically, am I able to replicate the style of marketable IPs? If someone wanted me to draw streamlined styles…could I? That’s what I did here. I tried to replicate the style of the old 1988 Playmates Ninja Turtles packaging. Something you might find on an old lunchbox thermos or something.

Use the slider to slide between the ’87 cartoon figure turtles and the original Eastman and Laird take. I had fun doing this simple clean style. I might do more for sure.

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This Is The Place…

Time Spent: Too Long

From a creative standpoint, I’ve never felt quite the same after reading Alan Moore’s Saga of the Swamp Thing. Shifting the origin of a man turned monster into a monster turned man. A reimagining so beautifully written and illustrated I simply felt guilty for not reading it sooner. The pages I’m sharing represent one of my favorite moments: a dreamlike sequence where the Swamp Thing cradles the bones of who he believes he is. Even rejecting his bride in the process. Realizing the thoughts and emotions he has are not his own but simply taken from the corpse he carries. And the sadness and fear of losing the remains, as he believes it’s his only link to humanity. The despair in realizing that your reality isn’t even yours. Still kills me reading it!

This piece didn’t turn out quite the way I wanted it. I sort of “gave up” on it. I drew the skull with Swampy “mossing” over it just fine. Even dug the colors. But when it came to the composition I was pretty lost. Reflection. Water ripples. Didn’t really know what I was doing. And since this was simply a fun piece, I had other bigger things to move onto. So this is where we are.

As usual, prints are for sale at my store if interested. And fun projects are ahead!