I’ve been creatively empty the past few weeks but I had to draw something. I’ve been sketching a lot of punk-ish cyborg girls and figured I’d head that direction yet again but it turned into this guy. I’ve been experimenting with negative space and I’ve been describing my color pallet as “Icees”. I like this guy. But I don’t love him. Movin’ forward.
I may have outgrown playing with action figures, but I realized I pretty much do the same concept of “playing” except with drawing. I distinctly remember sitting in my grandmother’s living room and having my Power Rangers Megazord battle Hulk Hogan resulting in the loser falling down the stairs. And you could tell it was fantasy because Hogan always put that Megazord over, brother.