Scalped

Maybe the best Graphic novel out today. I just picked up book 3 and was blown away. Pick it up now!

The babysitter

In your satin tights, Fighting for your rights.

The only song that can come close to matching the overpowering funk of the previous post. Ahh, the 70's.

Insidiousness

About two days ago, a long forgotton tune somehow popped into my head. A little ditty from Sesame Street and the Electric Company about the magic of numbers as told in the language of funk. After a bit of sleuthing I found it on youtube.
What I didn't take into account was the songs inherent catchiness. Now all Emily and I do is wander our house in a zombie-like stupor counting in sing-song.
We are cursed. CURSED!! CUUURRRRSSSED!!!!

The Forsaken Fratelli

Hey.
You guys.

Just messing around with some Illustrator tutorials. You can find the original Tut here.

wonder woman

Recently submitted this to www.fatwonderwoman.blogspot.com
I love that website.

Fishbone

I finally popped my cherry and saw fishbone for the first time a few nights ago at J. C. Dobbs. Easily one of the best live performances I've seen in my life. It was packed tight, with everyone passing joints around and skanking their hearts out. Emily got a sweaty kiss from Angelo Moore and refused to wash her lips for a short while.

Some stuff i did for Toybiz. They needed some marvel art re-created in illustrator so there wouldn't be any of those nasty jagged edges inherent in bitmapped images. I was going to redraw and re-ink, but then i thought, "Screw that mess, I'm gonna just do it in illustrator. So that meant painstakingly re-creating everything, line by line, clickity-click. Of course, I get off on that sh*t, so I blew through it pretty quickly.
It was awesome working over some of my favorite illustrators. Chris Bachelo, Mike Deodato, Brian Hitch, Adam Kubert, the amazing Olivier Coipel, just to name a few.
















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Video game expo

Emily and I stopped by the Video Game Expo at the convention center on Sunday and holy crap was it lame. I was hoping to show my portfolio and get some contacts, or maybe buy some cheap games and get some giveaways. Nope. Badly organized, no games for sale, no giveaways, and only a handfull of industry people were there. It sucked major choad.
There were a few costumes there. Mostly star warriors and a few animeniacs; I got a great shot of Emily getting her neck snapped by some dude in a darth vader costume. And there were a few cool artists there. One cool thing, I got to talk to an awesome guy from Obsidian Entertainment who was giving out portfolio reviews and tips.

More George of the Jungle

George of the Jungle

Some backgrounds for the George of the jungle cartoon. I had a blast working on this stuff. The style was already established, all I had to do was re-create everything in illustrator for the style guide.

Serafina Pekkala

I really liked how this sketch of serafina pekkala came out. Of course, it was never used.

Yup. We did.

I love living in west philly. After Obama got elected everyone in my neighborhood (including Emily and I) freaked the hell out and poured out into the streets. Hootin'. A-hollerin'. Banging pots and pans, dancing jigs, and all manner of Hootinannying. We walked down to 47th and Baltimore and there were a few hundred people chanting and drumming, dizzy with accomplishment.
Anarchists and thugs were waving the american flag with actual, honest-to-goodness pride.
Here's a pic I found on the web.

Halloween Sucks

OK, Halloween doesn't suck. It's actually one my favorite times of year, but it seems like no one really gives a fig anymore. I went to see Clamfight and Slumlord play at the millcreek tavern and I've never seen a bigger bunch of suck-ass costumes.
Every girl was some variation of whore-bag: sassy pirate, naughty nurse or the ubiquitous angel/faerie complete with six-inch stripper shoes.
Every guy was either an Elvis, a pimp, or a phillies fan. There were exceptions of course, but just because you spend $50 on a foam keg costume doesn't mean you don't still suck the ass.
The worst was the 12-year-old prosti-tots trick-or-treating around my neighborhood. I guess they're trying to emulate the perceived glamour of the Spears and Aguileras of the world, but seriously, their parents need to be punched in the cockles.
It's the general laziness that kills me. And the lack of imagination. Nobody even tries to have fun with it. OK, I'm not expecting some amazing shit like this:




or this:




But maybe, with just a little effort......

Babies!!

Seasons Creeeeepings

Happy halloweeners everybody. just painted this last night and I was thinking of sending it out as a Halloween flyer whilst prostituting my artwork at the same time. I just can't think of a good tagline to add to it.
"Salubrious Samhain?"
"Have a Fucktacular Fall?"
"Bodacious Boo-day?"
Anyone have any suggestions.

Jail cover

Raggedy

Foozyballs

Muskles

Neeeeeerf!

An old doodle of an old friend. He plays in a band named Northern Liberties and they will crush your cockles with their mighty boots of stone. www.myspace.com/northernliberties

The deep sensuality of Worf

Election time