Showing posts with label summer 1989. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer 1989. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

memories of pencil


     Another tidbit from the Summer of '89.  I guess I should try working with pencil again.  It's been a while.

Friday, July 1, 2011

under the surface

     Here's a moldy oldie from the Summer of '89.  I find this one interesting because seems to show the content that I fully embrace today just barely starting to emerge in my early drawings and doodles.  It's just under the surface and it's poking its head up to say 'Hi', trying to disturb the serene scene above.

     Heh.  Maybe this guy'll show up on the 4th, bringing his flamey flames with him and I can drunkenly order him to light all my fireworks for me.  Have a good holiday, folks!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

tunnel vision


     Here's goofy little drawing from my past.  Not sure what the eye tunnels are about but the electrical sparks in the hair seem to show the beginnings (or at least hints) of features prevalent in the Sharpie craze and, more recently, with nose bleed.  Weird how you can make sense of some of your past by examining your present state.

     Oh yeah, speaking of the Summer of '89.  I've already been posting shit from this period and just didn't bother noting it.  Check out the tag if you're curious.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

dandelions and the summer of '89


     Ah, the summer of '89.  Judging from the date I was either 19 or about to turn.  I drew a lot that summer.  I should perhaps do a series or some shit.  Eh, I'll just tag this and see what develops.

     Three day weekend comin' up for me! : D

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

manimal cyborg dad


     Here's some more of my drawing backstory from high school.  Strong dad influences in this one (and, for some reason, a dash of Marlon Brando).  Also some beastman type stuff going on in there, probably from watching too many episodes of Manimal.

     Anyway, my dad got one of his eyes shot out with a bee-bee gun as a kid.  He apparently had a glass eye for a while when he was younger but by the time I knew him he was sporting an eye patch.  That combined with his dark, curly hair gave him a decidedly pirate look.  Thinking about it now, he would've looked much more awesome if he'd had a semi-translucent plate riveted over his bad eye, as pictured above.  Would've given him a much cooler, cyborg, road warrior look.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

weapon hand


     A little futuristic, sci-fi action type stuff from my late teens.  Thanks for taking a look.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

happy dragon


     Not much in the way of memories about Mr. Happy Dragon here.  I just thought I'd post him for your amusement and for another entry into my quick sketches category.  Thanks and enjoy.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

don't wanna be around when he sneezes


     Got myself in the digital mood and futzed around with a pencil drawing from my teens.  I reduced the colors and edited the palette to achieve this effect.  This drawing always gave me sort of a bland feeling so sprucing it up a bit with some color has hopefully added some interest.

Monday, August 30, 2010

full speed ahead


     This is one of my favorite quick sketches from my late teens.  Fast lines, nothing too fussy.  Lotso good, raw content in this one I think.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

skully


     This one always makes me pause.  I remember first getting into drawing skulls and skeletons in high school.  I once asked a guest psychology teacher in my English class what they meant and he said it was generally considered to be a fear of the future.  At the time, what he said didn't mean much to me.  Over the years I've come to realize that there's a lot of truth to that answer.

     Honestly, though, it is a bit more complicated than that.  I've always loved books about the human body, skulls and skeletons have always been symbols of hardcore coolness and rebellion to me and the best test score I ever got in Advanced Biology in high school was the human skeleton test.  Feh, it's never simple, is it?