PAX pokemans

So i went to PAX (east) and had a generally rockin time. I won't bore you, who weren't there, with how it was the best place on Earth for Nerdkind. And i won't shock you, who were there, with how much fecal matter one comes across at these things, if you are looking for fecal matter that is. (like a scavenger hunt. No points for anything found in a traditional bathroom*.)

I will only bore those of you perusing this internet diary, hidden in the attic of google, in the pad locked trunk of Blogger ... in a well, in a goat, within a duck, inside a mouse, locate interiorly in that of a small horse ... with that which pertains to my art.

So here is my hobby, of getting famous folk to sign a caricature of themselves with empty speech bubbles. As i did for XO Tigh of the Battlestar Gallactica. As i did (but not achieve) with Bruce Campbell. (i'll get ye, ye salty sona bitch) I clearly did not plan this out the day before like usual. Nor at all. It was last minute to spend my Sunday at PAX to wait in line for their signature of a drawing i made whilst waiting in that very Que line. I thought they would be impressed.

Well i was fairly at the end of that line. So just when i was done the picture, but still about 20-30min away, I was told that the Penny-Arcade legends themselves ... would be rushing through the last of the signatures. Which was fine. I didn't bring all of my beenie babies for them to sign, like some people. I got there, and they were plowing through their signatures. I gave them my quick spiel about what it was i had for them. Mike (the one throwing the pokeball) Wrote the "Poop" as fast as he could and slid it down. Jerry (the pocket monster depicted) Wrote "Some like it ..." he paused for what seemed forever, about 3 seconds... and finished it.

So i got no kudos nor shame for my engraven image of them. So they probably only barely analyzed it and wrote something random. (Mike probably writing Poop in the 1st speech bubble he saw) Or saw it and HATED their likenesses on page, and wanted it out of their sights immediately... Or simply had no time to commend me on my ability to immortalize their stunning physics via pen and paper. My ego shall go with ... the next option. They were merely too stunned and speechless to say much, and were so internally miseased, shunned it from the table, and their collective thoughts. Only to subconsciously strive to ascertain such comic hilarity portrayed hither. And yon.

*traditional bathroom: a bathroom indicated as such with a small ideogram of a human, being male, female, both, or those with wheels for butts. Some instances of celestial shapes have been used.

Places not indicated include, but not limited to; telephone booths, sheds, desk drawers, trashcans, one's own pants, another's owned pants, dog bowls, shampoo containers, afros (both african and jewish), stain glass windows, in the center of giant steel advertising donuts, (despite common opinion) Mexico, little girl dollhouses (including the tiny bathroom replicas wherein), computer terminals for the olfactory challenged, Mark Summers (of Nickelodeon's Double Dare and What Would You Do?), 3/4 of the still living teletubbies, and flesh wounds.

Balrog test

This is a test to see how easy I can BaLrOG from my fancy phone. This is an inked sketch I did out of boredom. That's Mr monkey and Ethel just getting done robbing a bank.

UPDATE : seems I can't place the image anywhere I want. Nor does it seem you gentle quantumiers can click to enlarge. Everything else about posting was easy peesey. Test half fail.

So oops, I forgot i should be an animator. Also forgot that i still do things and should tell folk. So here is an internet commercial i did for a credit union, (about a year ago) Viriva. Look them up if you are in the philadelphia area and are looking for a credit union. (there. though i didnt sign a contract saying i couldnt show this work, i think that promotion should avoid any imperial entanglements)

Enjoy. 10 Rob points to the fellows and fellas (wait ... that doenst sound genderly female.) who can accurately guess who plays which voices. (hint, don't limit your thoughts to think of only non-celebrities ... oh yea, that guy/gal) <-- genderly female

New piece up dude, dudettes and dude-eaters. (eater of dudes) This one is nice and straight forward. It was for Toys for Tots, and we had the option of donating monies made from the arts we made to ... the tots. So i donated a potential half. (it has to sell 1st for it to count) So that seems to give me the right to jack up my usual asking price. Though some seem to think i've been asking too little anyway? What do you think? i've only been asking for the moderate price of: Your eternal childhood innocence! And the gallery gets 20% of that. So maybe i should start asking for more. We shall see. And smell.

Happy so on Folks! So here is the newest piece for you to gawk at. I am sure some of you might feel a sense of awe for the Majesty contained therein for seeing such a nobely endeavored selection of scribbles in art. Some may feel horrified that i mutilated one beloved childhood friend, and suggest another is a college jockette strumpet hussy that can only wear the sexy version of an inherently unsexy idea of a costume whenever the chance arises. Either way, shut up, i dig it. This gallery was Halloween in videogames. Or maybe Horror in videogames. Possibly Summer Memories. I forget.

(side note, hopefully you have that option to shrink or expand an image, because i forgot to make a smaller web-friendly version of this slightly large piece. Also the largest i've made for a show, as it was printed at 11x14. Possible size comparison images coming soon)

Robot and little boy

Hey there all,
So originally i wasn't going to post this, but what the shit right? Acctually i threw this up because of additional news. But let's start with the piece's creation, 'cuz i know you all just twitch and seizure in anxious delight for my maddening and mundane reasoning behind everything. So this was for a new art gallery show thing, the theme being Tokyo Pop Culture. So after a few sketchbook pages of ideas, this is the one that tickled my awesome places. All of the places. For those having trouble making out the image, it's of a giant robot, leaning over, talking to a little, innocent boy. Because this happens all to often in japanese culture. And the robot is asking, very politely, for the boy to be inside him. You know, so they can learn and grow from each other.

So again i made it the night before, and got far enough along that maybe i made compromises in the sketch phase to move on to the rest. So if i had to really think about it, i should change the head to be more clear as a head. Didn't do that, and i didn't think the pic was too readable in the end. Which could be a mix of the color scheme, and the design of the robot. And i am adamant about cutting off the top of the robot's head, to make him feel bigger, it becomes less clear since i made his jaw weird.

But the other news! I submitted the piece anyway, because i love myself and my work, and think people should say how awesome my crappy stuff is. (if i am being modest or not. Don't know how often i am modest though) So it's in the show, again next to phenomenal pieces, that blow mine away. The only time i am able to even see it in it's intended glory, with a small audience on First Friday, is i have to meander over during my break at work. So i have this 30min window, minus travel walking time, to gaze upon my work and others'. So i talk to the officially unofficial caretaker of the show, of whom i've met on many many occasions in the last few years, and she has yet to remember remembering me. Anyways, after talking about the pieces, and eventually mine, she mentions some dude came in, bought like 3 pieces off the wall at once, and one was mine! Stoked! i am stoked. I mean i've only sold one other piece in these shows ever. (see previous posts quantum believers, to find out which one.)

And i can't believe its another piece that i didn't think was that good from me that made this imaginary cut of does someone like it enough to buy it. Unlike the 1st two shows i was in, this one does not put your name, piece name, media used, price and contact info up on the wall with the image. I don't care either way. But that means mysterious purchaser took mine sight unseen ... as far as price was concerned. So my greedy little head, i should have asked for like 1o more bucks. Not because the comic store where this is located takes 10%, i am super cool with that. But just so i have more seed money to buy more cheap ass frames for people to buy more of my computer'ed art. Though selling for 20 will get me another 4ish frames to sell pictures i am not too fond of. God, i just love my last one sooo much. The image, the color, the idea ... all so clean. But that little boy is fucking adorable, and i love the amount of suggested innocence. His giant lolly, and potential new balloon for him to play with. You don't know this kid. He could be a serial milk rapist. He enjoys getting his bones stronger anyway possible. Enjoy that image, coming to a gallery near you!

Another Gallery

Man that time flew. Another month, another gallery piece. Between this and holiday cards, seems to be the only things i update with anymore. Well art is art. That should be on a fortune cookie. Or a Coffee cup of some kind. Some deep shit. ANYWAYS ... the theme this month was 80's toys. So here is one of my classic GI JOE mans Sargent Slaughter, crushing a Rubix cube. For there is only one way to solve the cube ... with Slaughter ... Sgt Slaughter.