Showing posts with label comics work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comics work. Show all posts

Friday, May 6, 2011

Gatsby Samples Improving?



The bottom three look good, the top one is OK, the middle two need work. They become a muddle. But this is better then the character samples below. Improvement on the way.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Gatsby Character Designs_ a Start








An early pas at chacater designs for The Great Gatsby. can you tell who is who? These could change quite a bit before being finalized, and I'm anxious for the writer's feedback.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Chico and Chica


I assume they'll get better names, and probably some changes to their look and the art style as well, but this was a first pass at a sample. One thing... I may do the grays in pencil. Or at least. some textures.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I might be on to something...

I have a lead to do a webcomic that could be fast easy and fun to draw. And I get paid. It might happen. Remember, you heard it here first and if it happens you'll hear it here again.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

WonderCon Day Two

After five years, we sold out The Lone and Level Sands!

Archaia was giving away the pamphlet comics and selling the hardbacks as "buy one, get one free." I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not. In some respects its good, as it clears costs to future projects. I can see where it may make some business sense. And if it gets my stuff out into people's hands, that's a good thing too. But it suggests that not all of their product is well selected, and given the delays in getting some of the legacy books out, they may see it that way.

I've seen it before though, with Malibu, where the company moved on and didn't take me with it. Could be happening here, although everyone is nice as pie when I show up.

Good crowds at WonderCon. The whole con thing, and geek culture is certainly growing. I love them, I have ancient roots in cons, comics, science fiction, even with my dislikes. To lean back and gaze at the ungainly folk in weird costumes and think, "My people. These are my people." So sad. But its seems to be an unassailable part of who I am, and where I came from.

And once again, after the con, it was work. Eight hours on my feet in a busy cafe, pouring drinks and ringing the register. I'm too old for this shit.