Saturday, December 29, 2007

Well I thought I made it through

But no such luck. The evil bug that has been swirling around this city has lodged itself within.
I'm hoping I can sweat it out before New Years. If not y'all have fun out there.

Sweating midnight twitching pain
Femurs begging to be thrown out to the dogs
liquefied marrow seeps out of bones and spoils sheets
oh sleep put kind pillow on face
black out all knowledge of transition dark to light

Monday, December 24, 2007

How Toluca Woods Rolls on Christmas Eve

Look at creepy fireplace head man. Are those children locked in some sort of jail?

This gives me a little touch of The Omega man feeling if you know what I mean.

Off into the night followed by the wandering hordes.

The Best Backyard

Don't mean to brag but I am lucky enough to have one of the most comfortable of backyards on the planet.
I spent all afternoon laying in my hammock and reading. Well, and throwing the ball for the dogs. They feel that if I 'm back there I have to earn my keep by tossing it for them.

It's like my very own Corona commercial.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

An Evening @ John's

The evening started out friendly enough, Mike and Kali flexing their witty banters.
Then gifts were exchanged.(Thanks for my CDs man) Among the gifts were several rubber pellet pistols. Pellet pistols in a room full of slightly sloshed cartoonists? What were they thinking!? Well, all hell soon broke out. Yellow pellets were soon pinging right and left off of this cornea, that Corona.

When suddenly Uncle Eddie drew a slow and careful bead on no other than his very own off spring.

Such a dastardly act that he had to cover his own eyes in shame.

Right in front of his mother too!
But what HO' Bert has come prepared with a gun of his own. With a steely gleam in his eye whispers, "This is what I learned from Matt Damon!" Peppering his father with round after merciless round.

Undaunted Eddie returns fire!

Mr.Worth retreats into his fortress of solitude.

But what's this? Eddie has run out of small yellow projectiles.

He tries in vain to block and dodge the incoming projectiles.

But soon collapses under the overwhelming barrage of pellets.

At this point Beery The Singing bear, called me into the corner, and sang me a song about cowgirls with artificial legs. Cowgirls with artificial legs that wore tight vests , and maybe nothing under the tight vests. Cowgirls with artificial legs, in little fringe skirts that barely cover their stuff. Cowgirls with artificial legs, in tight vests, that like to eat cold cream corn straight out of the can. That sweet song floated me far above the mel'ee, as if I were in a soft Demerol induced cloud. That's all I remember, until I woke up in the gutter under my car with my pants on backwards. So whatever you do,.....Don't trust Singing bears!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Merry Fucking Christmas

A quickie to make up for not posting for days. I must order more brush pens.

Running out of ink. I intended to make the sky black on this, but my pens started graying out on me.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

What Does a Creative Director Do?

I realized I hadn't really answered the question. So here is the straight answer.

I work closely with the Executive Producer(Paul Tibbitt) supporting him and assisting him as needed in writing meetings, animatic editing, retakes, recording, storyboarding, character and prop design, as well as supervising all aspects production.

I hope this answers what this Creative Director's duties include.

Well, to answer a question that so many of you have wondered. Today I was asked to draw a caricature of Mr.Tom Kenny (Voice of SpongeBob).

First attempt is just feeling out the shapes of his head. This can be tough especially if you only have publicity photos to work from. Which all tend to be from the same angle. (Boring)

Starting to get a grasp on what points I want to accentuate.

A little pushing a pulling, but still being held back by the photos.

Then I toss the photos up under my desk and work from memory .
The on above is the one I turned in.
A Dead line is a deadline.
I would have liked to explore a little more as I was just starting to get a feel for Tom's face.

Monday, November 26, 2007


Sorry in advance for foisting man nipples on you once again.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

If You Haven't Been to the Murakami Exhibit at Moca

You need to get your ass down there. It's great eye candy.
It was the high point of my day followed closely by a fight with my girlfriend...the low point.
Now lets see in which drawer did I put the Valium?

And Fall has fallen I mean, by LA terms anyway.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007