Two Today

Luke Gave Me a New Pen to Check Out

Its a Pigma Brush pen. It has much more delicate point and to me is slightly less forgiving than the Graphic 3000 Duo.
Sorry for the crappy lighting, my server has gone missing so I had to resort to camera phone to post it.

HillBilly

Katie Rice posted some extra cute hillbilly drawings over on her blog. Which got me doodling, because I pretty much have a dog brain, and whatever the last thing I thought about, is what will pop up here.

A Little Piece Inspired By Uncle Eddie

For your enjoyment. Based on a story from Uncle Eddies Blog. Go check it out.

I'd also like to say thank you to all the folks that stop by to give a look everyday. I was stunned to see the number of People that pop in not just from all over the the US, but from all over the world.
Vietnam
Puerto Rico
Japan
Australia
Sweden
Buenos Aires (I Know its a city)
Madrid (If ever I live somewhere other than the states , it will probably in Spain.)
Ireland
Denmark
France
Brazil
Chile
The UK
Iraq
Iran
Saudi Arabia
Germany
So if you're from South America or South Normal Illinois, Thanks for stopping by.

Didn't Have Time to Go to the Scanner

Ill try and post a less fuzzy version later.
And there you go

A Day in the Bottom

One More For the Road

Fresh Pens

My Dogs Left Me a Present Last Night

It was big, fat, stiff, and oddly, still warm.
My dogs spend most of the waking hours of the day running between my fence, the grapefruit tree and the tangerine tree, in what I thought was a fruitless dream to one day catch a squirrel.
I guess their hard work finally paid off.


I should have taken a photo of the poor beast, but I was too flustered by whole corpse in the kitchen thing to think about it.

An Afternoon in G-Town

Finally Feeling Better

I haven't been that sick in years. Weak as a kitten doesn't come close to describing it. Thanks all for your encouraging words. I'm glad to be up and about again. I'll start posting drawings tomorrow.
Next year, I believe I will take a flu shot.

Okay, I'll do one now.
Have you ever coughed up a lung?

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

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.

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!

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.

ATM Nigtmare #7960

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.

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The Noticer