I’m still here, plugging away at some album art commissions, and gearing up for Fanexpo again. I’d apologize for the absence, but you didn’t want to read about anything that’s happened to me in the last year anyway.
Speaking of Fanexpo, I figured this year I’d redesign the cast of Futurama, knowing full well prints and such of which would
be a convention cash cow delight convention-goers both hither and yon. Besides that, though, it was also a fun exercise in character design, learning to distill an existing character down to its necessary elements. It’s something I don’t pay attention to enough.
So here’s the main cast, in the order I drew them. And here’s a wallpaper of all seven, if that’s all you came for. I know it is. And that’s okay.
At this point, I was just drawing Zoidberg for shits (hence the lack of secondary references to the series, as in the rest of them). I always disliked how he’s never been explicitly defined to be more like a lobster or cuttlefish, and so this design was based entirely on that executive decision. Luckily for me, stuffing any red sea creature into a doctor’s coat reads as Zoidberg, so long as his hands are claws.
After Zoidberg was done, I decided I should give all the ugly ones some credit, so Farnsworth was the next logical choice. I like drawing severely old characters, and Farnsworth is especially easy. Draw a wrinkled mess, add glasses and slippers, celebrate your success.
Personally, I don’t really care for Hermes that much, but his shapes are too much fun – I couldn’t not give him a go, and certainly not without his brain slug. Originally I was going to make most of his head a tentacled, brain-slugged mess. For the sake of clarity, I’m glad I didn’t.
I knew I wasn’t going to give Bender a face from the get-go; why would a robot require a face? The shutter shades on his forehead are simply there to draw attention to this fact. Part of me thinks I should have added more of the ‘real’ Bender’s redneck hard-drinkin’ vibe, but his attire here is more or less a tribute to the profound impact that the phrase ‘shut up baby, I know it‘ has had on my life.
Leela’s look is too ambiguous in the show. She’s supposed to be a girl trapped in a bitch’s body, and I’ve always found her look too plain to truly communicate it properly. Tattoos, a gun, and an emphasis on her man-boots (complete with crazy green stripe!) help harden her up, for the sake of softening her up. It’s hardly noticable in the final, but the sleeve tattoo on her left (our right) arm was originally of Yivo. I had to alter the colour scheme – it was getting to be a really loud arm.
Also, I hate Nibbler. I fucking hate Nibbler. So now he’s a chubby eyeless sloth creature. That’s more my speed.
I’ve always wanted to like Amy, but the show has never really made her a memorable character. I had nothing for this one, no way to make sense of the Amy that currently exists, so I decided to redesign her to better fit her actual function within the show’s universe: as Farnsworth’s grad student, finishing her PhD. As such, I opted for a more
racist stereotypical grad student look, with thick-rimmed glasses, straight cut bangs, and a lab coat. Honestly, I think I failed with this one, as alone, you’d never know it was her, but whatever. Still an improvement over the Amy we watch exist for no reason every week.
Fry just isn’t dirty enough. For a bum who never showers and lives and works in a pizza place, one would think he’d look a hell of a lot more dishevelled than he appears on the show. The sideburns pretty much took care of that on their own. Who knew. At first I didn’t want to add the hair flip, but let’s be honest – that’d have been stupid.
This is going to be at FanExpo. This is going to be in exceptionally limited quantity. This will also have a special variant, which you’ll have to come to the con to see. Seriously, guys, come to FanExpo. My high five quota for August is gonna be tough to reach without you!
UPDATE: I’ve been receiving an awful lot of requests for prints of Luigi. Due to demand, you can now have one for your very own! Shoot me an email and let’s make your wall pretty as hell.
Behold: a new special edition original print that’ll be available at FanExpo 2011! There will only be so many of these, and goodness knows skulls with vaginas in them are the hottest thing on the block right now, so make sure you visit my table early!
In other news, I’ve been absolutely loving Google+ so far – if you’ve received an invite, look me up, and let’s HANG OUT™.
Chances are, anyone worth a shit has already moonwalked to the Steam Whistle Brewery to check out Smiling Antimatter, so at this point I feel pretty alright showing you what I’ve got up there. Each piece is grander than the last, and they’re all for sale! Feel free to contact me if you’d like to have some awesome art installed in your living room / bathroom / laundry room / bondage dungeon.
I still highly suggest you head down to the gallery to take a peek at the rest of the pieces, and have a beer – besides, these photos pale in comparison to the real thing. You’ve got until July 1st! Hurry!
I was going to write herein a retrospective of the Bit.Trip series. I was going to hand propers to Gaijin Games and Alex Neuse in particular for elevating with Bit.Trip FLUX the standard by which I and many others will evaluate all subsequent gaming – and, perhaps even entertainment – experiences. I had planned on discussing at length CommanderVideo and his role as player avatar, metaphorical vehicle, and experience icon. But frankly, I’m at a loss for words. So I’ll just let the pictures talk.
Alex, Mike, Chris, and Danny: your work is invigorating, thought-provoking, and full of heart — and I cannot thank you enough for letting me be a part of it, as both a colleague and a gamer.
I can’t wait to see where you guys go next. Keep rocking the hardest.
And now for something completely
different: weeks the third and fourth of Daily-Draw February, Cognoman’s gift to the world of internet. Drink deep of my continued highlight reel, that it might tickle your junk so good, you’ll need to buy a semen-resistant splash guard for your monitor.
I’m lying: part two is essentially a descent into apathy with the whole event. Still, there’s some gems in there, so you may as well take a look.
He-Man Week continued with Orko, Beastman and Adam, respectively. I ran out of pencil leads for Beastman. I really don’t like drawing with anything but my mechanical pencil, and I think it shows.
By the 18th, drawing was legitimately becoming less fun. No one should have to draw continually for 30ish days, so I tried to mix it up with some photography a la Chris Cunningham, to mixed results. Literally.
Eventually, I was just reaching. My eye had been twitching for days (at time of writing, it still is) – perhaps tapping out a morse code, begging me to knock it the fuck off. I didn’t listen, but I did draw some fish.
All throughout the Feb challenge, I’d been watching Star Trek TNG as a means to keep relatively in the zone. It worked to a degree, and I managed to poop a Worf, which I then proceeded to completely ruin with overtexturing. I might come back and paint this. Who knows.
I had a sudden flamingo fetish just before the end – don’t ask. Know, though, that you can download the last one there as a desktop wallpaper by clicking here.
It ended with Donkey Koach. It always ends with Donkey Koach.
I drew a bunch of other stuff, but let’s face it: four weeks solid of drawing is a long time, and frankly, not much else is really worth me shoving into your eyes, so this is all you get. Will I continue to draw every day this year after this? No. No I will not. Definitely scrapping that plan. I need a break. But I do have a few awesome projects on the horizon, so keep your eyes banana peeled – or don’t, because I’ll likely be alerting most of the people reading this via Twitter or Facebook anyway. So, more accurately, just be prepared, I guess.
As noted by the previous blog entry, I’ve spent the last month holed up in my bedroom, smelling of my own waste and doodling like a crazy person. If you’ve followed the festivities on Satellite Soda proper, reading this is a waste of your time. If not, here’s some highlights from the first two weeks of Daily-Draw February. The final two weeks are where it took a turn for the worse and everyone began to get burnt out, so really, you have nothing to look forward to. But whatever. As always, click to enlarge, and leave all complaints below. You guys are the best.
It began with crabgulls. Because everything begins with crabgulls.
I posted this self-portrait in the previous post, but for consistency’s sake, it’s here, too. Deal with that shit.
Neil Lalonde’s Sad Basset would come to engender the ultimate spirit of the competition – that of tired wrists and tireder minds. I rendered this entirely with a mechanical pencil. I’m an idiot.
A mockup of a screenshot from a ficitonal Big Lebowski animé had everyone momentarily scratching their heads. If only. If only…
For reasons completely unknown to me,
popular McDonald’s character Grimace became a trend for a few days early on. Fuck you, this is totally a picture of Grimace.
John Cullen‘s Manotec made the scene – in square form. This would turn out to be the only thing I fully painted for the Feb challenge. Frankly, I’m happy I didn’t try to paint a second.
Suddenly made aware of all our mistakes and bad habits through continual forced drawing, conceptual bankruptcy began to take hold. In desperation, I attempted a blind contour life drawing of my Facebook page. Postmodernism at its finest.
My hand was becoming a claw, so I opted for the tender release of Etch A Sketch dials – and promptly proceeded to draw myself with them.
Valentine’s day happened to be the beginning of what Neil and I declared He-Man Week. If He-Man characters were healing kisses, I’d be all about Man-at-Arms. What a fucking stud. No, I don’t know why his feet are so disproportionate. Stop asking.
Anyway, that’s all that’s fit for print for weeks one and two – I’ll throw up weeks three and four tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Surely you can wait.
I still get a fucking ton of traffic to this blog regarding this image, but since my blog database went kaput, it ceased to exist. So, just to clarify: yes, I’m the artist behind this really, really fucking creepy Miyamoto, along with John Cullen, who did the linework.
So, uh… I kind of let my database get deleted. Goodbye, every post up to today! If you want to take a peek at drawings of old, you’re pretty much SOL. Sorry about that. Maybe I’ll post some older stuff at a newer time – like, one newer than this one. With 2010 all but over, I guess now’s the time to get away with things like restarting a blog from scratch. Besides, I should refresh the look of this place anyway. January will be full of cool shit. I pinky promise.
Anyway, you probably want to know what this image you already skipped this text for and aren’t reading anyway is all about.
If you’re not aware of my chum Vicki Nerino, you are quite clearly subhuman in your capacity to stay on top of cool things. Recently (probably a lie), she tossed like a shuriken at my head a copy of her latest Ted Bear jam, Condom Capers. I’d already been a fan of Ted’s adventures, and my delight at this particular short drove me over the edge.
I’m a big fan of the hideous quality that all those recent cartoon-turned-uncanny-valley-CG animated hybrid films seem to carry of late, and wanted to transpose that feeling into this image: what if an indie comic hero was turned into a big-budget Hollywood turd? The result might be something like this.
I give you Ted Bear: The Movie.