I like how this one turned out. I wanted the cyborg/robot to appear somewhat damaged and unsure of itself. I think that was captured with some of the erratic shading and effects. I wanted less explicit detail as well, so a lot of the parts are suggested. I kept the color pallet simple so it would look more like splashes of paint or brands then the actual color of the android.
I put a lot of work in making the frame. I’m not very good at frames but I recognize how important they are for T-shirts. A lot of my work is too complicated to put on a shirt and the frame helps simplify it so it can be printed on different colors of shirts.
Another piece of my long standing zodiac project. This one means a lot to me. One of my best friends fell thirty feet in a climbing accident and hit his head on a rock. It took the doctors three days to determine he was brain dead. They took him off support last Saturday. He was a Gemini and my friend Kendra and I created a unique version of the image for his birthday, which was a week before the accident. He never got to see it finished, but I think he would’ve liked it. He was always supportive of my art. He was probably my only fan when I first started. He was just a good friend, always there for me, even when I wasn’t there for me, and even when I wasn’t there for him.
Gemini 93×104 inches
copr blu-art, Kochre, and arctic-ink 2018
Some minor issues, but we’ll fix them.
Phew. Been working on this one for a few months. A put out a smaller version a while back, then realized it had more potential. So I added, a lot. And made it huge. I’m proud of it. There’s a lot of little details that are easy to miss, especially when it’s shrunk down like this. (If you can find the negative space crab, I’ll be impressed.
I still need to clean up a few things (especially the lips and the transition to the waterfall). But I think it’s on track to be one of my most complex pieces.
94×73 inch digital painting
copr Blu-art and Arktic-ink 2018, all rights reserved.
One of my first real attempts at an augmented kind of full digital photo-realism. Drawn in illustrator and photo-shop and touched up in light-room. I wanted a more surreal vibe for this book as opposed to Saving Hadley’s cover art (will be posted once I’m content with it) which is also realistic but less grounded in a scene or reality. Butterfly Gate’s art on the other hand is all traditional with multimedia touch ups.
The stories have really helped me direct my art and what I wanted to accomplish with that art. Like I had no idea I’d be able to make something like this until I just tried, and I feel like it went pretty well. This is the cover art, but each act will still have it’s own specific artwork, so plenty of fun stuff to work towards and I think this set the tone rather well.
Stuff that went really well: The cracking texture. I found a good balance between distortion and pulling around the structure of the face without ever destroying too much detail that it’d look wonky or even that off. It was probably the hardest part, but I’m really happy with how it turned out.
Canvas dimensions: 4k by 12k pixels (almost fifty inches in the resolution I have set, so it’s actually a pretty big drawing)
Challenges: I redrew the body and sweater three times. Clothes that drape are very difficult to draw with a mouse (I have an Intuos five but actually use a mouse and very small brushes when I shade/texture digital art. I’m weird like that. It is a good mouse with very precise sensitivity settings, so it’s not as hard as it may sound). It’s kind of like pixel art with a LOT of pixels and layers (sixty-three layers). Pretty fun!
Copyright notes: All rights reserved. If you’d like an unmarked copy of the file for personal or print use, ie non-commercial, just let me know and I can get that to you 🙂
Le Willow o’ Wisp
Cornhusking the dog,
Before sipping it’s grog,
A mixture of fermented oils from frogs.
A salesmen at start,
A sick fuck at heart,
Clyde shapens his pitch,
And my lips; how they part.
Wide an’ oh so wallow,
Like this neck in a noose,
He sells me his product,
As my hands won’t come loose.
The bonds o’ his trade,
Le willow of wisp,
A fragment; no spade,
Of hell and its bliss.
Behind me he walks,
Continues his talks,
And slithers his husk around my kin.
Making me watch,
He delivers his thoughts,
Oh; how do the knives even talk?
“The darkness always wins.”
That clay-mold doll,
Strung up on our wall,
Stare out to the night,
An insomniacs call,
Red eyes stare me back,
Coarsened with fright.
That clay-mold doll,
You strung on my wall,
A pale moon flight,
Three hallows prior,
Mom found him at sin,
Before stealing his light.
That old clay doll,
Strung up on my wall,
Bending and breaking,
Clacking and creaking,
Of potters good wake.
That clay-mold doll,
Strung me up on the wall,
And started to sin for the old days sake.
Spent a good amount of time getting the outline done and some preliminary shading so I know where to put the watercolor. Tried a new technique using metals and glue which turned out pretty cool for the first try. I used my fingernail for most of it to be honest. Still need to put in the Shadows and clean up the contour before I get to painting, though.
A few mistakes, but I’m pretty happy with how it’s going.
The first piece of a conceptual project I was commissioned for. This represents the zodiac sign Leo. I wanted to get across the whole sense of individuality and feelings of not quite belonging where-ever you go.
Overall it went pretty well, a lot of pen and line errors, especially in the skeletal portion. Had a lot of fun and learned some new techniques with watercolor.
11×8 inches on blick watercolor paper. Done in watercolor and ballpoint pens. The word are an overlay comprised of typed text and a page from my dictionary.
You’ll never believe:
Some people break and stay broke,
Some people break then make,
the best of the rest.
Try to put the pieces back,
but the jagged edges stick out,
and cut those who try to help.
Shatter my rotting soul,
Grotesque and festering mold.
I can put them back right.
Bring me that light,
let it pierce my shell; so cold.
Do we need to grow so old?
Just want to do what I’m told.