actually, i've pretty much wrapped this up. all i need to do is muster the will power to re draw the tips of two light sabers and a corner of a cape but for some reason that seems to be neigh on impossible.
mmm, slightly less scrappy than the last version, no?
boss man had a meeting with the warwick castle people and they seem to want to use this which is very, VERY exciting. there are a couple of things that need tweaking (shockingly shite castle, i'm looking at you) and obviously there's going to be some more text but who knows, you might see this floating round london come autumn.
wow, does the border make anyone else think national geographic?
uuuugh, out of practice. last couple of times i've been, i've mostly been working in the moleskin or on the lap top so going back to A1 was a bit of a system shock (clearly).
also, for the love of god can we PLEASE try and draw some women that don't look like dudes with boobs. i know leonardo did it and was a genious and all, but i don't see you painting the sistine chapel any time soon.
organic painting, because my eyeballs were going to actually boil in their sockets if i looked at the monitor for even one more second and cleaning all that eyeball goop out of the keyboard would be a total bitch.
seriously though, i'm concerned with the amount of art i'm doing on the computer. i miss tangible produce.
photos of orestes mark 2. many brave inches^3 of super sculpy gave their lives in the struggle to realize orestes mark 1 which eventually imploded under the weight of ill planning. *sniff* your noble sacrifice will not be forgotten.
oh my god i'm so sleep deprived and there's so much work i need to do.
i wonder if that has anything to do with the nonsensical nature of this post...
did something about the appalling lack of emotion going in in this guys face but it turns out that version of the drawing's getting scrapped anyways since the angle didn't match up with that of the pre-selected back ground.
that said though, i'm working on the new pencils and it's looking way better this time round.
do over of the refugee illustration for folio although elen seemed to prefer the more emo-tastic version. i guess i wanted to try something a little more design based rather than literal... for which i totally blame the graphic genius of chris ware.
christ... those blank, soulless eyes are actually a little creepy.
my boss is so very awesome. he might have possibly got me a gig doing the poster for this event going on at warrick castle. it's either the celebrations of some big birthday of henry viii or the production the fencing academy's putting on for their bicentennial- i'm not sure...
anyhoo, they needed an idea of the color scheme so here's a rather gross thumbnail i sent them. for some reason they seemed to actually like it.
did you know in his younger days, Henry enjoyed playing a sport called REAL tennis? also, Edward wasn't his only son- he had another, illegitimate son called henry fitzroy. Henry made steps to name him heir but never went through with it. fitzroy's death by TB might have also had something to do with that.
*GASP* what!? moar throat slitting art?!? how utterly delightful!
but yeah, illustration for an article on refugees. this was going to be a whole lot more ambitious, shot at an angle with a tone of hands clutching at the fence but then 1. there's not a whole lotta space for the illustrations so the tiny reproduction would most likely be unreadable and 2. there was a little matter of meeting the deadline.
but yeah, kinda sorta preliminary work for a crappy little sculpture i made (watch this space) based around Orestes little run in with the furies. for more on that, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orestes_(mythology) or http://threepennyorchestra.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-those-crazy-greeks.html and oh dear, i think i just fragged the text formatting on this post.
did you know that coffee is a wonderful artistic medium? it's true!
art jam leftovers- theme this time round was 'three panel comic'. rather than try and be all witty and cleaver about it, just churned out the most re-god-damn-diculouse thing i could think of; namely an unlikely duo saving the city from a 90ft barney with the power of ROCK.
in order to do something about all the black and white kicking around here latley, may i re-introduce you to the colour purple?