I’m not hugely into the Marvel universe, I’ve only seen a few of the related movies. But I DID see Captain Marvel and although I’d probably say the movie was just okay overall, I had a pretty good dang time and Brie Larson is incredible.
I used to hate the pink and red combo traditional for Valentine’s Day, but it’s starting to grow on me, you know?
I’ve been working on little valentines with a slightly threatening energy to them this year (while carefully avoiding anything that could be associated with domestic violence/abuse/etc). I’m not sure how many good ideas I’ll be able to come up with this particular theme, but I’ve got at least a few more bouncing around in my head. And, I suppose when it comes to Valentines day, terrible puns are more or less expected if I have a few dumb ideas too.
I had a lot of ideas for last year’s halloween card, and it was tricky to reign them in enough to pick one. Eventually, I settled on the pin up skeleton and my only regret is that I couldn’t make fishnet stockings work on leg bones.
A quick little thing featuring Morrigan from the Dragon Age series. Unlike many of my ink pieces, this one makes minimal use of digital editing/compositing.
The first boss of Dark Souls 3- and absolutely perfect for ink wash. Although this particular game isn't my favorite of the series, it had it's fair share of beautifully designed characters.
I don't love thinking about my own mortality. But I do think it's important to face that reality every once and awhile to at least put thought toward the aspects of death I do have control over- like what would be done with my body.
This one was originally for a show awhile back, and is more or less representative of my discomfort surrounding traditional burials, and how it feels like they tie people, or what we remember about them to their plot in the ground.
I don't have any particular belief about what happens after death, but I prefer the idea that whatever we are or what's left of us goes somewhere else, becomes something else.
I started this piece shortly after I was evacuated. It was a really strange period of waiting- what had started with my dad and I watching the red glow in the distance from our roof had swept into town and threatened my childhood home more quickly than I could have ever imagined- I was powerless to do anything but draw.
Typically my prints are done on linoleum since it doesn't have a grain and is easier to carve, but this one is on wood- I wanted to convey a lack of control, the crackling hunger of the fire and the deep ache of uncertainty- for myself and my hometown.
The sketch and final versions of a piece inspired by Florence and the Machine as well as the myth of the Oracle of Delphi- with a deep sea twist.
I'm allergic to dogs so I can't exactly have one, but that won't stop me from dreaming.
It's pretty difficult as an artist to feel like I'm good enough or being productive enough. I find that it's a constant balancing act to keep that river of self doubt at bay. The best I can ever hope to do is keep it pinned down, and keep moving forward.
I can't give a ton of details at this point, so for now, here's a sketch, a few lil thumbnails, and two words: Salon Valkyrie.
A few people said this end result was a little dark and unexpected, but it IS a character I dreamed up in high school, and the only thing more dramatic than the me of the present was teenage me. Basically, it's meant to be an acidic, black slime type life form that's hollowed out a marble statue to give itself a more solid form. As it moves, the marble cracks and gives it a greater range of motion. Something like that!
I don't do printmaking often (mostly because I don't have a press, or access to one) but occasionally I'll get the urge to do a little linoleum printing because a wooden spoon is almost as good as a press for this process. Sort of. This first image is the digital sketch that I used to transfer onto the blocks.
And here we have the finished print in black and metallic gold. My only regret is that it's nigh impossible to digitally capture the glitter in it.
Potentially embarrassing but true, this is a redraw of what's more or less a high school OC. In original imaginings she had a top of some kind, and I briefly wondered if social media guidelines would require me to put little stars or something over her bits, but it looks like because this is a painting of a statue... I should be in the clear.
I totally don't smoke, but I'm still suckered into the tough, detached glamour vibe that smoking has in Noir films.
I've been sick for the past... almost week and a half... And I guess I'd like to thank a combination of love, soup and cough drops for the reduced amount of coughing these days. Now that I'm on the mend, you can count on more way drawing and a few more birds too.