filthy sanchez.
posted by michael at 2:24 PM
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
bigmouth.
ballpoint on toned paper>
mixed-media finish. (water color & photoshop) final 7in x 10.5in at 500 dpi. I'm happy with the pants. I've been working on drawing believable clothes out of my noggin. The shirt could be better.
posted by michael at 6:14 PM
Friday, May 26, 2006
takedown.
ballpoint on toned paper>
mixed-media finish. it's a study in clothes wrinkles as much as anything else. pants have always been a test without reference.**CLICK HERE for link to full size image.**
posted by michael at 12:41 AM
Friday, May 19, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
witch.
ink line drawing>
ball point pen draawing on toned paper>
mixed-media finish.in creating this image, i stumbled upon a new process to explore.
posted by michael at 1:42 PM
Friday, May 05, 2006
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The formative years were a blur of playing doctor, Star Wars, and Space Invaders. That turned into spin the bottle, Robotech, and Super-Mario Brothers. Luckily, somewhere in there, my big brother turned me onto the beautiful world of comic books. Comics, animation, and film set my mind on a narrative visual track. Later, college exposed me to an extensive array of self-expression. Now, my education merges with my passion. My art’s all about storytelling. Some stories reveal themselves like never-ending novels and other stories pop like a pinched nipple or a whiff of perfume. I am just as concerned with exploring the entrenched feelings behind a squinting glance on a sour face as I might be with a girl fighting a robot. The spark of an idea for a piece might begin as easily from observations of a squabbling couple at a restaurant as spotting the colorful texture on a rusty pipe or recalling a fading dream while watching cream swirl in the morning coffee. The sparks then evolve into sketches and compositions which I investigate through an assortment of materials and techniques until a fresh story materializes. In other words: I’m all over the map.