Color version of this drawing.
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Quivering Voices.
I think these things can be more than 22-page fight scenes—and I’m a guy who likes 22-page fight scenes. I might’ve come for the steak, but I stay for the sizzle. And especially stuff like Denny’s Green Lantern/Green Arrow stuff, first or not, I definitely feel an obligation to carry on those traditions, because these things can be more than what they are. And if you can take something as ultimately frivolous in the cosmic scale of things in the universe and what’s important; people being born and dying and everything else that’s gonna happen today — if one gay kid in Shawnee Mission, Kan., reads an X-Men comic and feels for a second like maybe they’re not entirely alone in the world, that’s amazing. I’ll take it. Whatever size victory that is, I will take.
-Matt Fraction
Friday, January 1, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Prettymuchlalmostkindasorta DONE.
Well, almost. I still have to grey-tone most of it and somehow a page didn't get uploaded to fickr, so I'll have to track that one down. Also there's some spot illos for some pages that need to be done and some stat images to take care of, but fuck it. I'm done drawing the formal part of the book.
180 pages.
2 years of my life.
Goddamn.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Jude, I say.
She puts her head in my lap and I flinch, then reach to stroke her hair. I think I'm embarrassed by her sudden affection, her trust. I'm fifteen and I don't want anyone to know she's my girlfriend.
-Will Christopher Baer, "Kiss Me, Judas"
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Being Beauteous
Against a fall of snow, a Being Beautiful, and very tall.
Whistlings of death and circles of faint music
Make this adored body, swelling and trembling
Like a specter, rise...
Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh.
The true colors of life grow dark,
Shimmering and separate
In the scaffolding, around the Vision.
Shiverings mutter and rise,
And the furious taste of these effects is charged
With deadly whistlings and the raucous music
That the world, far behind us, hurls at our mother of beauty...
She retreats, she rises up...
Oh! Our bones have put on new flesh, for love.
Oh ash-white face!
Oh tousled hair!
Oh crystal arms!
On this cannon I mean to destroy myself
In a swirling of trees and soft air!
-A. Rimbaud.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Desk Shot 295
New Sketchbook.
Went with a recycled one for the brown paper to switch things up. Also went with a smaller one, 8.5x11, rather than the usual 11x14 size that I've been using for the last few years.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
"Murder City" concept art
Messing around with digital pencils to see if it's a method I want to use on the "Murder City" project.
Larger version here
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