Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Gluttony
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Cable
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Round 9: Seven Deadly Sins as Seven Deadly Days

Wanted this to look like an old 50s pinup calender, only in watercolor. Didn't quite get it, and the font needs to be fixed badly.
Saturday: Day of Lust
Who will take the next deadly sin? . . .and which day will it fall on?
Something which may help as inspiration for this is a blog called "People, you'll see in hell"
http://pysih.com/
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
For Jeremy...

We lost a lot this weekend. The students and faculty at SCAD lost an endlessly driven teacher, who loved his students and yet drove them to constantly achieve their best with the no-nonsense style of a taskmaster. Those who knew him lost a kind and generous soul, who never turned his back on people in need, who gave his all for his friends and loved ones. The genre lost true a Sequential Artist, who always kept the Faith, and never gave up.
Me, I lost a brother.
Rest easy, Unclefucker. We'll see each other again.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I remember an office mate...

I first met Jeremy when he started as a part-timer in Sequential Art, he was teaching electronic portfolio or something another like that and I was over in Norris teaching Drawing for Storyboarding at the time. We became office mates when we both shared a desk between Julie and Dove for a couple of quarters. Jeremy had shit everywhere, all the time, books, art, projects and I used to cuss about it constantly as I had only one box of stuff and a laptop. To his credit, Jeremy never apologized for his mess and after a while I realized that it couldn't negate what an awesome and goofy guy he was (and that I had been sharing an office with Larison, overlord to a spectacle of an office mess). Jeremy, I'd see you time to time and chat, the students we shared sung your praises to me and know I'd much rather be looking at that desk, cussing about it than writing this post. I hope this finds you at peace and among the many great artist who have already left us.
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