Jet City

Hey folks! I'll be at table A-04 for Jet City Comic show in Tacoma, WA on November 8th. Come by and check it out if you're in the area!

Iron Man Mk. 42 Commission Process

Just finished another commission and figured I'd show the process. I started this with blueline pencil on bristol, after several thumbnails and referring to models and reference.

After the pencils were good enough, it was time for inks. I usually ink with Copic Multiliners, although I'm happy to crack out a brush. For something that requires as much precision as Iron Man, pens were the way to go.

After inks, it was time for markers. I went in with flat colors, using the lightest base tone I had, and blocked everything in.

Once the base colors are laid in, it's time for detail! I basically paint with the Copics and then drop highlights in last with white ink or gel pen.

Aaaaaand this is the final piece, after all's said and done.

Thanos & the Infinity Gems

Finished this bad boy the other day. 2nd try with watercolors & I think I'm finally getting a feel for it.

9x12
Watercolor, gouache, & ink

100lb acid free paper
$200, message me if interested

It's hard to pick a title without sounding cheesy.

Dave's funeral is today & I wish that I could be there to say goodbye, but this post isn't about being sad. I beg your indulgence and ask you to please take the time to read this to the end.

I had a friend tell me something profound that has stuck with me for the last few days. They had gone through a person close to them committing suicide as well, and what they said was this (I paraphrase, so my apologies, but this is what I essentially took out of it): When someone you love kills themselves, you have 2 options, really. You can choose to wrap your grief around yourself like a cloak and let it drag you down into the abyss, or you can honor who they were and what they stood for and celebrate life. I choose to celebrate life.

I'm going to talk openly and honestly about myself for a little bit here to give some context. I'm bipolar. For the better part of the last year, and on & off for a few years now, I've been suffering bouts of major depression. I was in a car wreck, right after art school in 2001, that made it so I couldn't draw for close to a decade. With a lot of hard work I got it back, and was getting fluid again. I worked on a few books, got a couple pieces into magazines, and was feeling pretty damn good. Then I had another flare up that took it away from me again in the most brutal way possible.

I was in constant agony (like pass out screaming agony). My studio fell apart and closed.  A year and a half of opiates, muscle relaxants, minor spinal surgeries, and specialist after specialist who could not help me or offer a comprehensive diagnosis. Cervical radiculopathy, arthritic spine, 3 blown discs in my back, carpal  tunnel, neurological, autoimmune, needs surgery, doesn't need surgery, etc., etc., etc. The last drug that they gave me was an old-school tricyclic called Amitryptaline, which was amazing for a week, and then started to kill my personality. By week 3, I was completely flat. By week four, the unbidden suicidal thoughts came. My brain pushed thoughts about killing myself for the better part of a week before I had a lucid moment and told Rach what was happening. I thank god for that, otherwise I wouldn't be here today. I found out soon after that Amytriptaline is incredibly closely related to and works along the same pathways as Cyclobenzaprine - a drug that I told every single doctor I had seen that I have an extremely bad emotional reaction to. I stopped treatment through Group Health immediately after.

I made a slow recovery afterward, but due to Dave, and the added acupuncture and chiropractic, I did get better. As of last November, I started drawing again, and worked on another book project, but I couldn't shake the depression. All the problems with my body got me into a place where my confidence was shattered. Having my art taken away from me again was too much. I went from being depressed because I was hurt and avoiding activities because they would exacerbate my situation, or cause me more pain, to avoiding things altogether under the idea that it MIGHT make things worse. I've sequestered myself away from most of my friends, and spent hours at a time sitting in a dark room, staring at a wall, because..well, it sounded like the best choice at the time. I felt...unworthy...broken...a million and one different, terrible things about myself.

I developed (and still struggle with) a hyper-realized fear of failure - to the point that I stopped drawing completely, even when on some level I knew that I physically could. I was so terrified of failure and of putting myself out there that it was better to just not start anything in the first place, because then it was impossible to let anyone, or myself, down. I did it all without realizing that giving up was really the biggest failing of all.

That's basically been the last few years of my life.

This week, I noticed something interesting and weird - in the last couple of days, really. Dave's death has done something to snap me out of my depression. As I've started to come out of the depths of my grief for the loss of my friend, I realized that the burgeoning sense of hopelessness has gradually disappeared, evaporating around me like smoke dissipating in a stiff breeze. Everything around me doesn't seem quite so dark anymore in the corners of my mind. My creativity is starting to come back, and I'm beginning to be able to envision what I want to draw again at least somewhat clearly. I've been more social in the last 2 days than I have been in a really long time, taking the time to reconnect with friends that I hadn't seen in over a year, and realizing again how much I love life and miss living it.

I can't help but think, that in life, Dave, you helped fix my body, and in death, you fixed my soul. And I thank you so much for that last gift, my dear, dear friend. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don't think I'll ever stop missing your presence, but I'll always carry a piece of you with me.

Loss...

One of my best friends killed himself last week. I'm still reeling, and I honestly don't know what to do except write about it. It feels so woefully deficient, talking about loss and a depth of feelings that can never be accurately described in words. I thought "heartbroken" was a euphemism, but I really feel like something inside has been savaged beyond repair. There's a hole in my life in the the shape of Dave, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm a fixer. I try to make things right.

It's been a week, and my mind is finally wrapping around the idea that there's nothing I can do. That he's gone. That I won't hear his voice, or see his kind smile, or the mischievous twinkle in his eye ever again. I miss you, Dave. I love you, man.

You're looking at the new co-host of The Super Awesome Geek Show!

Been a while, hasn't it? I realize that I start a lot of blog posts that way. Gods below know that I'm pretty fucking awful about keeping anything but my Facebook updated. Since this is a special occasion though, I NEEDED to post something up here! AS you might have guessed from the title, I was honored this week to be asked to be a regular part of The Super Awesome Geek Show podcast! I was a guest on the Batman themed show & wound up babbling on so much that they had to cut it into 2 separate shows. Guess I didn't do too terribly awful though LOL!

My first show, now lovingly know as episodes 13a and 13b are supposed to drop later this month. Tune in to hear me call David Goyer an asshole (you screw with J'onn J'onzz and you screw with me, son!) & why people who hate comics shouldn't write comic book movies. LOL I've heard there may be some bleeping out in a couple passages. ;)

Vision done!

Got my brand new Copic Anniversary set today, and decided it was time to play! Finished coloring my black & white Vision, and was very pleased with the end result. Gods, I love Copics. =)

ECCC Batman sketch is up for sale on eBay!

The ECCC Batman sketch that I posted up earlier is up for grabs on eBay! Check out the auction here.

Whoa...apparently I never posted this. Balrog from LOTR.

How did I forget to post this guy up here? I suck at organization. LOL!

Do not argue with this guy. He might bleach out all of your clothes!

Apocalypse NOM!

Glad I was finally able to finish this guy before the show. He's just so damn cute, and wound up being a huge draw to my table. The original is now officially SOLD!

He just wants to get to the creamy chocolate center. ;)

ECCC 2014

Gods, ECCC was such a blast! This was my first time doing the show as an artist instead of a retailer, and damn if it wasn't amazing! Sold quite a few prints at the show and learned a ton. #1 rule of doing con as an artist: Don't show up on day 2 at 8AM. Everyone will laugh at you. LOL

Here are the pieces I wound up doing at the booth during the show.

Joker, based off the Coney Island Steeplechase face.

The Spirit

Dick Grayson Batman

Harley Quinn commission in progress

Been working on this gal for quite a while now. Trying to take it extra careful, as it's ultimately for a tattoo. Next step: inks!

Update (3/2/14) Inks WIP

Inks done!

And finished with Copics.

Holy SHIT! Something new!!!

Yeah, I'm fucking awful. I know it. I don't post anything for AGES, and just when you think I've fallen off the face of the planet...

Both will be available at my table at ECCC 2014, along with a whole lot of other stuff. =)