Playing with a pretty warm color scheme for The Mog Log:
I always enjoy drawing people oblivious to destruction (from A Mild-Mannered Reporter):
Here’s the latest work I’ve done for Massively!
Trying a bit more of the SRS COMIC BOOK LOOK forA Mild-Mannered Reporter (with the dash of humor I can’t live without):
And the work for The Mog Log. I really, really like this piece. I feel like the colors all just came together, and everything looks smooth and pretty.
To practice my hand-lettering, I’m working on a series of fake business logos. No vectors or fonts, just me, a pencil, brush and a ruler, kickin’ it old school. The talented Eliot Lefebvre has been kind enough to provide me with copy regarding the prosperous fake business The Stop Life Cafe.
Founded in 1954 by Stanley Lauder, the Stop Lite Cafe was located at the intersection of two major streets in Middletown, CT. The cafe’s primary advertising gimmick was its sign, which cycled through the three colors of the light at regular intervals. Lauder, a veteran of World War 2, proudly advertised that his cafe would allow you to come in, get your food, and be out before the light changed.
Lauder did brisk business until 1963, when the advent of franchise fast-food joints began to impact his sales. Clever at advertising, he changed the cafe’s atmosphere to being one where you could stop and go back to a simpler time. The uniforms were slightly redesigned to look more archaic, and business remained steady even after Lauder passed away in 1979, giving control of the restaurant to his sons. Dwight, his younger son, had no interest in running the restaurant, preferring to run away to San Francisco and attempt a career in art until his death in a car accident in 1983. Ronald Lauder, the older brother, was the primary owner until 1987. Due to mounting financial costs and a steady drop-off in business, he sold the property to a development interest that demolished the old building and put in a small apartment complex.
My friend Anne, awesome buddy and mehndi artist extraordinaire, traded me some excellent henna for a book. She and a friend are re-reading Moby-Dick and are going to pass a journal back and forth as they do so. So, I made her a Moby-Dick book and I am going to join in on the fun. I have never actually read any Melville, except for the time I had to read Billy Budd in high school, probably at gunpoint, and thought it was unintentionally hysterical. I have high hopes for Moby, though. At the very least it will earn me some literary karma, which I desperately need after reading not one but THREE Charlaine Harris books. Also, one time I think I accidentally read a Nora Roberts book. My excuse was that I had a 104.3 degree fever at the time.
Anyway, I think this came out pretty cute for a killer albino sperm whale:
These are the endleaves. My friend Meg convinced me to buy this cute little whale hole punch for the book, because it seemed wholly inappropriate for the theme. I concurred. Also, in this picture, you can see just how bad my dermatitis is.
Remember kiddos, if you like my handmade journals, I take commissions. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll talk. Just as a reminder too, I also take commissions for art, fanart, etc. etc. I will not, however, come to your house and play the ukelele for your amusement.
So apparently my bizarre little doodle Ben Linus’ Big Fun Party which stunned some, confused others and was ignored by the other 99.9% of the population, made it onto Little Box of Ideas’ LOST Fanart list. First I was excited, then humbled, then depressed at the fact that everyone else’s art is so much more awesome than mine is.
Go on, check it out. It’s a must see for LOST fans!