Saturday, December 26, 2009
A Christmas-themed sketch inspired by a facebook post from my onetime Marvel boss, Marcus McLaurin. He had some thoughts on the description of St. Nick in "The Night Before Christmas". Specifically, that the description in the poem doesn't remotely resemble the way that they always draw Santa Claus and in fact describes, in Marcus' words, "a dirty tiny elf". I thought that was brilliant.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
In case you're wondering, these aren't just practice sketches of some random celebrity I saw in a magazine. I had a good reason for drawing this person given that I'm so well informed about her. Like for instance, I learned from looking at the caption of this photograph that she's one of the stars of Gossip Girl, which I'm certain is definitely a show on, uh... TV, I guess. It must be TV. Is it TV? They still make TV shows, right?
Well, I'm glad we settled that. All this research is exhausting.
Monday, December 14, 2009
I had a storyboard job in which the client was very keen that I capture Jennifer Hudson accurately. After a lot of trial and error--emphasis on error--I just put the boards aside and started doing free-form studies of her, in the hope that some kind of breakthrough would occur. Long story short, I pretty much wanted to throw myself in front of a bus after completing each one of these. I can see improvement, but it's agonizingly slow.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Another study, from a photo on www.missharvestmoon.com. Which also has a bunch of Paul Pope art. I really shouldn't have written that, lest it invite any sort of comparison. Aw crap, where's the delete on this thing???
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
"The Facts, the Fury, the Funny."
Morning Sedition (how can you not love a show that gives the finger to NPR right in the title?), on the fledgeling Air America network, was the perfect rowdy morning cocktail of politics and humor. With the jittery, overcaffeinated hand of comedian Marc Maron on the tiller, the show veered from lefty political diatribes and indie-culture guests, to tightly-scripted comedy bits and wildly improvisational locker-room conversations. It was fast-paced and funny as hell, and they had as much fun at the expense of liberals (which is to say themselves) as of the conservative straw men of the day. It was the perfect show to graduate to when you grew out of Howard Stern, so naturally Air America cancelled it the same week that Stern abdicated his audience of 20 million listeners.
Recently Maron started a twice-a-week podcast, and I got instantly addicted. I miss the cast of characters of his old show, but an hour-long window straight into Maron's head turns out to be a f--king great thing.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
After knocking myself out on last week's epic, it felt natural to take it easy on this installment. But more to the point, I seem to have lost my Wacom tablet somewhere at a job site this week, and I can't very well get it back on a Saturday evening. So we're definitely shooting for diminished expectations this time around. I mean you try to model colors on your cartoon characters using nothing but that little track pad on the MacBook.
Click image for full strip.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Despite the fact of my not being a 13-year-old girl, it turns out that Twilight fans and I have something in common: I dig this guy. Not for whatever it is he does on camera in those lousy movies, but because of the interviews he gives where he freely shares his opinions of the series that made him famous. To all the internet Twilight haters out there: 90% of you may as well give up trying, because you're never going to eviscerate it more devastatingly than the film's star already has, publicly (several of his better quotes helpfully compiled by the Daily Beast here).
And he never even needed to go see the movie to understand what was going on. This guy had the thing sussed halfway through his first script read. He completely understood that he was reading the fantasy diary of a woman who's too dim to understand that she's putting her narcissistic personality disorder on display for all the world to see, and-- uhhhh... oh wait, sorry, for a second I forgot I wasn't talking about Sarah Palin's book. What was I saying?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
So this postumous MJ concert/rehearsal/whatever film is coming out. Even the title, "This is It", sounds a bit like an apology.
I'd like to play pop-culture psychic for a moment if I may. I'm guessing Michael wasn't really all that capable of singing or dancing near the end of his life. Therefore the handlers probably gave him less-than-dazzling choreography appropriate to a man in his condition, and intended to pad out the stage show with a lot of filler. They're pumping the advance sales of this film by hyping it as a limited engagement, because word of mouth is going to be blistering. Brace yourself for the Phantom Menace of concert films. It's probably not going to be a catastrophe on the order of the caricature I just drew, but still. Not pretty.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tyler has been gleefully posting some startling recent pictures that document the effects of recrational pharmeceuticals on Lindsay Lohan's face. He takes care to point out that although Lindsay is 23, she really doesn't look a day over 43.
Personally, I find damaged good looks to be kind of aesthetically compelling.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
UPDATE: I have made a print of this available for purchase from my gallery at: keviemetal.imagekind.com.
Hanuman, the Hindu Monkey God, painted as a present for my wife while we were dating. Eventually the image found its way to the inner sleeve of Krishna Das' seminal Live On Earth CD. Since then I've gotten a couple of requests a year for printouts of it, or posters, or t-shirts or what have you. A couple people wanted to turn it into a tattoo.
I feel it's in the spirit of the piece to make a high-quality copy available for free download, which you'll get if you click the thumbnail. I only ask that you don't reproduce it without checking with me, and to credit me anywhere you use it.
Sri Sri Sri Baba Neem Karoli Maharaj Ki Jay
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
So are we all still in love with Megan Fox, or are we deep into the backlash yet? I can't keep track. A couple of months ago all I read was nice things about her, but now apparently everybody hates her. Somehow over the summer she went from being universally adored to being some kind of enemy of the human race.
We males supposedly see attractive women only as sex objects, but that's clearly not true. Eventually we look past that to appreciate a woman's character. Specifically, our feelings of attraction to a famous woman we're never going to meet can result in feelings of shame and inadequacy, which then have to be medicated with scorn and derision. So in a short period of time we go from, "Dude, that Megan Fox is so hot" to "Dude, that Megan Fox is a total bitch".
What complex, enigmatic creatures we are!
Time: 1 hr.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Today I'd like to shout out the Batista fans that come to this site. What up! *fist bump*
I feel closer to you guys today because thanks to my new StatCounter device I now know that you make up about 90% of my traffic. If you're reading this right now, chances are you're a wrestling fan who was doing a random image search on "Batista", and you clicked through to this post purely by law of averages, not because you like what you saw. And evidently you're not sticking around, because that post gets ten hits a day and to date not one comment posted. So really I guess I don't feel that close to you after all. I don't know why I'm typing this. Excuse me, I'm going outside to play!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I've been working my way through Battlestar Galactica lately, and really liking it, but I've been slow to take it up as a sketch subject.
Could be because I spent the summer with blog burnout after those epic Lost posts. Or because the comic strip has been eating up too much of my time. Or it could just be that Jamie Bamber doesn't really inspire me to leap up and race to the drafting table to capture his fascinating range of two or three expressions.
In any event, this is the fighter pilot from Season 3 who escapes his Cylon captors and turns up with a boosted Raider and a dark secret from Adama's past. Awesome bone structure too.
Time: about an hour.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Irina Kobasic (pronounced ee-DEE-na, hence the nickname "Edie"), about a month shy of her fourth birthday, New York City, September 16, 2009.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Just a little facebook silliness. First Bunche put up a post about his horror of Japanese male self-pleasuring toys. Shortly thereafter Rick Parker declared it National "Draw Bunche at Lunch" Day. It was impossible to resist, really. Bunche has a fuller explanation here.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
All my life I've doodled little cartoons of funny things that happened around me. I generally whip them out in pencil or pen, on a post-it or cocktail napkin or whatever's handy, just to get a laugh out of whoever's standing there at the time. Half the time it's just for my own amusement, frankly, and once I've jotted a few lines that capture the idea, I put it down and foget all about it.
This strip is my first concerted effort to take those funny ideas and execute them in finished form. It works like this: my kids will do something funny, and at the first opportunity I'll doodle a strip that would look incomprehensible to anyone but me-- just little squiggles to indicate the key gestures, facial expressions, lines of dialogue. I might get a laugh out of it when I doodle it, or later when I'm flipping through my stack of "scripts" deciding which one to draw.
Which is good, because once I've started drawing it for real it will never ever seem funny to me ever again. Once I'm a little way in I have no idea what I ever found amusing in it, or what comic strips are for, or whether I should even be allowed to own and operate a pencil. It's only because I've made a commitment to the other members of Act-I-Vate that I can force myself not to tear it up, lest some unsuspecting web trawler stumbles across the thing and has their time wasted.
It makes me think a lot about what it must be like to be say, a Judd Apatow, someone who writes and directs comedy movies. Imagine spending several years of your life, utilizing millions of dollars and the talents of hundreds of people, fighting a million battles a day small and large, and then spending another eternity re-watching every second of it over and over in some editing bay. All just to express an idea that you thought was funny over a cup of coffee who-the-hell-can-remember when. It must feel like going insane. I don't know how anyone does it.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
It's been a delirious week at the movies for me. For one thing, I actually got to go to the movies (babysitting grandparents rock). But even more amazing, I saw two films in a row that didn't insult my intelligence and piss on my atrophied cinephile heart. District 9 and Inglorious Basterds are the real deal, films that surprised and delighted me and made me remember why I ever liked movies to begin with.
Inglorious most strongly reminded me of True Romance, the main action being a series of conversations, some of which explode into violence, some that don't, but all fraught with the threat of it. As in the past, I think Tarantino gets unfairly labeled an ultra-violent director, where he mostly employs short bursts of extreme violence that we feel more intensely because we're so engaged with the characters. He does more than almost anyone to de-glorify violence in his refusal to present anything like "gunplay". By the time the first shot is fired it's already too late for everybody. The best hope for survival is to be verbally nimble enough that the guns never come out. If you're going to pull a gun in a Tarantino film, you better be willing to die, along with everyone else in the room, and far too quickly to so much as strike a cool pose.
I'm a believer in Tarantino again after this one. I might even go back and give Kill Bill another chance.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
A warm-up study for a storyboard job. The fact that I'm storyboarding TLC stars should tell you that I'm still pretty far from getting that call from Hollywood. Nobody's putting Stacy London in an action movie anytime soon.
At least this time they gave me a celebrity that I'm actually familiar with. This is because I used to take the jetBlue red-eye from NYC to Denver a lot, and the onboard TV pickings at that time of night were pretty grim. it was either "What Not To Wear", or the History Channel's epic 57-part series, "Can We Think Of Another Fucking Thing To Say About World War II."
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Huffington Post loves to run photos of Rep. Michele Bachmann (R-MN). Invariably those photos are of her gesticulating and making a crazy face, and are always coupled with some kind of out-of-context batshit-sounding quote. Because their job is to make Republicans look bad, they love to portray Bachmann as an abject loon, wildly unhinged, with no sense of shame or personal limits. But see, here's the thing, those all happen to be qualities that I find tremendously appealing in a... candidate. Yeah. Yeah, "candidate", let's go with that.
While I'm no fan of Sarah Palin, I can imagine a darkly fascinating scenario where Palin runs in 2012 and picks this woman as her running mate. The combined level of focused, determined wingnut insanity on that ticket would be nearly impossible to resist. If that were to happen I might just end up pulling the lever for the Republicans this time around. And I'm not talking about voting.