No new art today again, but someone else’s. I have been struggling this year with my ability to color things in a realistic way; I am constantly awed by all these amazing digital folks who can catch light and shadow so wonderfully, and the process of replicating the color around us and how it conveys depth and mass is still such a mystery to me. I’m such a line-drawing person that I am befoggled by those who can just slap broad patches of paint across a surface and suddenly there are birch trees with a patch of sunlight falling on them that bursts from the frame, or translucent skin that glows from inside. It was in this frame of mind that I stumbled across Gregory Thielker. When you look at his images (which you will, because you are now in the grip of my Jediesque mind-control) just be aware that they are OIL PAINTINGS. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I mean, I’ve seen some photorealists before, but these floored me because they actually convey multiple layers of space. They are 3-D. They are IN. CRED. IBBLE. Click on his name or this picture for more brain-skewering paint-magic.
Archive for the The Crazy World Category
…of the freakin’ surface of MARS!!! Please, for the love of the Solar System, click this picture: (get ready, it’s big)
Of course, I can’t stop thinking about Dune when I look at this. Especially when you compare it to one of the novel’s more recent cover styles:
Weird, huh? Now, you can go here for a great explanation and clearer close-up image of those weird stripey features, but before you do, let it be known that when I first saw this, I thought they were actually tree-like growths towering above the crests of the dunes and pretty much needed to change my pants in the face of a really alien landscape. Sadly, it’s not quite as a incredible as that, but it’s still beautiful and awe-inspiring. I believe I’ll have to illustrate what my brain was perceiving, because it was really sweet.
Speaking of which, sorry for the lack of new art. I’m trying to finish up a couple of the aforementioned board games in time to be Christmas presents.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends in Internetland! Man, I tell ya– this is gonna be a great one, if things are already starting out this way! If you want to please Jesse Gillespie, there are few things that win bigger than the discovery of a brand new lifeform right here on earth that qualifies as “alien-like”. Meet the “squidworm”, recently uncovered by biologists involved in the global (and awesome) Census of Marine Life project. When I first saw this photo, I was immediately reminded of the Old Ones from H. P. Lovecraft’s ‘At the Mountains of Madness’. One of the best parts of this discovery was the addition in one article of a description of its main food source, marine snow, which is “a mix of sinking microscopic plants and animals, faecal material and cast-off mucus.” Mmmm! I’ll have what that guy’s having!
As a side note, the worm seems to bear some similarities to one of my other favorite not-quite-earth-animals, the “elbow squid” (magnapinna). Not enough people know about this guy, and he’s in need of some serious cuddling:
Thank you, O Mighty Creator, for Your ultimate bizarreness. And pie.
Here’re the folks who started Oct. 3rd at 10 am:
…you can check the link for some blogs and pictures. This was my second year doing it. Last year I only drew 14 pages, but they were all finished and snazzy. This year I drew the full 24 pages (!!!), but only in pencil. Once again, my visionambision ran away with my ability to actually perform physical acts within a 24-hour space of time, and I was rendered powerless to ink. But I have to say that I am really pleased with the final results, though I have no idea if I’ll actually finish up the art and stuff or not… I’m thinking of simply turning the blue pencils into greyscale on Photoshop and adding a bit of color, maybe. We’ll see.
As an experience, this year’s 24-hour was outstanding. We had a ton of fun people, many of whom performed with outlandish skill and pluck, coming up with some totally rad comics that I can’t wait to see all put together. We a had a bunch of people connected to the Minneapolis College of Art and Design attending this year, and they really made the rest of us look like crap. Walking around peeking, I felt like I was taking a tour of an animation studio or something! I met some great new comic nerd friends, and got to play some of my own music for everyone this year, which was a real treat. Cheers to Carlos, Vern and Zach, who I had some really nice chats with. I hope I can run into those guys more in the future! I was kind of bummed when it was all over because I had so much fun hobnobbing and lallygagging that I totally forgot to blog at all during the night. Bummage.
Another thing that made it really great was the fact that by putting inking out of my mind as the night went along, the task of drawing all night and day took much less out of me than last year. Inks, especially with a brush, take so much fine motor skill and concentration that you end up locking every muscle in your body up without thinking about it, and it really strains you. At least, it does for an inking amateur like myself. But the pencils flowed smooth and easy all night, and my sketches came out surprisingly clean, with not a whole lot of wasted line. And the whole time I was just really happy with the story that grew from my four randomly-selected dictionary words that I started the event with. As a hint of what’s to come, those words were: THEORY, CONVALESCE, DRYAD, and ORTHODONTICS. That’s right, baby. You couldn’t ask for a better narrative setup.
And to top it all off, Dana made a truckload of the best freakin’ cranberry-oatmeal-white-chocolate-chip cookies ever, increasing everyone’s quality and productivity by over 23.4 percent. Oh, here’re the rockstars who persevered until 10 am the following day (to be fair, Danno Klonowski should also be there, having taken off only moments before. He stayed the whole time even though his comic was finished long hours before. What a star!):
Sorry to say you won’t be able to see the scans of my comic right now, as there aren’t any. Soon, though! I’ll get ’em on here ASAP. In the meantime, click the link below to check out other people’s stuff.
Peace and love, and stay tuned to the Tethered Hawk!
One of my Conspiracy friends, Bob Lipski, does a fantastic minimalist self-published comic called “Uptown Girl“. He honored me by asking me to do a guest comic, which I did. It isn’t as long or cool as I planned it to be due to life being crazy lately, but… it exists. I’ll do something awesome next time, Bob! Anyway, here it is:
In other news, Dana and I are buying our first house! Wow! It’s actually the house we’ve been living in for the last three years, but the owners,two of our best friends, are moving out of the communal-living situation we’ve been doing, and two of our other best friends are movin’ in, and buying the house with us!
Oh, and I also have appeared in a rather ridiculous music video on YouTube for the When in Rome song “The Promise”. In which, if you look closely, you can glimpse my sexy nipple, which I had no idea was exposed. But it quite possibly makes the video about twice as awesome. Judge for yourself! (The other, unusually larger dude (due to camera perspective) is my brother Ben- the video is his brainchild.)
I had a real self-esteem-builder of a Friday: first I was assigned to a second shift at work (read: already worked the overnight shift, then was forced to stay for the morning shift when someone else called in due to snowy roads) and whined and weaseled my way out of most of it because I was responsible for bringing my friends Joe, Cody and Tyler to our other friend Brian’s band’s performance (sorry for the confusing possessives) in St. Paul that night, and I did NOT want to have no sleep for 30 hours before doing so. So I got a smattering of fitful, broken sleep before driving out and immediately getting us all so lost that we not only missed the show, but took four hours getting home again, round trip. That’s twice what it should have been. Here is the illustrated story.
First, we went South on 65, and traveled about 40 miles before realizing that I was supposed to be on 35E.
So we swing around to County 8 to get over there,
And then simply follow… uh… some accidental exit along the way… into the, ah… black gate of chaos.
After driving for two more hours, the space-time continuum collapsed, and our dimension exploded.
There really aren’t words to describe just how lost we eventually became. It was more lost in Minnesota than I’ve ever been. At hour four, we finally arrived in Forest Lake and stopped at an oasis of joy (Sbarro’s Pizza), where we decided that there really NEEDS to be a word to describe just how lost we were, and that fresh new adjective is “transnaklaformglatized”. That’s TRAN-SNACK-LAH-FORM-GLA-TYE… uh.. ZD. Being in the state of transnaklaformglatization. I felt a lot better after we’d established that. I think we actually decided that it means you’re so lost you’ve actually arrived at a place that doesn’t exist. Which is really what it felt like. And though we ended up having fun, I’m really sad we missed Brian’s concert.