This past week has been primarily spent doing color work on a set of illustrations so once they were finished the workflow was still going so it seemed the time to finally wrap up the full color version of the Brutess. Pretty happy with it I guess.
Hopefully more work will follow soon.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Opinions welcome.
So I've been thinking that trying to maintain multiple blogs is crazy and am now considering merging Finger Twitchings with From the Desk of in order to simplify things. If that happens Finger Twitchings will be the one to go as this one is what I have on my business cards. To me the idea is somewhat awkward since they both feel different in tone and nature but it also feels like one or the other is constantly being ignored.
So what do you, the viewers, think? Should they merge? Not merge? Are people willing to keep track of both? Please let your opinions be heard so as to aid in the upcoming decisions.
Thanks.
the Management.
So what do you, the viewers, think? Should they merge? Not merge? Are people willing to keep track of both? Please let your opinions be heard so as to aid in the upcoming decisions.
Thanks.
the Management.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Joel Vollmer Museum of Art
Family concerns had me in Toledo, OH this past week and while staying with my folks it out of nowhere struck me as funny that their house has transformed into a bizarre little museum of my work. Walk in the front door and a really hideous sculpture (good in concept / bad in execution ) stands atop the piano. On into the family room and you fine a far better sample of my sculptural works and a print adorns the wall. Down the hall to the bedrooms and you pass the first comic submission I ever sent out.
My old bedroom has a lovely sample of early influences.
But two spots in particular seemed like weird little galleries. First the basement, where a collection of large charcoal works hang amid bags ready for the rummage sale, sewing machines, old hi-fi, lawn chairs, book shelves and the like.
Last but not least, the small gallery. Home to some nice little prints and complete with seating so one can gaze and admire.
My old bedroom has a lovely sample of early influences.
But two spots in particular seemed like weird little galleries. First the basement, where a collection of large charcoal works hang amid bags ready for the rummage sale, sewing machines, old hi-fi, lawn chairs, book shelves and the like.
Last but not least, the small gallery. Home to some nice little prints and complete with seating so one can gaze and admire.
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