A weary Elgrid wonders why things always happen in threes. And why his hand is so gigantic.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Wanged on its way to the printers by memory stick this afternoon; 50 double page spreads and one glorious cover ( well glorious in that it exists at least ). I am left an empty shell with a cloak of mild depression and a rather nasty throat infection, brung on by the final push. The pages are uplifting and have a life beyond my mind's eye, but the sheer weight of pages and damned file size conspired against getting the character's eyes right. A big mistake to leave these till last...
Thursday, April 22, 2010
A bunch of poses for a poem I'm illustrating. I should've created this before sketching out the scenes, but truth is the character design evolved iteratively as I composed the pages, and so I've reverse engineered this model sheet from the completed scenes.
Next time I'll do it properly..
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's forty minutes since I got out of the shower after the icebath after the run over the Williamsburg bridge & back. I'm on dinner (lamb burgers - thanks for asking), and there's now only 39 minutes to Lost. And there's those really important emails for the new business that I was thinking about all the way back from Manhattan. But no. Not doing the emails. Not grilling the burgers. I'm starting a blog. I blame my 16 month old son, Jack, because he just started one and somewhere along the way to checking out his, I found that I could start mine. Hmm. That'll do. Will I be back? Tune in next sentence.