This is my grandpa, Warren, the original W. he is the man from whom i received my middle name (my dad's first name as well), and this male patterned baldness i seem to be experiencing.
31.5.08
The Original Dubya
This is my grandpa, Warren, the original W. he is the man from whom i received my middle name (my dad's first name as well), and this male patterned baldness i seem to be experiencing.
30.5.08
Jorge Dubya
For a man that i don't necessarily see eye-to-eye with on a lot of issues (i do thank him for the $600 i just received) he was a lot of fun to draw and paint. and for my first attempt at painting a caricature, i feel pretty darn good.
PS if you noticed that this is different from the original post, you get bonus points. i took it down.
19.5.08
Nerdy Competition
so one of my classmates/co-workers/friends/lovers and i engaged in a little (not so) friendly caricaturizing of each other. i hope you enjoy it. if you get an itch, try to guess who it is.... PLEASE! the one on top is obviously me....
15.5.08
Long Black Veil
Listening to Dave Matthews is pretty much an every day occasion for me. So surprises in his music come very few and far between. i can pretty much play every air-instrument to everyone of his songs. but a few years ago, i got all of his live stuff up until that time (i think he has subsequently released a ridiculous amount of live albums) and branched out to his live-only sets, which usually are covers. my favorite cover is entitled "long black veil" which is an old country song which has since been covered by pretty much everyone (see wikipedia). anyway, here are some designs i have been playing around with for the different characters of the story. the woman needs a LOT of work. the emotion just isn't right, but spot on with the source i used.
and here are the lyrics to the song:
Ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was killed beneath the townhall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The judge said son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you wont have to die.
I said not a word, though it meant my life,
For Id been in the arms of my best friends wife.
Oh, she walks these hills in a long black veil.
She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
Oh, now the scaffold is high, eternity is near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
And sometimes at night when the cold winds blow
In a long black veil she cries over my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
Oh, she walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.
Nobody knows. nobody knows, but me.
Nobody knows but me.
13.5.08
Orphan Works Act
No new work yet, but thought i should post about the Orphan Works Act. This piece of legislation is ridiculous. It takes away the copyright laws of artists and will make us register each and every piece of art we make through private companies. It is absurd. I have found this link (http://capwiz.com/illustratorspartnership/home/) which will send a template message to your respective congressman and senators. There you can also individualize your statement. Please take a moment and oppose this act.
1.5.08
Desert Dude
a character i made while doing a silhouette exercise from my character design class. the background is still a work in progress, but my computer is heading to northern california for some repairs (glad i got the applecare extension). it sucks i have to send it in (no computer for 5-7 days?!?!? WTF?!?!?) but at least it got me to post again and hence the plethora of posts
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