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Saturday, January 25, 2014

I have so so much to tell you...

Hey folks,
Sorry for the long radio silence but I've just gotten a working computer and semi-permanent residence. Much has transpired since I last nibbled your ear!

First up is the first in what has been the funnest string of private commissions I've done in a while. Fun subject matter and fun client.


Both illustrated Nietzsche quotes. Below is the thumbnail for the second piece. For once a private commission is something in my wheelhouse and not somebody's dead dog or a godawful joke.

 
There has been a string of great art zines coming out of Canada, the most recent I've worked on is Monster Edition, a Goosebumps fan-art zine. Typically I scoff at fan art requests... but this post contains two... hah.


Kinda wish I spent more time on this one, but I'm happy enough with it. The zine got write-ups on both Huffington Post HERE and Comic Book Resources HERE and yours truly is the second image in both articles. You can snag a copy HERE, it's chock full of some really great art. Par for the course, I didn't get the Patron Saint of Halloween out of my system, and was asked to do a shirt for Mister Dressup, a t-shirt site out of... yup, Canada. Loving that place lately. So yeah, they got the Patron Saint, and the shirt just went live, you can snag one HERE.



Prior to all the Halloween festivities I muscled my way into a Little Nemo tribute book being put out by Locust Moon Comics. The book is full of local favorites like Rog Petersen and Jeffro Kilpatrick, as well as some really big-shot comic artists, and the book is being printed TO THE SCALE OF THE ORIGINAL NEMO COMICS! Fucking crazy. It took a lot of teeth-pulling and coaching from Rog, but I finally jumped the sequential-format hurdle. Not sure when this is coming out, and I can't show you the whole thing, but here's a little quad panel from the page.


 A friend was trying to explain this Totoro character to me and fuck if it made sense... but I had to draw it. All I could think about was what the fuck this thing was possibly eating to get so big, and what drugs it was snorting to have such cracked out eyes. Below is what happens when I muse on the already imaginary.


 So I've gotten into a pretty good work routine;  expect new stuff on the regular. I know I say that every year, but this time I mean it. See that? I just lied to your face. And now... the customary drunk doodles.



Kisses,
Sam