Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Record Store Day Poster...
I did this poster for Record Store Day.
Rise Against came to SLC and signed
~100 copies of it at Graywhale in
celebration of the event. Pretty rad.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
WIP F-Dragon!!!!!!
A little piece I'm working on for the band F-Dragon.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/F-dragon/156695334349536
(These guys wail)!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Everday Monster #2
Diet Coke Can Monster
Need to finish inking and color, but I wanted to get it up early
Need to finish inking and color, but I wanted to get it up early
in case I forget with it being Valentine's Day and all.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
New Project: Everyday Object Monster-a-Day
So, this is the first image in a year-long series that I am going to do starting today... 2/13/12.
The plan is to take an everyday object and turn it into a monster EVERY DAY for a year.
This is a spray can. He goes by the name of Mr. Bubbles.
The plan is to take an everyday object and turn it into a monster EVERY DAY for a year.
This is a spray can. He goes by the name of Mr. Bubbles.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Steampunk Spider: Concept to Character
Pen Sketch
Photoshop Inking
Photoshop Coloring
Photoshop with Textures
Photoshop with Textures and Shadows
Photoshop: Textures, Shadows, Highlights
Friday, February 3, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Concept Design: Cushio
CUSHIO... Concept to Character
When he was ten, he was savaged by a forest creature they had thought extinct thousands of years before. They killed the beast and put it on display in the largest museum of their world. The boy was taken to Regeneration and they rebuilt him with machine parts and soft things that had been flesh in other bodies. He grew up half-human, and thus never understood what humans wanted.
He killed his first when he was fifteen. By his twenty-first year he ruled the continent with a. guard of mercenaries as ruthless as himself. He went into space with an armada at the age of thirty and left behind him a route of road markers that had been lives and cities and thriving markets. The route made of embers and mass graves.
They stopped him near Aldebaran and space was littered with wreckage beyond the range of even the most sensitive sensors. They took him alive, and they encased him in amber and they imbedded him in the earth of the home world, with cameras that never shut down and never let him out of their sight. And there he stayed, forever. The Regenerators of his world had done their work well. He would live forever.
The mothers of the homeworld, who desired their children to go to sleep, invoked the name of Cushio. They said, “Cushio will take you if you don’t do good.” And the children were too young to know that could never be.
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