One of my favorite words of the past year? Facepalm. It works for so many situations. And here is a classic facepalm. I tried to keep the right parts of this clean, and the other segments dirty. The feeling that the man has isn’t perfect, so he himself doesn’t look so put together.
This one was fun. His blazer is made with dry-erase marker, which does some strange stuff on thin paper. There’s no telling what the dry-erase will do, but I like the way it messes up black areas.
Art school. Hipster. That girl.
Well the blending on this could look better but I liked how her hair turned out.
Though not sourced from it, this one reminds me of a scene from AKIRA the graphic novels, volume 3 I think.
I’ve been looking at a lot of Eric Fischl lately, honing in on the bedroom paintings. The key ace in these pieces are the lines across bodies, created by just-open blinds. Voyeuristic? Yeah. Interesting as art forms? Totally. Though I don’t expect anyone to see the above drawing and say “Those are shadows from barely parted blinds!” I wanted to keep the style and the meaning and keep it weird.
Some people really are modern Midases. Whatever they touch or interact with, it turns into gold. This one ended up looking a bit darker than I wanted it to – originally the idea in mind was drawing the person who jumps from company to company, leaving success and profitability in his/her wake. You don’t really see the person, you see the results and the work.
I didn’t really have a goal with this guy, but his expression ended up being meaningful.
Marc and I ended up at The Domain mall in Austin while looking for a cable from Apple. Tons of great cars out there, outrageous outfits, and terrible little dogs. We visited Victoria’s Secret in order to laugh at the many provocative phrases you can wear now on your butt. It’s easy to go in but tough to get out of there. When you finally get your underwear, the store makes a ceremony of packing the shopping bag with wads of pink glittering paper. There’s SO much paper in those bags! The bottom of each bag holds a durable cardboard square (great for making art on as well), so, everywhere you go, you’re basically carrying a giant pink box. Forced branding. I couldn’t just throw the bag out, so I made something on it. What’s the opposite of a sexy, frisky Victoria’s Secret girl? A gloomy dude. They go together like a horse and carriage.