We did metal embossing in class the other day.
654. Vigilante
I was 5 years old, around Christmastime. My brother Kent took me to a local bookstore off the corner of Dayton-Xenia Rd. and Fairfield Rd. It hasn’t been there for ages, decades. I don’t know why we there, but I was looking at comics. I think he bought me a Star Wars comic. But while looking, I saw a comic with a goggled man clad in black pointing a gun directly at the reader. Behind him was a collage of newsprint. It was striking. It has remained burned in my brain for 33 years.
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I’ve been trying to draw more original illustration-y stuff, works I can turn into prints and not have to rely on licensed characters or fan-art. Also, to work on my own personal artistic growth and purpose. Up til now, my post-it doodles (and digital sketches) have been as close to whatever “art” is inside me as I can get. This is me trying to take the mentality of the post-its to a more completed illustrative place.
652. Wild Dog
Don’t know much about Wild Dog, other than I’ve seen the character’s ads since I started reading comics. There’s a part of me that thinks “well, thats just ridiculous looking.” Which is in itself ridiculous. It’s comics.
Anyway, I am enjoying this character on the show Arrow. In fact, between him, Ragman, & Mr. Terrific (Artemis has yet to win any of my love), I’d rather watch a show about those guys than any of the Green Arrow/Ollie bullshit.
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Ghost.
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Prophetic.
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Well. We’re all fucked.
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At the time of this writing, I have no idea what the shape of the world is. Let’s hope it’s just a bit banged up, but with a promising recovery.
647. Sad Monster
As most folks may know, I am The Sad Monster. It has sort of become my alter ego over the last year and a half/two years. The Sad Monster has also sort of become my artistic through-line, purpose, identity, and calling card. A self-portrait is the saddest monster I could draw.
This is the 2nd saddest. Also the most monstrous.
If you’re voting for this racist, misogynist, facist, sub-human, Oompa Loompa garbage fire today, consider yourself persona non-grata in my life.