Thursday Dumbness

Yes, folks, it's worse than you think. It's an android in an old-fashioned schoolboy outfit (replate with stupid hat) muttering something about mom dressing him.

I must have been polypsychotically bored during that class lecture.


Why Scribbleogue exists.

Noo Cloonan

So instead of always showcasing the kruft I do, I figured we could change the pace and mention the quality stuff other people do, namely Becky Cloonan, whose work I admire quite a bit. She has a new series next year out on Vertigo/DC that takes on some rather interesting subject matter; Religion and Sex. The writer will be Steven Seagle, which tells me that overall, this will at bare minimum, will have some interesting dialogue and certainly good visuals (as a bonus, covers are being provided by Frank Quitely).

After a couple of years trading emails back and forth I finally met Becky at this years Alternative Press Expo, and have to say the woman deserves all the success she finds.

Batmanboobs

So yeah. Batman has big pectorals/man-boobs, and I felt a satirical take on herr Wayne was in order. Yes, it is stupid. These are doodles, not a Bosch triptych.

Bad Brains and Worse Ideas

This is the first (and essentially only) chibi-style anything I have ever done, and I have no idea where it came from. I did it in the lower margin of a notepad sheet while in an Arabic class (because Manga/Anime is the first thing anyone thinks of in the middle of learning Middle Eastern grammar). It is a small old punk with a Bad Brains t-shirt (hence also his statement about being a "cool mountaineer" which is inspired from the song Cool Mountaineers from their much-maligned God Of Love comeback cd (not their best, but still better than most of the utter garbage that passes for punk or hardcore these days). Well, I guess I'll be Sailin' On now...


Why Scribbleogue exists.

First Post!

Well, to start, I suppose I should post a small cross-section of recent scrawls from the margins of several pads of notes I used for various classes (i.e. Comparative Politics, Arabic); you would be amazed at what pops into your head.



This is a rather Frank Miller-esque render of the iconic Grace Jones. She may be a Slave to the Rhythm, but here she is a slave to the caricature.





















These two came to me after seeing a recent image from the eclectic but quite impressive Steamrobo. The one on the yellow pad is some kind of strange Oi! Clown, but wearing a shirt with the title of the debut album from funk-rock band Weapon of Choice (who I once saw open for Fishbone and whose leader is the brother of former Red Hot Chili Pepper, Arik Marshall), and as for the "Mechanical Legs, Mechanical Legs..." it's a line from a Kool Keith track on his album Black Elvis, Lost in Space. The other is just some prefect with a headache, hence the outburst of "OW! Pointy Thing!"




I cannot remember if the following was done on an issue of the Wall Street Journal or the New York Times (I prefer the FT of London anyway), but I just felt like responding to the question in the headline with another question.







Why Scribbleogue exists.

OK, So I Took Awhile Getting Out of Drydock

So the purpose of this blog is simple: I moonlight as an illustrator and fine artist, but I am almost always in a state of doodle-mode. I keep notepads all over the place, but even if I am somewhere without one, any paper surface will do, with just about any lead or ink based implement. On rare occasions something becomes the root of an idea that gets developed further. More often however, the ideas are fragments, cryptic inside jokes, and just straight up visual jibberish. It also tends to deviate heavily from my own finished works, both in tenor and in theme, that I thought I would give them their own home as kind of a series of small scribbled missives.

For the real material, please see my DevArt gallery, or the more recent releases from the Breed Art Group.