Not quite a Scribble

So this isn't really a scribble. It is actually the only evidence I have of an image I did as a commission about 12 years ago from a WW2 era image for a client I do not remember other than the fact that he attended one of those for-profit night-schools for "working professionals" (basically a degree mill).

It was drawn and toned in ink (Maybe Higgins, maybe Rotring) using a croquill pen and various brushes IIRC.

Post-it of the Week

So on a recent trip I overheard the following: I like Dingoes, they eat babies. Now while I am quite sure it was said in the spirit of warped humor, it was stil a head-turner and I nearly projectile hosed my beer through my nostrils on hearing it in the restaurant the Missus and I were in.

A few days later I drew this little face and for some reason that line flew back into my head when I needed a phrase to have attached to it.

Merhaba

So here is something dug up from this summers brief Arabic 1 refresher course. Some guy saying Merhaba, also known as Hello, Ola, Yo!, Ohayo, 'Sup?, and Aloha. I drew it with my current cheap writing pen of choice, a Pilot G-2 (0.5 tip) and spent about 30-60 seconds in Photoshop or GIMP adding quick color.

Make mine Marvel (for once)

So I did read a lot of comics in the 1980s, most notably DC with a lot of indies like First, Comico, Eclipse, and Fantagraphics. I was not a big Marvel guy except for the X-related titles; X-Men, X-Factor and the New Mutants. I had picked up on NM when Jackson Guice and Kyle Baker were on the art chores and what a solid team that was. Baker had not moved into his more cartoonish period yet, and his inking was some of the best of the period. Their take on a techno-organic being named Warlock (who could be described as Saturday Morning Cartoons without ritalin running through a schitzophrenic episode of goofiness). Later I would discover the creator of this character was Bill Sienkiewicz, an artist who I still place in the same range as Jasper Johns and Gustav Klimt.

That being said, I started doodling what I would want to lay out as my own version of the inimitable toaster on psychotropics guy, and while I have not started on an actual illustration, I was quite amused by the thumbnail I scratched up one evening.

Snikt

Everyone loves Wolverine. Except when he is largely cut off at the top third of his head and is slicing his way through your Poli-Sci notes.

Or I suppose for some getting their Poli-Sci notes shredded would be a blessing, but I happen to like Poli-Sci. Then again, I read books like The International Dimensions of Internal Conflict and John Foster Dulles: Soldier For Peace instead of what is the latest on the Oprah book club list or in the counter racks at Safeway.