Sometimes I get a job and I have absolutely no idea what it is for or how it is to be used. This was one like they. My art direction called for two cartoony cows taking bows, one in a tux and top hat and the other in a tutu and please, no personal parts showing. I’m still not sure in what context this is to be used, but it did remind me of one of my favorite cow jokes…
What do you call a couple of bad dairy cows? Milk Duds…
A high school kid was looking through my sketchbook the other day, got to the last page of it, looked up at me and said, “man, there’s some pretty, uhm… weird stuff in there”, and I said, “yup, kinda scary isn’t it?”
I cannot sit and do art for eight solid hours, so I take occasional breaks during the day and play an online game called Ikariam. Ikariam is a Risk game on steroids. Based on ancient Greece, you build your own little civilization, pillage other peoples stuff, and work with others to keep from getting pillaged. I have met people from all over the world playing this game.
Over the course of this last year, Ikariam has inspired a lot of the artwork that I’ve posted on my blog. I’m in the process of taking that art and turning it into a daily paper for the folks I play the game with. I’m creating a mythology of my pretend city on…
…uhm, yep, kinda weird, right? Hey, I say the weirder the better! You might enjoy following along and seeing how I “repurpose” a bunch of last years blog art into this brand new… uhm… blog newspaper thing…
Creatives can find inspiration in some odd places.
My buddy Jeff just got a Wacom Tablet and asked me for a few pointers on digital painting. Jeff was my youngest sons hockey coach when we lived in Texas, and fearing a vicious cross check from him if I didn’t comply, here is a little tutorial…
…well, it’s not so much a tutorial as it is me rambling on and on, trying to string several words together in hopes they will somehow form complete sentences.
A tough old cowboy told his grandson that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gun powder on his oatmeal every morning.
The grandson did this religiously to the age of 103. When he died, he left 14 children, 30 grand-children, 45 great-grandchildren, 25 great-great grandchildren, and a 15 foot hole where the crematorium used to be.