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Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Behold

This is our stream's OC. There will likely be more to come.


Saturday, September 15, 2012

You guys are a terrible timesink.


Combined with the movies and pre-movie videos, the stream was going for about 11 hours. For some unfathomable reason, I started drawing shit in Paint, inclusing NigNigNight riding Artex from The Neverending Story into the sea. Here are a bunch of terrible things that kept us from sleep.

NNN said "look at this cool guy," then Sely said there was no 34 of Artex. I fixed this.


Artex as a pony for bronyking, complete with sadness cutie mark.

Sely as a dong. (Not necessary accurate to life.)
Ran out of shit to draw so this happened.
Sely requested a kangaroo in a sombrero and poncho wearing boxing gloves.

Sorry.

Apparently typography plays a part in bedtime rituals?

Not the same stream, but here's a drawing of UnhelpfulComments as a majestic unicorn.
More horse shit to come in the future, I'm sure.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Look at it. Looooook.

Today I found a beautiful work of art among the tall buildings and various manifestations of dreary weather.  There were several others just like it, but I believe the one I took for myself was the best. I say this not out of some strange bias; the sidewalk was wet and it was a busy part of town.  I digress. I would like you to meet Chris.


These were scattered all over the sidewalk downtown, just left to die.  Between the horrible shop job, the curly font and the inane smiley, I don't know where to start.  Look at that.  Seriously.  It's fucking beautiful.

That stoic visage brings to mind the thoughtful, reflective expression normally reserved for the statues of the Renaissance.  What most artists could not capture in the smooth beauty of stone with a lifetime of work, Chris has managed  to create naturally just by existing in our undeserving world.  No man could hope to re-create that strong, fuzz-covered jawline.  It is a necessary evil that those no-nonsense shades hide his eyes; oh, what a person would do to but glimpse the mystery of the eyes behind those darkened lenses.  Alas, if that were to happen, mortal minds would likely go mad for having seen the Divine.  Look at the way the body hair ripples majestically in the breeze, the badly-mismatched tan of his time in PhotoShop bringing to light how pure and pale his face is, like that of a delicate Japanese princess.  Oh, and note that "Look Better Naked!" is right across his crotch.

I can't tell if it's a troll or not, but I'm kind of thinking (or hoping) it's real. If so, the man is a genius.  It takes something special to pull this off, and I think he pulled so much off that it has left us blinded in its bronze radiance, a small strip of neon green the only thing left standing.

Actually, I think it's very possible that this man is some sort of criminal mastermind, and possibly pro-eugenics.  He goes about town, scattering these things, hoping to find someone dumb enough to call.  He then lures the intelligence-challenged victims down into him "gym", where he is waiting....  No one can say for sure what he does between the arrival and the killing, but I think we can assume that afterwards he harvests the person's organs to fulfill some sort of sacrificial ritual in which he calls upon the Dark Gods to bestow upon him a naked body worthy of showing off, thus beginning the cycle of terror and bad font choices anew.

Regardless of the motivation or method of body disposal, we can agree that the man is a true artist who likely needs a truck to cart his enormous balls around town on his card-delivery route.  Not many would have the nerve to badly-shop their face onto the hairy, barely-covered body Borat when it's at full glisten.  Although this does make me wonder if this isn't his friend's face and this is some elaborate prank.  Regardless, kudos; this entry is for you and your glorious self.  Thank you for sharing it with those so clearly beneath your Magnificence.  We hope that your business does well.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Opening Post

I will update the style on this eventually, but I just wanted to get it up for practical reasons; it will be updated weekly with movie schedule(s) for the Fridays I stream. The schedule can be found at the top of the page along with the link.


Now that that is out of the way, filling this with something of more substance would be nice, so I will introduce you to my drawing instructor, Nat Jones, whom we enjoy the company of every Thursday afternoon. However, as a fellow artist and someone who despises having their picture taken/published, I will cover him up and he shall heretofore be represented by a friendly scribble who happens to go by the same name.

I didn't have the heart to cover his dreads. Look at those things.  God damn, even his beard has them.  I swear they are magical.

Our head honcho, Owen Brierly, contacted him and he agreed to come and teach us what he knew. Working away from home on several projects, teaching us a class, and dealing with a new baby would make most snap but despite the obvious lack of sleep he manages to keep a pleasant, almost chipper demeanor that leaves me feeling quite content when riding the bus home so I can head to work to have my HP drained again. Mr. Jones claims he has little to no idea what he is doing insofar as teaching classes, but I suppose I have learned a few things (mostly about the industry).

While we complete whatever assignment he provides, he will either stand at the front of the class or pace around the tables regaling us with tales of both amusement and horror, mostly about his interactions with crazed fans. It is one of the more enjoyable lessons I experience on a weekly basis; likely I will spend the rest of my time trying to outdo him, or at least match him in some way. Artist's Curse. Until then, we will continue faffing about by having Nat draw silly lady zombies and their brain-in-a-jar boyfriends on white boards and telling him to take a nap.

SHE'S BEAUTIFUL.

A masterpiece.