Just finished this commissioned painting yesterday. 36×24 inches, acrylic on a wooden board. It was a breath of fresh air after an intense stretch of comics pages. I just hope it doesn’t look like Thomas Kinkade.
Here’s some process photos:
Sepia drawing with a layer of ochre acrylic.
Doro assists as I lay down colors.
Detail from finished piece.
This blog of mine is a sometimes barren wasteland. And let me tell you why.
To me, Internet, you’re a clubhouse of scary kids. I like the idea of having friends, but I’m afraid you’re going to be awful. I’m afraid I won’t live up to your expectations, which may be lower than low. I’m sort of afraid that if we hang out, you’re going to make me kill a squirrel. That, and the fact that contracts keep me from posting work for the world to see.
But you know what I do like? In all your vast, lonesome expanse, I like this.
It’s a start!
Dark Horse Presents #13 is out today, with the next installment of The Creep, by John Arcudi, art by me. The story gets particularly interesting at this point, as I get to venture from the established 80’s Manhattan setting and go even further with the art technique shakeup. This finishes up our run in DHP, with complete issues coming soon (with covers from some comics’ favorite creators— pretty fun!).
This has been a good project during a hard season of life. Along with gaining a baby and losing a brother earlier in the year, I had to make up for a pretty good chunk of lost time on the schedule. Throw in a few side-projects and mix to equal one maxed-out me. Dark Horse and my comics community have been really supportive through it all, which is appreciated. It reminds me of why I felt drawn to a career in comics: more than the work itself, I appreciate the people behind the work. Some of the kindest people you’ll find.
Alright, I’m done with the mush. It’s Wednesday, and the sun is out in Portland. Go buy comics.
After Sarah sent out the latest round of baby Dorothy pictures to friends and family, her dear and clever brother, Dan Zollner, came back with this, and it wins everything.
I love comics fans.
A few years back, I wrote a sonnet for a Monsters and Dames piece (the art was in the Emerald City book, the sonnet accompanied my art print). Since printing up a bunch and selling them all away, I lost the digital file, and the sonnet.
Then this year at Stumptown, a woman named Heather told me she’d purchased that print and had it up on her wall. I told her about my misplacing the file, and a few days later, she emailed me a photo of the piece and a transcript of the sonnet. Thus, it lives, available for purchase once again.