Here's one for Germaine G

I had a break in a busy day to scrawl something down.
Initially I had intended to draw a response to something Grillo had penned (Bugs Bunny with huge tits).
It really wasn't working but I must still have a bit of Chuck Jones on my mind because I accidently drew something resembling his Hasaan character ("Hasaaaaan CHOP!" - you know the one).
As noted, I dedicate this image to Germaine Greer and all her friends.

Eurovision Art Contest - Godiva

This months topic was "Godiva".
I did a tribute to several people vastly more talented than I.
My linework really doesn't match but I think the concept is solid (ugh - I just sounded just like a commercial producer....).
Also - I do a reasonable job of a Chuck Jones Bugs, and I'm pleased with that.

Busy Again

I'm flying solo again at the moment, but I had time to whip this up.
At the other end of these zaps is a stupid fuck sales rep, the anger in which he brings out in me is immeasureable.

This image is unrelated but I feel like this sometimes.


And again, on a completely non-related note, I've just listened to a song that contains one of my favourite lyrics.
I present them to you.
"Like pawn shop furniture, or arrowroot biscuits,
I'm cheap and I'm everywhere and I'm good for 5 minutes".

Bob The Builder

Well.
I'm not much of a handyman although there are some things I've learned over the years through home renovations.
Those regular visitors know that I'm finishing a few bits and pieces of my house so I can sell it.
I've spent the last few days clear coating architraves.
I did the last coat on the skirting board last night with the last dribble left in the tin.
When I woke up this morning I discovered that the end of the tin was all tained and it looked like I'd been painting with glue.
I was not happy.
A quick sand an a repaint with clear coat was all it took to fix, but they will never look as nice as they did before I fucked them up.
I also did a tiny bit of painting.
It's remarkable really - give me a brush and a pile of colours and I'll whip you up something spectacular.
A blank wall...can I ever make it look good?....
I would never ask my builder to whip me up a commercial script or a mural would I, so why do I tackle these little things???

Maestro

Late today!
I was busy.

Miss Pub 2005

This erotic image was inspired by the Canadian infidel Smook, via a verification password on the blog of the Matt Jones, Traitor to the Crown.
I understand my naked form can inspire desire and lust in both sexes....try and control your urges unless you have a loved one who can lend a hand or orifice.

Very Silly Pulp Nonsense

I debated posting this for some time.
It's incredibly silly and not the kind of thing I would normally do.
Overly serious and well...it's utterly silly...but here it is.
I'm busy today and not sure if I'll get time for something a little better.

Added note - I don't have a problem posting violence and sex (which anyone who knows me well realises).
My issue with this picture is simply that it's dopey, high school stuff.
Cheers.

Moron

I took my hands into my life today getting my lunch.
This is an accurate and to scale diagram of the event.
I was waiting to turn into a carpark and the dumb bitch in front of me thought it would be a great idea to stop in the entranceway to the carpark while she looked for a spot.
Leaving me in the path of the oncoming traffic.


Fortunately I've seen King Kong twice in the cinemas so I knew how to get the aggression out of my system (note the accurate car drawings in both images).

Bushfires are horrible but they are also responsible for some wonderful sunsets...

A Lighter Touch

I tend to be fairly heavy handed when it comes to drawing, and I've been making a real effort to loosen up my lines.
I'm pleased with the results but it's hard to resist the urge to not press down harder and harder.
Interesting note - a lecturer once asked me if there were any other painters or drawers in the family.
I have a grandfather who was a musician and apart from him, no other creative types as such.
My lecturer suggested that perhaps as a child he did pick up a pen to draw and they told him to put it down and learn something more useful - like the piano.
I have no idea if he played particularly well, but he played until he died.
The froggy bloke above looks nothing like him.

Below is the view of Coles Bay from the deck of the Freycinet Lodge - heaven on Earth.

Now - 3 Things

A couple of ideas today.
One kind of existential, the other physical.
On the weekend I rewatched on of my favorite recent movies, Shaun of the Dead.
I couldn't help but note the similar build of myself and one of the main characters.
I feel a sense of obligation to myself to point out that the chap in the movie has man boobs where as I have pectorals (I hate it, but I do go to the gym regularly).
Still - it's hardly inspiring.


Right.
Style.
Style, style, style.
What a thoroughly abused word.
Photoshop and Illlustrator now enable even moderately talented image maker to recreate a classic 50's look.
That is a style.
A style is something every dope can achieve with little effort.
When do you hear the word PERSONALITY???
Surely that's what it should be about!
I could rant on forever but I wont because I'll sound like a wanker.



Loki - god of mischief

Strange Girls, Humble Beginnings, Gay Cowboys - and now added - Unhappy girl

Brokeback Mountain 2: The Sequel




Below is the first animated commercial I ever made by myself.
I'm not especially proud of it (there's some rotten animation in parts) but the transitions are nice, and the kind of thing I'm good at.
I had 2 days to bash it together - I animated it over an evening and did the inbetweening over the next day (which is why it looks like a pencil test).
If you've seen any of the others you'll note the character has changed quite a bit.
Many people assume it's myself providing the VO.
In fact it's a local magician and balloon sculptor called Geoff Hayes.
I post this image to counterbalance the peculiar image above.
(edit - I've just rewatched it for the first time in years...it's not tooooo bad I guess).

Hooray for Dust!

With the exception of a blissful break chatting to a friend, I have spent the day sanding architraves.
I could go into the intimate details of timber dust blowing into each crevice on my body.
I could describe the colour of my snot.
The heat...
The fact that I can't wear my spectacles...
Or you could just take a look at the picture and work it out from there.
There's only a little bit left to do and I shall leave it for tomorrow.
Then when that's done I can move back into my home!
One step closer to my international trip.

Drinking in After Effects

This is one from my series of ads for the Responsible Serving Of Alcohol commercials.

I've mentioned them before in another post and will only give you more info if requested.

As usual we only had a couple of days to do this.

It was shot by my good friend Alex and animated over a day by me in After Effects.

There's a shot missing I'm embarassed to say.In the flurry to get it done I forgot....

Also - whenever I post one of these things in the blog it makes all my copy double spaced which really gives me the shits.

A Jolly Public Holiday

I didn't post an images yesterday.
I was feeling well enough to leave the usual smart arsed replies on everyone else's blog but didn't feel well enough to draw anything new.
I went home for a snooze at lunchtime and feel remarkably better.
So I've come in on one of the nations many public holidays to post something new.
Today is Australia Day, and I've posted something appropriate.
Now then.
Australia is not a perfect place to live, but on a comparative global scale, it's pretty damn close.
We don't really start wars.
We don't invade our neighbours.
Our political leaders have never been evil or dastardly as such - just loud mouthed or stupid (and in the case of our current leader - dull).
The climate is wonderful.
We have a diverse and colourful mulitcultural society.
The people here are friendly, and although sometimes we appear to be loud mouthed and ugly, generally we are a tolerant and welcoming nation.
These are the sorts of things we celebrate on Australia Day.
The one thing we usually avoid is the mass genocide and continue obliteration of the native culture and people of this land.
This is an oft told story in so many nations in the world.
There is nothing new I can add here, but seeing as this is an blog of images, visited by artists and image makers I will mention one fact:
Did you know that the Australian Aboriginal culture is responsible for the oldest man made images ever?
My facts here are not spot on - I'm trying to recall the chapter in a book I read.
It had always been assumed that traditional Aboriginal rock paintings were pretty damned old.
18 or 19 million years was the suspected age.
Then they found some that dated back 30 million.
Then others were discovered dating back a possible 80 million years!
Now then - I'll check this book as soon as I can get back into my house and revise the figures accordingly, but I'm fairly sure these dates are about right.
I'm sure everyone who visits this blog know of the Disney purchase of Pixar animation studios.
A lot of positive comments, a lot of negative.
Anyone involved in the animation industry has something to say - it's a controversial subject to be sure.
Disney has been making images for how long - I don't know exactly - perhaps 80 or 90 years.
Pixars 20 or 30.
What a tiny, tiny moment in history and what a big, big fuss when compared to the ancient art and abused culture of an entire race of human beings.
I'm not a political fellow, but I like to think that like all image makers, I am capable of having a strong sense of social justice.
Whoever has managed to slog through this lot deserves a prize...

Scribble

I guess there has to be an element of obsessive-compulsive disorder going on in anyone who makes images.
Hopefully though, most image makers know when to leave a drawing alone, whether they think it is finished or not.
Which leads me to these drawings.
Several years ago I was living with hugely talented pot smoking maniac (he was a very very fine illustrator).
We ended up going our separate ways, and one of the reasons was our interests in art were fundementally different.
I started doing these quite obsessive, laboured abstract scribble drawings, and he thought I was completely insane - could not comprehend why I would spend days crosshatching the white off the page when there were naked girls to be drawn (mind you, I'm kind of understood where he was coming from).
Anyway.
I did about 7 or 8 in 3 different sizes.
The medium sized one is the image above.

This is a detail


And this is the largest one I did - it's a rough panorama of the finished thing.
It's about 4 metres across and about a metre and a half in height.
It took me about a year to complete on and off and represents to me, the most obsessive I've ever been when it comes to my art.
I'm not sure if the work I put into it is something I'm proud of, but I am very pleased with the final image.
People inevitably ask what it is and I really have no idea.
I called it Stormfront in the end, deciding it looked a bit like rain clouds.
Someone I can't recall described it as "meditative" which I liked.


At the moment there are tradesmen polishing the floors in my house so I'm staying with a friend almost exactly opposite my place on the other side of the valley.
This was taken about 6 o'clock this morning.
It's going to be another hot one...

COOL!

Blast From the Past - Updated with new pictures

This is a clip from my student film.

It's rather a daunting thing to present it to y'all.

It was the first finished piece of animation I ever did.

It's 10 years old now, but it has some merit.

There's some more info on it on a post further down the page...

After I did the picture above, I felt compelled to go back and put a saucy face on the body.

Prehistoric Art

Most of this stuff is nearly 10 years old.
YIPES!
It's all large stuff.
Ink mostly.
There's a pencil then in there too that my lecturers hated...perhaps I've posted this before....

The Boys Well Hung

When I was a teenager, I has aspirations of being some kind of polictical cartoonist.
At heart I am not really a political fellow and these hopes were fleeting.

This image is referring to the fact that the Indonesian Government will hang you if you are stupid enough to be caught bringing drugs into their country.
Now then - I think corporal punishment is despicable. Revolting. Immoral. Evil.
However, having said that, I don't think the Indonesian Government could make it any clearer that death is what awaits you if you are caught.
Every Australian at least knows, through news, and tv and mini series and popular culture, that if you are sprung smuggling hashish in Bali then a miserable life in prison and or a death sentence awaits you.
Yet people still continue to do it.
And every time it happens it makes the news and shitty Australian current affairs (a misnomer if ever there was one) interview the villiage idiot who says "Oh yes, the Australian Government should step in and stop this business".
How?
HOW?
Fuck oath.
It's nice to think that your country is like your mum - if someone pushes you over in the playground she'll come over and push them back.
But anyone sensible knows that this is not the case.

Busy again

I am rather busy today so you only get this sketch and a tidbit about the animals themselves.
The wombat is the tasmanian devils closest relation.
They are both marsupials, which means they give birth to young who then crawl into a pouch.
On both these animals the pouch faces backwards.
They drink milk in the pouch.
There you go.