SPACE CREEP Issue#1 Preview

Hello interlopers! There have been some new people coming to the blog and, in honor of the viewers, I thought I'd display a 4 page excerpt from the first issue of my comic (the one I prattle about ad nauseum.) These are from the middle of Space Creep Issue #1, just as the primary action is reeving up. Enjoy

Addendum: If you would like to get a full, 40 page version of the comic (PDF only I fear, the paper publishing prospects are still hazy) please don't hesitate to contact me.

Tunnel Creep

Here is my day-off drawing, some linework I'll be coloring when I get a chance. It depicts two additional characters from upcoming SPACE CREEP story stuff, though they won't appear (theoretically) until quite a bit down the line. For anyone interested, the next Creep is, in point of fact, coming. It's official, it's scheduled, it's happening (it's still distant.) Blurp.

Mr. Imbricit and Lehman Wheeze

This is Mr. Huffington Imbricit and Lehman Wheeze, two characters done, amongst others, for a very brief kids oriented commission. Imbricit is a Victorian mountebank and usurer, Wheeze his faithful companion and wood stove. I do like them, maybe a children's comic is in my future...

In contemplation of Power Cats....

For better or worse here is this weeks drawing, submitted for your pleasure. It's a Power Cat. And also a Frankenstein. With a.... blaster fist?

Anyways, I drew it while listening to the new Bowie track, on infinite repeat. I swear, by the maggoty tail of Amon, David Bowie is the greatest man alive. Controversial, I know. 

Mr. Lexington

New art drop! This is some line work from a several part commission (entitled "Mr. Lexington") I'm doing for NYC's prestigious Lexington Hotel. Incidentally, it'll be the only piece of this project I'll be posting for a while, keeping most of it under wraps. It's pretty different from my other extant jobs and will turn out, if all things go according to plan, hella' bomb.

And a happy New Year

     My friends, today posterity demands I break with precedent and post a quick video file. It is from this New Years wherein, through the machinations of my dear sister (also known as the Empress of Time Square), I acquired a full access pass to the Times Square event bonanza. This is me watching Psy perform Gangam style at the dress rehearsal, perched high above hundreds of thousands of sad, piss-ridden pedestrians. Huzzah.

Merry Mammonschanz!

 

Salutations from midst the holiday sprawl! Here's a picture to puncture the pall of this whiskey soaked, bleary eyed, goose-ridden winter; a palate cleanser if you will. It's the cover of the Stuart Moore comic (sans title). Hooray! As we're still laboriously assembling the first issue, I reckoned another lil' refresher would be in order.

I'll cut it short there, leaving us each to stew in our own bloated, burping introversion, contemplating the series of dynastical indignities so recently paraded before our eyes. Incidentally, say hi to your family for me. Peace be upon you and may Mammon sing you to thy rest.

Scrape 'em off the Ground

So here's a fun one, a treat for me. It's Metaxas Krale, one of the three "protagonists" of Space Creep, having just concluded some light brawling. I, rather remorselessly, love this character, love writing him, loooove drawing him. Got some good stuff planned for the li'l guy.


P.S. The above splattery style is an open nod to the great James Harren (harren.blogspot.com), whose work I truly adore.

Another sneaky peek

Hup, just a visual today, two more pages from the current Stuart Moore project. Cheers.

In the Land of Pain, Again.

Alas fair readers, I just accidentally deleted the huge post/review I wrote on Alphonse Daudet's 19th century journal of syphilitic madness: In the Land of Pain. That's about where I am right now, I do so hate these machines and their plottings.

Suffice to say it was a crackerjack post and you should check out the book irrespective of computational treacheries. Here also are the accompanying pictures, first being a brief portrait of the writer in question (circa 1894), the second an homage included in a recent comic I was illustrating. I'm a lil'bit heart broken, going to drown myself in hummus. I love you Daudet.

(And I know what you all are thinking, but Daudet wasn't really an anti-Semitic, not a proper one, not one of the heavy-hitters; that was his son. Suuure, he made some missteps, but he was a creature of his times or something. I dunno', I ate cat food as a child...we all have our faults.)

Klaus of the Golden Pen (also Proust)

       Holy Cow. As some may know, I, your faithful narrator, last summer graduated from NYC's School of Visual Arts. Did you miss it? There was a parade. Anyways, while I consider my time spent there super worthwhile, indeed a righteous investment (excepting that whole first year of "generalized study"), the most indispensable amenity offered was my teacher and, I'd go so far as to say my impromptu Mentor, the Right Honorable Klaus Janson. Any human even peripherally interested in comics should and does know Klaus Janson (Daredevil, Batman Black&White, Batman Gothic, The DC Guides etc.) His gritty line-work and impasto chiaroscuro is a style unto itself; truly inimitable. Pick up his work yo. That leads me to the following picture (I hope posting this isn't illegal btw.)

This is from Daredevil: End of Days #1, a DC book recently out and illustrated by none other than Mr. K. Janson 'imself. Just look at this page. Stare into it, study it. It is to my eye one of the finest works of the medium I've ever seen, no hyperbole. The character! The humor! The pathos! It's a goddamned mimetic masterpiece! I cant stop fawning over it, so I'd thought I'd share it with you people.

One other quick recommendation. I did a previous post about Hillary Mantel's amazing book, Wolf Hall, and I have just started up the sequel, Bring Up the Bodies. CROMWELL! In preparation for said event I listened to her interview this Monday with Terry Gross. Ear-experience this thing, it's maybe my favorite of all of Gross's interviews ever. The first half is spent discussing the novel but, in the second portion, Mantel tells of her lifelong, tragic battle with endometriosis. How she's dealt with this junk from tender teen-hood, struggling with issues that could level the best of us, then goes on to write two Man Booker prize winning novels in rapid succession; it's a story both heartbreaking and wholly inspiring. She is my new literary hero. Listening to it, I was reminded of a section in Proust's "The Guermantes Way" (all free online) which I put an excerpt from below. It's about the essential you-ness of your body becoming increasingly alienated in the face of mounting moribundity. Enjoy!

It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us, with no knowledge of us, and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. Were we to meet a brigand on the road, we might manage to make him conscious of his own personal interest, if not of our plight. But to ask pity of our body is like talking to an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the sea, and with which we should be terrified to find ourselves condemned to live.
                                     
Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

Spectrum19

Yo! Some of you have most likely viddied this image before, perhaps many times, as it's the cover of Space Creep Iss#1. I thought it's worth a post anyways as Spectrum 19, a big annual Scifi/Fantasy art competition, just came out, featuring (not actually "featuring" in the technical sense, more like tertiarily including) my lil' guy here. Anyways, check out the book. I haven't yet got my grubbies on a copy but I'm rather confident the publication will reside, quality-wise, within the upper echelons of bitchen'.

Space Peeps

The Shutter-Station Triumvirate

Hello again friends and relations! Small info dump along with some concept portraits. For starters, the 1st issue of the comic I've been working on with Stuart Moore is done! (Kind of, just a few wrap-up deets/cover art before it actually goes out.) I am very pleased with the outcome, going to drop a couple additional preview pages in a bit. I'll keep my devotees appraised as to it's pending methods of acquisition.

In other news, here are a few drawings related to my own brain-child comicbook space opera extravaganza: SPACE CREEP. The "Creep", as we appell it here in the office, recently got some attention and could possibly become attached somewhere coool, publication wise. That said, the unfolding saga of finding Creep a home is at best labyrinthine and I'm wholly unsure about the time frame or even the probability of said event's manifestation. Here's hoping. Pray for me.

I do remain strong though, bearing the slings and arrows etc. with an almost Diogenes-esque phlegmatism. I've recently started working on a few of the visual design elements of SpaceCreep issue #2, these drawings being early fruits of my labors. The three people shown are to be some of the primary players in the oncoming first act (at least the first draft of them), a sort of governmental Triumvirate. This of course means nothing to you, but they are still pictures.
 
Anyways, I'm going to keep the Space Creep stuff coming, so if you're not yet on board, haven't read the cold open (Issue #1) or have no idea what I'm talking about, please comment on this or email me and I'll happily send you the 40 page Iss# 1 (in the PDF version, not the printed unfortunately) free of charge. Be an early adopter. Live free or die.