I've been working on this sculpture of the hulk, and I am pretty close to finishing him. I just wanted to put some images up to give you guys an idea of how it going. So Ta-Da The HULK he's just so angry.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The HULKSTER
I've been working on this sculpture of the hulk, and I am pretty close to finishing him. I just wanted to put some images up to give you guys an idea of how it going. So Ta-Da The HULK he's just so angry.
Zombies


Finally, we get to the zombie post, I know you've all been waiting anxiously. Really these are only concept sketches of my main character who fights zombies. He is stationed in a city a year after the zombie apocalypse. His day job is to kill all zombies in his sector. Everything goes haywire when he saves a 2 year old boy from his zombified mother, and he realizes that the boy is immune to the zombie virus. The government wants to kill him, the radicals want to experiment on him, the zombies just want to eat him, and the soldier has to save him.
His suit is military, completely covering the body, thus eliminating any biting. also no fingers are exposed, because it is just dangerous to have those little appendages exposed to get bitten off.
His weapons include a variate of small arms, a couple of edged weapons, and a bolt pistol, let the zombie carnage proceed.
Prometheon


My friend Cameron gave me this idea a while back and I've been playing with it on and off for a while now. Prometheon, are a group of soldiers who wear Armour of slain angels. The ruler of the land is evil, so his soldiers are doing evil. The Armour does not like this so it drains their energy, so the ruler has to continually replace the Prometheon. In contrast a slave happens upon a slain demon's Armour, she turn out to be good. She also has the Archangel Micheal's halo (weapon). A battle ensues, and good triumphs once again. I am hoping to turn this into a short graphic novel. Anyway these are the concept designs for their Armour.
Natalee Pam Bostwick "Nettie"
So it has been a few months since I have posted anything. I have some good reasons, but that is no excuse for depriving you (the three people who actually follow my blog) of my exquisite illustrations , and accompanying words of wisdom. It is too late now, all I can do is be a better blogger from now on. So I do now make a vow to be a better blogger from now on. Wheew, I am glad I got that off my chest, now we may proceed. I have 3 or 4 post I will do today, but first I wanted to let you know that Jeni and had our second baby on the 27th. She was 6 lbs 3 oz and
18 in tall we had two names picked out Zoey Kerr, and Jade Ivy. I had little nursery rhymes for both, but as you can see from the title we went with neither. It took us three days, but we eventually settled on Natalee. I do not have a nursery rhyme for Natalee, so I will now share the ones we will not be using.
Zoey Goodnight,
Zoey sleep tight,
The dark night slowly creeps.
Turn out the light,
Zoey Goodnight,
Angels watch her as she sleeps.
Little Jade Ivy,
sit down beside me
and tell me a tale of woe.
So, she sat down and said,
its off with your head.
the moral is you reap what you sow.
so there they are, I was going to do some sweet vintage illustration in ink. I probably will get to them eventually, but for now you can just enjoy these little nuggets of wonder.
Monday, March 7, 2011
ROBOCOP concept art


These are some concept art designs I did for the upcoming Robo cop movie. (I will post more later)
I tried to stay true to the original concept without being cheesy. It has sort of a Iron man feel as well. I gave him detachable wings, thrusters on his boots, and a machine gun in his forearm( There is a detachable pack with round that feed into his arm). I hope you guys enjoy, and This is not really for the movie I just like saying so cause it makes me feel like I have accomplished something.
Thundercats concept art


All right I just finished these two pics. Again they are based of of G.I. Joe Renegades cartoon. I gave them a new style with a little throwback to their original costumes. Also a little military desing sprinkled in for fun. I did not have time to do the twins or Snarf, I will try to get to them later, heaven knows they all need a makeover.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Macabre
Yesterday upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that he would go away.
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Both of these poems I heard the other day and they inspired me to do my own similar style creepy poetry.
The Fight:
We were mortal enemies, My friend and I.
This tale is true, a clever lie.
As we lay on the ground late one night,
on a bright sunny day we stood to fight.
An easy opponent too hard to defeat,
Back to back our eyes did meet.
We raised our sword to draw a line.
He took aim, and I took mine.
A deadly silence we both could hear.
Each with bright hope in our dark fear.
T'was an accident designed by fate,
All too soon we were now late.
Our spirits cleansed we lie in the dirt,
Bleeding from wounds that did not hurt.
Both now dead we did arise,
With warm greetings we made our goodbyes
Standing still we ran away,
Living to die another day.
I realize now too late to see,
There were not two, but only me.
Death:
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm in the ground.
High above with angel wings unbound.
My spirit soars into the light.
My body encased in eternal night.
The Key:
To a door not there I hold the key.
Never, never shall I be free.
A Frightening Truth:
I'm sure there's a monster under my bed.
Eyes so dark, and glowing red.
Perhaps this vision is all in my head.
No, I guess not 'cause now I am dead.
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that he would go away.
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Both of these poems I heard the other day and they inspired me to do my own similar style creepy poetry.
The Fight:
We were mortal enemies, My friend and I.
This tale is true, a clever lie.
As we lay on the ground late one night,
on a bright sunny day we stood to fight.
An easy opponent too hard to defeat,
Back to back our eyes did meet.
We raised our sword to draw a line.
He took aim, and I took mine.
A deadly silence we both could hear.
Each with bright hope in our dark fear.
T'was an accident designed by fate,
All too soon we were now late.
Our spirits cleansed we lie in the dirt,
Bleeding from wounds that did not hurt.
Both now dead we did arise,
With warm greetings we made our goodbyes
Standing still we ran away,
Living to die another day.
I realize now too late to see,
There were not two, but only me.
Death:
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm in the ground.
High above with angel wings unbound.
My spirit soars into the light.
My body encased in eternal night.
The Key:
To a door not there I hold the key.
Never, never shall I be free.
A Frightening Truth:
I'm sure there's a monster under my bed.
Eyes so dark, and glowing red.
Perhaps this vision is all in my head.
No, I guess not 'cause now I am dead.
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