Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Nick's JoePa

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Bearded Zombies

I have been reading a lot of Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead, which Bowen got me for my birthday. I also just received Brooks' Zombie Survival Guide as a Christmas present from my loving wife. So I got ole 'Zack' on the (delicious) brain.

Here's a drawing of some of the main The Bearded Men comic characters if they were shambling corpses ravenous for the flesh of the living. Sorry if I turned anyone off their lunch. Hope you're having a nice holiday.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Beater



Scannerlessness continues. Today I did a still life of a electric mixer I found at my mother-in-law's. This thing was a really awesome relic of the seventies. It looks like a concept car.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Drawing in Detroit



We're on the road this week. I got moleskine cahiers for Christmas from sister Beth. On the drive in Ohio, I sketched this spooky tree.

Got the tip of my pinky in this camera pic. I will pursue a scanner.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Przybysz Family Crest



The first thing to Keep In Mind when designing a family crest is that doing so is completely over the top.

Since I have no problem with that basically ever, I decided a big pink pig snout would be the way to set it off with the utmost decorum.

The quill on the red field is for me. My wife Dr Lisa is represented by the top-down thoracic vertebra with the radiant blue center. Our infant daughter is the waves at the top, and there's a colored stripe for each of our eye colors. Lisa's stripe is two colors because she has (very pretty) sectoral heterochromia.

The slanted oval with three stripes references the logotype for CFM, Christian Family Movement. Lisa & I met at a CFM national conference when we were preteens and kept in touch until our mid-twenties when we started to date. It represents our relationship and our faith.



Here's a quick version I whipped up in Illustrator to check out the colors. I think I will tweak the pantones on this and get Ben Banks to class the execution up.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Ava's Drawing



My seven month old daughter thought she'd make a better artist than subject. Crawling like she does, she made it over in time to help with the nose. You see the result.

She had a good grip on the pen, and I helped her keep the point on the page. She seemed to want to try getting it deep up her nose or perhaps in her ear canal.

I tried to make a little signature for her with with AVA inside an M (her middle initial), and then a P. She grabbed the pen again and added a tail to the P making it an R and essentially signing her work with a pirate growl.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Sad Pimento



Paul lived the life of so many other pimentos like himself. It was a symbiotic existence, within his host olive, Oliver. Oliver was an outdoorsman by hobby, and had made a name for himself among the gentlemen in his younger days, leading courageous expeditions into the nearby untamed countryside. He had bagged some beasts in his day. He regaled Paul on many an occasion with stories of the thrilling hunts, the close scrapes and soaring victories. Paul listened intently, snug in Oliver's pit, to his descriptions of the magnificent taxidermied trophies he had kept in his home and cabins in his pre-jar lifetime.

Days in the jar passed well enough, and it was the prime of Paul's life. Confident and feeling secure at the heart of Oliver, Paul conversed with the olives and pimentos in their brine. They were the finest pimentos he'd ever known. He was honored to share the jar with each of them, and proud that he should be able to even call some of them friends. Despite the ocassional political tiff, peace was the order of the day.

Hermetically sealed and tightly packed, Paul and Oliver were fortunate to have a window seat. The world passed by swiftly, the mechanical activity of the warehouse, the rush of the supermarket. All was bustle and din without. But inside the jar, comaraderie and sharing -- deep sharing -- reigned.

Feeling empty in these, his final moments, Paul reflected on the rush of excitement that had passed through the jar on that day so recent when they had been purchased. Making their way to this countertop, the new surroundings were intriguing. Just as lively as before, but somehow more enjoyable, relaxed. Loungey.

And then the pick came. Piercing Oliver, it missed Paul. Oh the cruel whim of Fortuna. Alone in this unbrinely concoction. Paul thought again about his empty feeling. Empty was the wrong characterization. He was the exact opposite of empty, but not full. He was homeless, friendless, mourning and claustophobic and plumetting and untethered. The dregs around him washed away at a tilt. Soon, at least, it would be over.

Half-chewed, he wound up in a wadded napkin.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Candlestick phone

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Bearded Men #87 Roughs



Chris' afro is as big as the plot demands.

This script was so wordy I decided to layout the dialogue first and draw around the speech balloons. I never do this. The closest I have done is like last week, where I write the dialogue in longhand as I draw. Last week it burned me when I realized I had written too small and the strip was a little tough to read on account of extra smallness of font.

It worked out out okay but I don't think I can use it as my regular workflow because it felt constricting. Lisa was watching me do the inking on the computer today and asked, "Is this the best way to do this?" I told her it was the way I felt like doing it, but I'd never done it that way before. The "feeling like doing it" was key, since I hadn't felt like doing it at all over the weekend.

Friday, December 12, 2008

It's not a comics Friday


There will be a new The Bearded Men on Monday, so no comic today. I'm getting it out of my system there.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Scanner abuse



Drawing clockwork is sort of hypnotic. It's also an excellent depository for any extra time you might have. It's sort of poetic that way. I didn't get much done on my self-imposed blog-drawing time limit, so I went for broke with some cheap scanner fun. I have a cool wedding ring.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Fast Blackberry

I spent only about 5 dang minutes on this BlackBerry sitting on my desk. I was partially inspired to this course of action by the fact that the fire hydrant from Cool Headphones was drawn in about 90 seconds and I liked it best of the whole dang drawing.


Rushing myself on the BlackBerry, I noticed some bad habits I have like false perspective and trouble with parallel lines. I kept trying to have the short sides of the buttons on the side of the phone slant from upper-right to lower-left, when in fact they should be mostly vertical and actually canted a bit the other way. I don't know how bad to feel about poor perspective since it took western art thousands or millions of years to develop and codify the concept. Plus the BlackBerry is almost box-shaped but not quite, and I think there's a chance it actually is slightly bevelled like that I have no idea.

I think I may do a series of desktop items in five minutes. And then package it as clipart. It would make me tighten up perspective anyway.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Cool headphones

Usually these drawings get away from me at the beginning, and by the end I am just focused on bolding up the lines so the scanner will get them okay. But this one got away from me at the end, when I wasn't expecting it. The reason is that I started another drawing and then scrapped it. In that one, a student's head was turning into four suckered tentacles, much to the dismay of the students at the desks on either side of him, and the teacher at the blackboard is oblivious. Well of course I got carried away drawing the teacher at the blackboard, and oh I think it will be a whiteboard, and let's draw a marker tray and he's got an interesting bald spot and well let's put the homework assignment in a DO NOT ERASE patch on the upper-right corner... and by the time I got around to tentacle-head he was blocking the whole desk and the apple and "Learning is FUNdamental" poster and I had lost interest in him.



So I started drawing Mr Scrawny J Teenager here and I left his head undone because I figured I'd go back to the tentacle thing. But tentacles had lost all appeal, so I gave him this Daft Punkian shiny robot headphone hat and I really think it's the sort of thing most teenagers would be interested in owning. It has a lot of teenageriffic features:
  • unwieldy
  • obnoxious
  • kind of scary for adults and small children
  • self-isolating
  • loud music
  • conspicuous
  • bad for indoors
  • unnecessarily expensive
And the fact that it's for electronica makes good common ground for teenagers who like rock music and teenagers who prefer hip hop. Remember, you will never go broke appealing to the lowest common denominator.

I want one. I want two; one for my feet!

The scanner let me down. It didn't pick up much of my background AND it chopped off the top of the drawing. Alack.

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Bearded Men comic strip roughs


Go on over to The Bearded Men to see this one.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Post 48: New direction

The title is half true. This is the 48th post, but it's robots.




I really like these robots. That's one of my nephews. Also, since there was an open space, some sort of potato angel.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Rumormirror: TBM Reunion in the works

Bowen suggested we make another The Bearded Men comic and I think it's a good idea. I made some skateboard stickers for you to put on your guitar-shaped videogame controllers.

Click for more bigger version.



My basic understanding of the stickers I based these on was pretty strong but I made some revisions after a review of the inspiration pieces. I definitely should draw with a big stinky black magic marker more often. It's such a legit medium.

Shepard Fairey is cool as far as I am concerned.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Not Eskimos


In grade school we did a report on Native Americans, and I picked Eskimos. I soon learned that they were called Inuit. "Eskimo" is insulting. They didn't live in these ice dome houses except on temporary bases. They lived in sod houses or something else. I went along and did my Inuit report and learned about their culture and built a model of a sod house. But I have always resented how that whole thing got derailed because all I was really interested in was the igloo. Sorry, Inuit. You guys are cool. It's not your fault. Anyway, these little people aren't even supposed to be Inuit. They are just two lovebirds with a dumb dog and a permanent ice dome igloo house and satellite uplink.