An array of the light spectrum is hyper focused through a clear gelatinous lens. The light upon being processed forms an image. This image is then transformed into a series of electrical impulses that travel along a general pathway to a processing center, where upon receiving the data the image is processed for analysis. Great. Fantastic. What drear is this “technical manual” regurgitation referencing to?
Replace “pathway” with optic nerve and “processing center” with the brain, and this is how a human has the ability to see the world. So that human then walks into their local, independently owned, comic shop. They peruse the aisles of freshly printed material with wide gawking eyes searching for that next potential meal of mental consumption. The covers of said fresh produce immediately fire upon the human’s eyes with a barrage of tantalizing and thundering rays spanning from all across the color spectrum. Each cover hoping to achieve an intended death blow to the human will of financial restraint.
The coveted “Cover Art” the first and last thing that is ever seen on a book. I recently did some cover work. I don’t know if it’s reflective light is necessarily going to blow proverbial minds of comic inclined patrons, but I tried. If they at lease forge some interest, I’ll be happy.
GI Joe is doing a relaunch this September. Here was my approach for the variant:
Also did a wrap around cover for a new indie project who’s future is waiting to be determined. More info to come later down the road as more is revealed. Again, my process:
Gnar the cover pig.
They say its’s never good to live in the past. But ever once in a while a stroll down the path that is memory lane can be of a service. If not for the boost of the ego in personal growth, but for the health of a good laugh.
The artist looking over the shoulder at past endeavors can be, at least for myself, cringe-worthy. Usually taking a turn down the filthy alley of mistake laden creations just stirs the emotions, “what have I done?!” Like old Doc Frankenstein when the first realization slaps him cold on the chops. That the fruits of his labors have given life to an abomination. A modern Prometheus that looks like it just crawled out of a dumpster fire, fell through a meat grinder, and smoldered on a Texas sidewalk on a mid July nooner.
What I’m saying is I don’t much care for my past workings.
The ideas always seem sound up until staring into the hairy eyeballs of whats on the paper. But with most artistic debauchery there is always a few that aren’t too bad. Diamonds in the rough. Filthy diamonds you wouldn’t propose with, or fools-gold coins. Let us take a stroll down my “ old town road.”
The pain… my eyes… my brain… melting. That Creature still holds up nicely, if I do say so. And I’m not as mad at the Samurai School Girl as I thought I would be. Laughing, internally laughing heartily at myself.
You gotta start somewhere’s. (My student work will never see the light of day)
Gnar the reflective Pig
New project almost at the point of announcement. I’m not sure what can be revealed except that it’s an all ages comic series, written by Aaron Sullivan (Odie). The character concepts are out, so here, some fodder for the imagination. All that will be said is: Nanuqsaurus (yes, that’s a dinosaur), Survivor, Government forced assimilation, Shamans,… and the daily horrors of junior high.
If that doesn’t peak some interest, I don’t know what will.
Gnar the escaped Arctic Pig