Hey all, welcome to my "sketch-blog", or "skablotch" as I will hitherto refer to it. After much himming and hawing I have invested the five minutes it takes to create a blogr [sic] account, which I hope to update with ambitious regularity.
My goal: five sketches of various complexity every dang week! Can this even be done? Will science allow this? Only time will tell.
My tools: four fingers, a thumb, the flat, wide bit that connects them and comedic sensibilities that approach that of a fifth grader.
For this challenge I'll mostly be posting brief sketches, but this bloskegtch will also house work-in-progress illustrations and design work and probably some very insightful musings. Pretty-friggin'-great, huh?
To get the ball running, here are two guys who probably shouldn't hang out.
Maybe Michael Meyers wouldn't have hated on that skinny dude from True Lies so hard if his parents had doled out a little extra scratch for a namebrand costume. Even during a time when a cheap plastic mask and a rubber smock with "Superman" written across the front was considered to be an acceptably superheroic simulacra this Powder-if-he-was-a-janitor costume doesn't really set the imagination aflame.
Man, I love me some iconic horror movie villians. Freddy Kruger is such a bizarre combination of disparate motifs, but damnit, it works somehow. Jaunty chapeau? Check. Itchy wool pull-over? Check. Melt-face? Check. Knife fingers, made someone redundant by the fact that he has complete dominion over people's dreams? Checkmate.
I think Aaron Eckhart looks like a muppet. I drew him doing a muppetty dance.
