Sherlock Holmes & the Mystery of the Missing Pants

I admit to having huge Sherlock Homes boners, huge nerdy literary boners, since high school. And now, ten years later, it's finally cool! How bout that.

Despite being played by a succession of increasingly old dudes over the last 100-odd years, Holmes was only like 27 at the start of the books. He was just kinda farting around Uni, dividing his time between beating up corpses and hanging out in his room listening to The Cure for days on end.

It's never really resolved if he was actually going to school or just sneaking in at night to fondle beakers and cackle maniacally, since he never actually goes back to the place once he starts shacking up with Watson. PERHAPS HE BECAME INTERSTED IN CHEMISTRY OF ANOTHER SORT, HAR HAR HAR GEDDIT.

Holmes. Holmes, this is. This is an eyeball, Holmes.
This is and eyeball and it is IN MY WATERGLASS, HOLMES. WHY IS THERE AN EYEBALL IN MY WATERGLASS HOLMES???

The most important element of Watson: an air of sorely-tried patience.


So much sweet action going on juuuuuust offscreen in the books.


From a 2007 sketchbook...why is Watson never thin as a lath & brown as a nut in any of the adaptations?
HE'S SUPPOSED BE, DAMNIT.

This was in my 2007 folder...and clearly titled 'Sherlock Holmes is Wearing No Pants', which he clearly is..n't, but I have zero recollection of drawing it, and even less idea why. Sooo enjoy, I guess.

Bugtopsy

Little painting for"Six Legged Freaks", a bug themed show opening at Cactus Gallery in Eagle Rock this Sat.

Bugtopsy,
4x4
2010 acrylic / watercolor

Not much prep going on for this painting, just started in on it and hoped for the best.

Moooooooar Jungle Book

Since I tend to fixate, here's some quickie Jungle Book watercolor sketches I did after finishing the painting.

Red Dog is my favorite Mowgli story. It's got all the major players, an exciting new enemy, and shows off what a cunning little creature Mowgli has grown up to be. And contains my favorite line in all the stories:

"Howl dogs! A Wolf has died to-night!"

But of all the Pack of two hundred fighting dholes, whose boast was that all Jungles were their Jungle, and that no living thing could stand before them, not one returned to the Dekkan to carry that word.

Akela was pretty unquestionable rad. He knew more about men than anyone, led the Pack for better than a decade, and offered to let his mutinous pack kill him without a fight in exchange for Mowgli's freedom. He kept kicking ass up till his excellent death fighting the dhole. Rock on Akela.

Mang The Bat, who didn't actually do anything in the books, but was mentioned in the Night-Song in the Jungle, which is good enough for me.

And OF COURSE Bagheera, whom I love, because he is a cocky prick, which I suppose comes of being born among men. Plus, it makes his love for Mowgli that much more AWWWWW.

Anon Sketch Project!

You give me words or an idea and I sketch it, probably in a matter completely different than you were hoping. Or maybe I'll take a photo. Or sculpt something. Or perhaps I'll ignore it completely. HARD TO SAY.

Plus, it's anon, so if you've been waiting to ask me what's up with the tentacles or why I 'm such a terrible evil meanie, have at it.

1: Crow.
Hilariously, my scanner REFUSED to pick up the neon-ness of this, so I had to photograph it. COME ON SCANNER, YOU KNOW YOU LOVE NEON AS MUCH AS I DO.

Brothers, That was a Dog's Death

Growing up I read a lot of Victorian-era & earlier lit. Most likely because books in the public domain and my parents both turned up a lot at garage sales. At any rate, the Mowgli stories are one of my favorite things ever, ever. I've read each one at least a hundred times-whenever I imagine what it must be like to be juuuuuust about to shuffle off the mortal coil, the thought that someday, I'll have read The Jungle Books for the last time always comes to my mind.

Looking at the sketch, I feel like this painting was supposed to be a lot more lowbrow than it actually turned out. Also, Shere Kahn is meant to be sort of a cross between a skinned hide and actual tiger, but he ended up looking like he was just chilling out on Mowgli's head.

Not sure why I do such detailed sketches when I'm clearly gonna ignore them as soon as I grab a brush.

CAN'T SLEEP. MUST PAINT.

Finally done. I forgot how long it takes me to paint stuff. I ALSO forgot to scan it before sealing it, so I couldn't get a great shot of it due to reflections and so on. Win some, lose some, I guess; it has been a long time since I painted.

The history of Inguen

Hangin' out, drinkin' some Orbitz. Was I the only person who liked that..?

Jonathan is, of course, fast friends with the Hentai Tentacle Death Bunnies. Despite his being "OMG MY" character, I only really drew Jon like, 5 or 6 times, tops. This is reason #zillion why I'm glad I didn't go into animation.

Wallpaper showing off John's official outfit. He's wearing the donkey head (and later just the ears) in homage to Lampwick. As everyone knows, if you spend all day screwing around and drawing nads, you turn into a donkey!

This was the first ever official drawing of Jonathan, as part of my site layout. He was missing the top of his ring finger, like my 7th grade art teacher, Mr. Jorgenson, who liked to slap his hand down on the projector so we could all really get a good look at it, and take his warnings about not screwing with the paper cutter seriously.

Ang St. Ie

Angst Practice

Ang Saint. Ie, (LOL ANGSTY, GET IT) pulled from the Angst Practice painting, which I think was the first thing I ever painted in acrylic. Making fun of shit right from the start! CLEARLY I AM GOING TO GO FAR IN ART. Also, he's so emo that he NEVER OPENS HIS EYES. Oh yeah. Beat that, teenagers! All his tattoos are based on obnoxiously happy 1950's children's toys. If I ever get a sleeve done, it's going to be like that.

Food with Faces

Even tho it's pretty much all I do these days, I never think to post stuff from work. Probably because once something finally makes it from concept all the way to finished, I generally never want to think about it again. But anyway, I was organizing stuff and realized I have make a pretty ridiculous amount of food with faces on, so here's some of that.

Foodbags! Michelle drew the burger, and I drew the fries, then speced them (picked materials & drew up the instructions for the factory as to how they should construct the bag, what size it is, what should be printed/embroidered/appliqued, etc etc.) I gave the fry bag a mini fry zipper pull. Very proud of myself that day.

My favorite pin ever. I try to work those little butt Xs into as much stuff as I can.

Little excited sauce buddy is my fav.

If I was popcorn, I don't know how happy I would be about exploding, but these dudes all seem pretty into it. Except for the ones whose faces seem to have exploded off of them... I love this dude. He has totally accepted his fate with a straight face and stoic heart.

Alls I have to say about this is NACHO PARTY!!!!!!

Bubbin' & Bobblin'

Custom Bukka (the hot new vinyl shit, I guess? I basically just paint whatever I'm given and don't ask questions) for the Custom Bukka show at Monkeyhouse Silverlake! This one was one of my best procrastination efforts ever-I had this thing sitting on my desk for 3 months, and managed not to touch it until a week & a half before the deadline. Score!

Couple of coats of paint to start off, so I can actually see what's going on.


I'm not so into the duckbill or the bunny tail, so covering that up. Aaand, since this makes the dude look a little dragony, let's go with that. NAR.

At this point I realize he kinda looks like the Bubble Bobble dragon dude, so going with that now. Someday, I'd like to be able to plan ahead and know what I'm making before it's finished.


But for now, I'll just work on perfecting the stream-of-consciousness custom making.

It's a little hard to see, but he's got a black eye. I guess the little dude he caught put up a good fight. Also, his nose really looks like a wang from this angle. Huh.

Near Miss Embalmer's Local 401

More stuff from back in 2005ish, I think. I was big on making stuff around this time, and had this idea that making weird fashion accessories would be really cool instead of just making pictures of it.

Probably the first thing I made? It was a great crappy 60's fox that I turned into a stole. Embarrassingly enough I remember wearing this to the Mall of America on at least one occassion. I still really like this idea, I might have to try it again.

You would not believe how hard it is to make geta without power tools!

Hentai Tentacle Death Bunny Scarf! Don't be fooled; I can't knit. The scarf itself was my friend's doing, alls I did was add the face and stuff.
My grandma made me a cute scarf, but I thought it would benefit from a couple severed paws.
I was super into making little purses out of vintage radios, too. It's a giant pain to get the insides out, but they're tailor made to be little handbags.

This one was a camera flash.
I used to make these nerdy legwarmers out of old sweaters, and figured my arms could be dorky too. Plus, I hate tight shirts around my neck, so I love tanktops, but my arms get cold sometimes. My shoulders tho, ALWAYS ON FIRE.

Best for last:

oooh colors

I've somehow amassed a ridiculous collection of Copic markers over the years, but I've never actually used them for anything. Luckily, the guilt has finally gotten to me, and I'm trotting them out now, sketchbook style.

 

 

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the hills ARE alive with my balls. 

that is my arm can I please have it back.