Haggis anyone?

Here's another one from the Nathan Fowkes oil painting class I took a while ago. This is probably the only successful painting I did (at least I was happy with it). It was the first time I stopped trying to paint exactly what I saw, and tried instead to do a caricature. 

How many times do you check out some random blog, see some sweet stuff and wonder to yourself, "Hey, myself, I wonder what this fella looks like?" Well, ask no more, because here's a self-portrait of your's truly! A few years ago I took an oil painting class from the totally awesome Nathan Fowkes at the L.A. Academy of Figurative Arts, and this what it yielded. And as a random side note, when I took the class I had no idea that he was also a fellow DreamWorker. So now ladies, I know what you're thinking, but I'm gonna have to burst your bubbles. 1) I'm already married, and 2) I don't look nearly this fine. 

The cat poster was made for my step-daughter, who is a fantastic artist and fancies felines ferociously. I drew it to show her that with some imagination, you can design a cat out of many different shapes.  Fortunately my younger daughter digs dogs, so I got to try the same design idea with them. 

Took these down a while ago and am reposting. I did the dog poster for my younger daughter, who loves dogs. My step-daughter loves cats, ergo the cat poster. I had a blast making these, and I'll have to post the two original posters that begot these two.

A very thoughtful and talented story artist at work made many of us aware of a pretty raw deal that a nice guy by the name of Mike recently suffered at the hands of a real low life. To say that Mike is a ginormous fan of Superman is an understatement. This is my contribution. 

Annviersary

Holy cow, I got so preoccupied with stuff that I completely forgot I had this blog. Well no more! Here's the latest thing I've done, and while it's more on the personal side, I figure I'd share it anyway. My wife and I celebrated eight beautiful years of marital bliss last October. I just finished the card last month. I'm in no rush, since she's stuck with me. 

The Best

This man has spent the last 30 years (scary) at being the best. He's been the best race car driver, best fighter pilot, best Irish immigrant, best legless Vietnam vet, best hit man, best pool shark, best vampire, best t.v. series remake secret agent man, best sports agent, best balding Hollywood cheese-ball agent in a movie in which he was not the star, best motivational speaker in a pointless movie, best future crime cop who arrests criminals before the crime is committed, best disfigured dude living in a lucid dream, BEST ROUND-EYE SAMURAI, best brother to an idiot savant, etc...as you can see, the list goes on and on, and I've seen all of these movies. So I suppose he's also the best at emptying my wallet.