Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Monday, May 29, 2017

Tomb of Terror strip

Notice the use of whiteboard sketches to speed up my layouts.








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line art in place. Tones soon






Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Entrance Music

Killer Miller's corner man shoved his mouthpiece into place. The Killer worked his jaw a bit and clamped the hard plastic into position around his teeth.

With the hard bite the Killer’s eyes flew open.

“I’m deaf!” he said touching his ears.

He looked at his cornerman. The old geezer was standing in the gate, frozen, his mouthpiece placement hand still held eye-level to the Killer.

“Hey!” Killer Miller said, “What is this?” He looked at the crowd. It was row upon row of statues.

Out of shape, ordinary people, wearing dumb t-shirts, frozen in various poses. The crowd noise disappearing so suddenly it was like a reverse gunshot.

The Killer turned and walked out onto the mat with the bare feet of a champion mixed martial artist. The latex treated canvas a cushioned pad under his tough feet.

Miller thought crickets would sound like lawn mowers in this silent world.

Then there was sound. It was the monster Godzilla’s movie theme.

Someone Killer knew used that theme for their entrance music. Gonzales. Of course.

Then came a sobering thought. “I killed Gonzales in the ring. It's why they call me Killer.”

Then Killer Miller saw him walking down the aisle. It was Gonzales, his eyes, hollow sockets.

“You're dead. I killed you!” Miller screamed.

Gonzales reached the ring and the Killer could no longer move. As paralyzed as everyone else in the arena except Gonzales.

He shambled forward, his skeletal smile awful to see, drawing back his rotten arm to strike.

“Get ready champ.” his old corner man said, halting the relaxing muscle massage.

 “Wake up champ.” the old man said, slapping Killer’s rear. “Nap time’s over.”

Killer Miller never woke.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Just through the April Door.

We'll see if all my color dabbling/learning makes it into this piece.
The dabbling and math for complements helped a bit.
Sped me up.
Took me as long to do these touch ups as it took to do the original.
I'm told the body parts in the original hinted at a small scale.
I thought the bodies gave it an approximate size of 20 ft height.
Better to have no frame of reference and be informed it's 20 ft high in the playbook.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

dabbing digital complementary color



I do the painting with a mouse since it's almost therapy level art making. Basket weaving with photoshop.
I did 3 versions of this on my tumblr.
More workpath art. Tumblr link

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Because I posted it elsewhere


The Montag family review of Batman V Superman. Procrastinating now by doing something I ought to have done months ago. Slap dash execution using Ellis' make work path trick from a messy ink job.
I should be learning the software used in a job I start next week, but I didn't get where I am today by impressing my bosses with my preparation.

Tuesday, April 04, 2017

add or subtract 180 on hue for perfect complement.

add or take away 180. This is the link where I learned the cool tip

felt a much greater comfort picking colors doing this doodle enhancement.
It would be nice to time travel back to the early 60s with photoshop.
cropped
some great skin tones from Loni Anderson.
this approach of sampling a color and getting its exact complement, then staying in that exact color wheel degree setting for other color picks, works pretty well.
matte painting type of work using discrete color picks
Trying to make the gold work it became unnatural. If I had good color picks in the room for gold maybe I could pull it off.