Friday, November 25, 2011
Back in the 80's, John Carpenter was attached to do a remake (and after his treatment on 'the THING', I was a lot more than excited to hear this..), and this is kinda what inspired this design. In reality, it would never fly...it's just too far from the original film version and would probably piss people off..heh, So I did it on my own, for kicks, and this is the only place you will ever probably see it. Enjoy.
P.S. hope you all had a good Thanksgiving
Monday, August 22, 2011
BUT, some good news! Cover painting of mine on october's FANGORIA magazine!
Also, the THING (which i did numerous desgin concepts for) comes out in mid-October, so it looks to be a busy month for me..
In the meanwhile, just trying to catch up on laundry and the like after not being at home for a bit.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Before I sold the original canvas, i lit it from the back and photographed it. From that photo, I color-picked every color to try and match the feel and colors of my original (However, I re-draw her as a hotter girl),
Actually, it had a creature/monster kinda super-imposed on her in the original...but I liked it so much without it, I decided to leave it without..
It's Corel Painter with a tiny bit of Photoshop
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
But, I have found time to add an, albeit bad, photo of something I did recently..
Way back in the design phase of 'the Hills Run Red' I did a drawing of a Voodoo-painted Babyface character, where, instead of the glaring white mask, it would have the Skull-painted design on it (After all the mud and blood, it kinda ended up looking like that anyway in the movie), So I poured up one of the masks from the molds of the Jim Kagel sculpt and made one...The coffee-can jaw idea just struck me as kinda cool and funny, nothing more dangerous than rusty, torn metal to me...
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Always ran in a pack, they said, lost deer dogs, one-eyed, mangy strays, three-legged coyotes that had chewed their way out of a trap, throwaways....
You could hear 'em, out baying in the night sometimes, howlin', huntin' along the river for whatever hunters has lost his way back from his stand....
Farmers always blamed those dawgs when they had chickens disappear, and that swamp was never any good to hunt. Always SMELLED bad, like something rotten...maybe that's why they liked it down here, who knows?
Jimmy Wages claimed to have shot one rummagin' through his trash, says it was carrying off a dead possum, loped off into the night like it wasn't in TOO much of a hurry...