The Ghost, the Nazi, and the Pilot

I haven't done anything digital in a looong long time. So I thought I should give it a little whirl tonight. I don't think I like the sketchiness of digital, but my boyfriend blames my general dislike and lack of respect for digital art on my own inability to do any digital art. So...guess I might as well start trying. This is the ghost from my dream. A young woman who had died in a brutal experiment, she found the opportunity to haunt her murderer/scientist when an experiment he performed gone wrong, causing him to lose his arm in the process and gain a strange ability to see the ghost who haunts him. She now follows him around trying to cause him more misfortunes, slowly forcing him to suffer humiliation and bodily pain until he dies. Morbid dream yes. I'm not sure if she's going to be a floating head with wavy hair or have a body. In my dream, she was something similar to the girl from the ring, with a blotchy gray, featureless face. I kinda romanticized her in this drawing [and the next].

 

The rough sketch of the painting I was working on, again, about the scientist and his female specter. For some weird reason once I woke up, I affiliated him with a Nazi. Probably because he was blond with blue eyes in my dream, and had a semi nazi hair cut. Of course, this was all changed in the drawing above. The painting is still in progress. I've lost all knack for painting because of last week, which I spent in a hurry trying to finish all my paintings for class. It nearly drove me insane. =_=

And finally, the Pilot. An ornithoptor pilot to be more correct. This is thanks to a friend of mine deciding to put all of his friends into different classes if we were put into a post apocalyptic world that's also steam punk themed RPG. I was the ornithoptor pilot you can find in the desert. This pilot was based on the me in a post apocalyptic world, and I really don't think I'd be all that like myself in this world, therefore looking quite different. I didn't ever get to finish drawing my ornithoptor in the background...and as a mean of self defense, I wield a saber and a fake gun that shoots out a little flag with a puff. Very menacing, yes.

The Evangelist

Hehehe. this is my entry for the Gorillaz character design contest. Design a character called the Evangelist, who is the complete opposite of the creature, the Boogie Man.

Mine is based on the song, Cloud of Unknowing. Donned in a cloud vest, the Evangelist rides her cloud walrus around, smiting evil and searching for the Boogieman.

Distortions

 

My art is full of them. Features....all about 10 minutes or so. One of the kids in class thought the upper left corner is suppose to be one face...one giant eye and a small face. Now I cannot unsee...

Cindeeeeeeh. Slightly distorted too...ball point pen. I forgot I can have a pencil outline underneath first before I go in with pen...

Same with this one...

Nakid people

And me

NAKID. First use of color in painting.

Work in progress. A glaze color portrait of my old limited palette portrait.

The Corpse and I

 A Halloween post!

Not really. Just a picture of me and a corpse. Actually my boyfriend. But that's a minor detail.
One major problem I have with drawing realistic portraits: wtf is up with eyes…

Super Duper

I had a concept. Concerning the classic super heroes villains, with a touch of drug, glamor, and sex.
Probably an overrated idea.

Illustration 1

lllustration 1 

Spring 2010

Black and White version of Little Miss Muffet and the Ruckus [or something like that] A story book cover illustration. I think I lost the color version...not that it was all that great anyway.

 A contest: A Superhero. Done in a specific style that involves oil wash, eraser, color pencils, and a bit of watercolor. My idea is a Panda Girl and her lazy panda sidekick.

The music poster for the band Aqualung. It had to be scanned in sections. And I can't be bothered to make it look coherent. =_= The final didn't turn out so well [if you couldn't tell by now, I seem incapable of making good looking final pieces]

Caffeine Madness. A mock editorial piece done on the effects of caffeine on people. I chose a concept that was quite popular with the people in class. Though I was kinda the only one who made a final on this. Watercolor is not my forte...

Scratchboard. Again, for a contest.

Final project: patronus. Your guardian spirit for the arts. Mine's a rather 'phallic' shaped flying thingy according to my boyfriend. Then again, everything is phallic according to him. I never got the color version of that done [or even started].

I saw the junior review the other day...and the amount of skill exhibited is...unsettling. Am I suppose to get like that in a year? How? HOW? Scared. I plan on redoing most of the illustrations above. Again, if I get off my lazy ass.

The Random Men

Male Character Concepts 

I don't have much really...None that I have redone recently that is. 

Unnamed male scientist. It was done for a visual novel my friend wanted to write. We never got past making the designs for the main character. This was done last year and his name changes everytime I redraw him. We dubbed him Lancelot for this version of him. 

Shizore, Nanako's silent right hand man. Enigmatic, and powerful, he's secretly infatuated with the human woman he serves due to a case of mistaken identity. His left hand belongs to Nanako [their hands switched]

Femme Fatale

Some character concepts... 

 Garnet, a rifle slinging sniper with a cold as ice heart. Not much is known about her.

 Nyxanne, Nyx for short. Daughter of Garnet--it's a story about time traveling gone wrong--a greedy mercenary who's all about money. Short, stocky, fist fighter. Has her dad's ease with people.

And completely unrelated to the two above is Nanako, a power hungry 'vigilante' hell bent on restoring her family's 'honor' in an alternate World War II Japan. Her right hand belongs to a tengu named Shizore who she had under her control thanks to a twist of fate. With a powerful demon in one hand and an iron will in the other, she's intent on taking advantage of Japan during the war to usurp the Emperor and reinstate herself as ruler.

Maybe I'll color them someday...

Drawing Workshop

Man...drawing workshop is an intense grueling 6 hours once per week class with the condescending instructor, Mark Eanes who enjoy playing god--"In the beginning...there were half tones!". [In all honesty, he's awesome.] 

A pen and ink drawing done for the class. Two hours [I think]. I should upload more, but I'm too lazy to take pictures. Again.

Painting 1

Bear with me as I transfer my posts from my tumblr onto here. Blogger is a much better place to put all of my pictures compared to that place. More ideal~

Painting 1…
I’ve never done anything in oil before…I’m liking it a lot more though, now that I’ve given myself more time to work with it.

 The first one is the first portrait i’ve ever done in oil. Ur...it's kinda patchy and inaccurate but it kind of resembles me. I had a hard time dealing with the drying time. The only paintings I've ever done are acrylic and watercolor and those dry 4 times faster than this. But I rather like the look of it.

 This is the second one. By then I've gotten better with blending and all that. And I took a bit more time on this than I did on the other one. However...it looked less like me than the one on top does. This one's going to be glazed over with a layer of color which is still in progress...

And this was the charcoal portrait I did for the first assignment of the class, which was just to do a portrait of yourself in whatever medium you like. Looks less like me than any of the others. [I'm going to be deathly tired of drawing myself by the end of this semester...]

There'll be another post up of the figures painting soon. When I get unlazy. 

Ink, Sweat, and Bruises

Ink, sweat, and bruises is a blog I’m going to use to track my progress in art. After all I’ve yet to have a single place dedicated to just my art. Nor have I honestly placed all of my art up for the public to see, except to shove them into the depths of my photobucket.
So…hello guys.