This weekend I cleaned out my car. I found a CD that had some pictures on it from some years ago. These are some murals that I did when I was starving and trying to make money. I wish I could say it was easy to find work. It wasn’t. Here’s a shot of the middle stages of a mural for a Bookstore in Birmingham AL.
I don’t really know anything about the mechanics of murals and I just used student grade oil paint and glazes. They’ll be such a hassle to remove whenever they decide to do that.
Here are some from Lake Murray Elementary School in Columbia SC.
The cool part about murals in an elementary school is that the kids treat you like a rock star. That not-cool part is the finger prints in the paint after lunch.
I was going through a lot of papers on my desk today and came across this drawing on the back of a sheet of paper.
I did it back when we were working on the Presidential Prize Fight game last year. I’d like to take this sketch to completion sometime in the near future. We’ll see if that happens. I kind of like the energy of the sketch, and it might be better just to leave it as it is.
Here’s a sketch of Eve, that I did a while back. I think I’m going to paint it up in Photoshop. Justin told me not to post progress before I’ve completed a piece. That way if it goes off the tracks I won’t look stupid, but I’m trying to post once a day (excepting Sundays) for the rest of the month. I’m putting my dignity at risk and telling you to come back for the finished piece. Nothing is finished! Clearly, I’m a masterful self-promoter. The suspense is like crack! It will keep you coming back again and again, I know it!
I sometimes leave the office late, and when I go home I often catch a little of Coast to Coast AM on the radio. Some days ago they had a man on talking about Russia and the KGB and Vladimir Putin. I think Putin is spooky. Not only because he’s pressing a nuclear advantage while our President is trying to dismantle our nuclear capabilities, not only because he shares a first name with Vladimir Lenin, and Vlad the Impaler, but also and perhaps most importantly because he looks like a high school chemistry teacher. People with heavy lidded eyes are always a little scary (Consider Ethan on Season One of Lost). They disarm you with their sleepy look, and then when you’re not looking they nuke/and or strangle you and steal your baby.
Anyway, I did this picture of Mr. Putin today, and although I could spend some more time on it, I decided that it’s time to call it a day, get in my car, turn on the radio, and listen to people talk about conspiracy theories and ghosts.
EDIT: I also thought it might be worthwhile to appropriate this post for Illustration Friday’s “Shaky” topic, because I feel Putin makes the prospect of nuclear peace shaky.
I’m submitting this for Illustration Friday’s topic “Surrender.”
I’ve never been a history buff, but I am beginning to enjoy it more and more. I’m reading a biography of Napoleon by Felix Markham and I encountered something fascinating. Apparently, as a schoolboy in Brienne France, Napoleon enthusiastically organized mock battles. In the unusually cold winter of 1797 Napoleon designed snow fortifications to serve as the battleground for snowball fights amongst the students. During his exile on the Island of Saint Helena, he said, “I have fought sixty battles, and I have learnt nothing which I did not know in the beginning.”
I’m amazed to ponder the poor students that had to exchange snowballs with a military genius who conquered practically all of Europe. After reading that bit, my mind wandered for the next ten pages. In my imagination, I constructed some middling student who marshaled the best of his resources to lead his gang of boys against Napoleon’s snow fortress, and years later as the London Times spat imprecatory statements against the “Thief of Europe” this man–this moderate man, this shoe salesman, reminisced about his day of glory when he and his fellows defeated Napoleon on the field of snow.
Perhaps, no such thing happened. Possibly Napoleon, stranded on Saint Helena, fallen from grace–“but yesterday a King!/ And armed with Kings to strive,” prone toward introspection–possibly he began to rehearse his greatest battles in his mind: The Battle of Jena-Auerstedt, the Battle of Austerlitz, the Battle of Lodi, and possibly amongst these great battles he remembered some bit of tactical genius he displayed during the winter of 1797 in the battles that raged between the schoolboys at Brienne.
Here is a modest tribute to the Great Emperor as a young man persisting to victory at the end of a long day.
Here’s a cleaner sketch for the piece that I’m excited to work on.
If this piece gets better and better, I’ll post more and more as it develops. If this is the last you see of this piece, you’ll know it got worse and worse.
This is a sketch for a piece I’m excited to work on.
This summer I am please to be in a production of “Two Gentlemen of Verona.” I play Proteus. Come see a show if you have a chance. This post is about this past Monday’s performance. I thought it would be a cool post when I started it, and now I’m realizing that it’s an elaborate treatment to a rather unimpressive anecdote. Nevertheless, I hope some of you might find it amusing. If you want to see the pages bigger, you have to click on the Two Gentlemen title at the top of the post.