This one goes out to all you lowbrowed knuckle-draggers (I'm looking at you, Carl). Project we just did, no requirements, I call it the Modern-Day Hunter. Probably one in a series of 4 similarly themed pieces.
OH MY GOD, BASEDGOD! YOU SWAG TO THE MAXIMUM! SWAG A HUNDRED THOUSAND, A HUNDRED TRILLION!!! OH GOD DAMN, BASEDGOD!!
Everybody know that the kid straight hustlin, 30 on my shhh cuz I look like Justin. Bieber on my wrist and them girls straight love it. Girls drop it low cuz you know we want something. Everybody know Justin Bieber is my cousin Straight westside young Basedgod it's nothing. 55 Bieber,
swag off the meter, 50 on my shhh cuz I look like Bieber
Alright you hoodlums, this is a whole bunch of portraits handled in various different ways from last year (most of which done in my advanced media class). Just thought I'd put some stuff that hasn't seen the light of day up for y'all.
Oil prints from a sheet of glass on some nice paper.
Reference taken from these cool old-fashioned mugshots of
Master copies of Norman Rockwell and Dean Cornwell,
Here's the deal, nerds: Godzilla's talking a bunch of sh*t about Steve Irwin (AKA the world famous Croc Hunter) with all his ugly, radioactive monster buddies, saying stuff about Steve's mom and whatnot. Steve doesn't like what he's hearing, kicks Godzilla's kiester. Any questions? Same method used as in the sci-fi acrylic project a few posts back.
DON'T WORRY CHUMPS, this is nothing new. Same caricature of Kramer (from Seinfeld) that I did for my illustration class last semester. Re-working my blog, so you might end up seeing some old ish pupping up here and there.
Wussup chumps? Day two of the old-art-onslaught (old, of course, meaning done in the last couple months). Here's some stuff I've done for Brooke Olivares's (spelling?) advanced media class. There are a couple pen and ink ones I've left out, only because I don't quite know where they are. Regardless, you fools are getting a double dosage tonight, simply because one post can't handle this ish.
Watarcolor portraits was the assignment, so that's what I did.
After hours of scouring Google Images, I found what I thought were
three of the ugliest, goofiest, most interesting mugs in the history
of basball. Couple tweaks here and there, and Bob's your uncle.
Rory, Dad, I'm sorry about the teams, that's just
how it worked out.
Never touched gouache before, but I've grown to like it.
Master copy portraits; the miner was done by the late, great,
Norman Rockwell, the fat sailor was done by...the other...late,
I hope y'all are ready for a waterfall of old material that is FINALLY coming into light. After almost a full-semester dry spell, I'll be dropping all the artwork that has remained in hiding until now. For tonight, I'll hit you guys with some illustration stuff. Keep in mind that, while this isn't necessarily a whole lot, I'm currently working on 2 projects, and may or may not have a third to accompany those for the end of the year.
This was the first assignment of the semester. We had to
illustrate what we got for Christmas. My brothers and I
gave each other money out of our wallets, among other