Friday, February 14, 2014
I love you too dude, in a platonic manly way. Not romantically, or in a 'I want to surgically remove your face and staple it to mine so i can pretend to be you and batdance around the room singing the ray Parker Jr Ghostbuster theme with my wiener flopping around and firing handguns into the air' kind of way.
Anywho, hope shit is good! Luv your work!
St Douglas Cupidstien
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
I'm keeping my promise and posting more, even if the posts are total dick custard, because that's the kind of man I am; no matter what Greg Broadmore says! Don't listen to him, he lies! LIES!
I don't know what this dude is...he's sort of a mash of what I imagined the navigator from Alien would have looked like, mixed with the Engineers of Prometheus...in a jacket. I don't know. Fuck it.
So any-who, hope shit is good.
Watched Open Grave again, more on that next post! Get ready Copley, it'll be a looooong post because I'll have a picture of you in it.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Did I ruin it? I feel like I might have over complicated it. Shit. Fuck, why is art so hard? There should be a button. You press it and it works.
Neill, I tend to over detail shit, it's a problem. I get all focused on one piece and push on it too fucking hard. Render it to death. Also, this might have gone to organic. It got a little AKIRA-ish, but that's where I shine. Organic shit. I wanted more robot and machine like elements in there. I still plan on adding them, but probably digitally with 3-D objects. You see the Tetra Vaal bullet in there? That's where it all started for me.
Here's a bigger drawrin' of you. At this pace it will be done in time for Christmas, 2026!
We'll see what happens, I guess. To quote Ren, "...Maaaaybe something good, maaaybe something bad."
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Anyway, I like that he's all punchy punch, even though his head is a bunch of guns.
I don't know. Might play with it more at some point.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Anyway, So Karl fights the evil town and it's fish deity, and saves most the circus folk; some have to die to make it exciting. the Karl gives his life to save the day and the last bit we get with him is him being carried away to heaven by thousands of butterflies. Cheese.That's why when the circus entered the small southern coastal town of El Pescado, and the events began to happen, Karl rose to the occasion. While the others cowered and ran in fear, Karl stood his ground and held off the beasts that plagued them. He would do anything to repay the kindness and love his circus family had shared with him; and he did.Karl was the perfect strongman. He could lift anything, he practically raised the big top on his own. He bent metal his his hands, he was well loved among the circus folk. they looked out for him, and he loved them for it. he was smart enough to know that he couldn't offer much in return, other than his bulk and strength. Raising tents and lifting crates hardly seemed a fair payback.Karl was massive. He wasn't just massive, he was solid.. Gravity seemed to buckle around him. Karl, for all his mass and bulk, was as simple and gentle as a young child. He loved butterflies, he loved their delicateness. he dreamed of touching them, of holding them softly, of feeling their delicate wings on his hands; but he knew better.Karl broke anything and everything that he placed in his fists. He drank from a beaten up metal pop, since he usually crushed glasses. His plate was a chunk of metal that the ringmaster had fashioned for him out of an old water tank. Karl rarely touched or hugged anyone, even though he desperately wanted too; out of fear of crushing them in his arms. He had before, breaking ribs, and dislocating bones.
Sigh...why am I sharing this?
Doug 'weighs more than butterflies' Williams
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Dude, another quick one. Wild times. Old sketch I found. Not sure why I abandoned this one. It seems like one I would have finished.
Skinny long limbs; check.
Bumpy detailed skin; check.
Squidish alien body; check.
Anatomy hidden in tendrils; check.
Not sure what happened. Maybe I'll start on it again. AHHAHAHHAH, no not really. Goodbye squid dude, you coulda' been great.
Doug 'never finishes anything lately' Williams
Monday, January 27, 2014
It's a debt gnome. I figure everything needs a gnome, and since there's so much debt out there, why not have it's own gnome?!? It's not done; a hlaf baked picture, for a half baked idea. I did use real paint though!
How's shit been? How's Chappie?
Short one today. Shit be busy.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Neill, sup dog? Here's another oldy, but goody. It's a quick Zbrush sculpt. I think this was my third sculpt. Man, for a bit there I was really starting to grow, but then I just dropped off and crawled into a hole or mediocrity.
The thing is, I need to grow. I need to mess with programs like I used to, because I would suck at being homeless. I really like showers, and hot food that's not from a garbage can.
First world problems; amiright?
Douglas 'sir can I have another' Williams
Well, back to my hole.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
So in honor of that I drew a cute lil' Alien pic. I feel like I've seen an illustration like this before, not by me. Maybe I was Incepted. Maybe I'm just a hack, either way, sorry if I'm ripping someone off.
Sigourney Weaver is so fucking amazing.
Doug "isfuckingjellybeansjealous" Williams
Monday, January 20, 2014
Dude, holy shit, so you've wrapped? That's like a week or two for editing and effects and it's out, right? I can't fucking wait. Holy shitballs of fire. I can't wait.
Well, just a big fucking congrats, dude. I'll make a more normal PLAMNB post tomorrow.
I have a plan to get you to notice me, maybe a few post dedicated to Sharlto. How you like them apples; is something Matt Damon says.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Neill, how shit be man? Busy here, but some exciting cool fun busy. I'm not sure if I can keep up my current pace, but I'll try. So here's a super quick summer piece! In the slums of the future! SLUMMERTIME!
All the kids love slummertime! It's when the united combine dumps it's yearly orga-waste from it's oppulent living towers. Ah the sweet smells of aristocratic waste, blending with the sweltering heat. Slummertime, it's their favorite time!
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Stiiiilllll slowly picking away at this. part of it is the lack of time. Still an hour a night is better than nothing.It's still off, but I did a gut check and it's not as bad as I thought. here's a quick photo manip I did to see how far off I am.
So it's not horrible I guess, and still a ways from being done. Maybe I can pull it out of the gutter. Man, being able to test this shit is so amazing. Imagine if Michelangelo had Photoshop. He'd fucking hate it.
So dude, this whole art thing might seem crazy, but you have to admit; Sharlto would never do anything like this for you. That's something only best friends do. Secret best friends.
Plus, my guess is that Copley would just continuously crush pencils like toothpicks in his gigantic paddle-like hands. It's probably why he went into acting. The world his just too small for his freakish gigantic size.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Neill, dude, I made a new sketch for this blog. Not a found one; a brand new one. Minutes spent on it, but I sort of dig. I might finish it.
I like picturing these big dead necro-slave giants firing away a massive rail gun (it's like firing away a nuclear reactor core-the whole fucking thing-and a bunch of them) while smaller little elf soldiers march in below. Oh, yeah, this is a fantasy picture. What do you mean it doesn't look fantasy? Because it looks sci-fi? Well it sort of is. But it's rooted in fantasy ideas. Here's my deal with fantasy; fuck all the rules. It's fantasy.
I worked on a real cool fantasy game that breaks a lot of the rules, but I still remember the meeting where I showed concepts for dwarves that lived in trees. Like bad ass Ewoks. You would have thought I had said something along the lines of 'Episode II is the best Star Wars film evah' because the shit storm that followed was shocking. My lesson, dwarves live in the ground and mine gems. I said,"Like in Snow White?" which is also wrong. It's like in Tolkien and D&D. Rules, canon; fuck all dat'.
So these are giants, killed and re-purposed through magic and tech to be massive lumbering rotting heavy geared slaves. you could do some really fucking cool battle shots. The factory where they build them would be rad too. Lots of cables and a giant rotting corpse being painted up with ancient elfish symbols.
Anyway, hope shit is cool! I saw Die Antwoord announced that they finished filming on Chappie, so the movie should be out next week, right? Maybe two weeks. I know editing can be hard.
Stay in school!
Douglindor Granthunburgh Williamseth III
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Quick sketch. I named it 'crone' then gave it a beard. So...it's a dude now...I guess. but that's how shit goes, right Neill? You got to be able to roll with it. Change shit up on the fly. Find new directions to make things work.
Oh, and I did some more work on your portrait, just a teensy bit. It's coming along, but I think my next traditional piece will be better. Weird how much you can forget.
Dude, so I'm dying to know more about Chappie. Is it still called Chappie? The cast has me excited AND perplexed. I keep thinking, "Sigourney Weaver is in a movie with Die Antwoord." Dude, that could be the tagline for the movie. That shit is ballz crazy. Anyways, can't wait!
Monday, January 13, 2014
Plus, I've been drawing refineries since I was a kid. I saw Bladerunner way before I probably should have. It's stuck with me ever since. That opening, with the eye. Fuck. That was the best beginning ever. The soft atmospheric music, punctuated with booms. It was like saying, "Hey fucker, this shit is going to be important. Watch it."
Anyway, so shit dude. Chappie, I can not fucking wait for. I re-watched Elysium again the other day. I'm constantly noticing new little details. I love that flick, and it gets me all juiced up for Chappie. I love that Hugh Jackman is based on me. We have the same physic and hair; and award winning smile.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Ugh. I guess it a little better; still looks nothing like you. I'll probably fix it in post. That's what you guys say right? It's fun to do though, the next piece should be better. I think I'll do the District 9 one.
Believe it or not, I think I fucked up my back working on this. I think it's from sitting in a wood chair in the kitchen. It's shooting pain in my lower lower back and into my balls. I can feel it all the way down to my foot.
That's how out of shape I am.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Neill, I found this helmet sketch from a million years ago. I went through a big Takayuki Takeya phase. Actually, that's never a phase; more like a constant. So I wanted to make this organic mech suited warrior, like a halo marine, but all living material. Like cyberpunk meets...meat. Cybroganic. Fuck...I should trademark that. CYBROGANIC (tm).
As for your picture...well hopefully it will get better this weekend, because..Lord...I'm almost to the starting over point. Almost. It's fucking garbage.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
So while I fix that shit, here's another found random digital sketch. It's like the cutest killer warbot. Like if Totoro and Maschinen Krieger had a baby. I don't know why I abandoned this guy. Probably time.
Anyway, back to the frustratingly awful render of you. Good gravy it's off.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
So...I started. Man, I suck at likenesses. So...don't be offended if it looks nothing like you. Because it won't. I went with Nobody's suggestion and went for the middle right thumbnail.
I think this shit will end up being cool, but it won't really look like you. More like if someone glanced at you and then gave a verbal description to a chimpanzee with a pencil. A gestalt of you, a faded memory; trapped in time.
My New Years resolutions is to exercise more and do more art. Personal fun art, and more traditional shit. Pens and pencils. Maybe some paint. Also to update my blogs a bit more, and start a Tumblr. Because all the cool kids do Tumblr.
More tomorrow, hopefully.