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