Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Owl & the Grasshopper


An addition to my Aesop's fables series. The Grasshopper wouldn't shut up, so he got ate up.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

fruit hat

Still tinkering around with an older painting, recropping & all.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

the Old Lion & the Fox

from the Aesop fable, acrylic on watercolor paper. I'll continue to monkey with the text, trying to optimize it for a small format (hypothetically a storybook page would be large enough to fit the text of the fable in its entirety; as a postcard or otherwise small image, it'd be about impossible to read.)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

edwardian stylin

How great would it be to have hair like this? Acrylic, oil wash, colored pencils, the photoshop.

hyper victorian

Messin' around with the Photoshop cs5 trial and practicing digital painting. Man cs5 is nice. My trusty cs2 suite is still holding up nicely though.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

the lady, or the tiger

Here is something nearly finished, making adjustments now:



It is based off the short story "The Lady, or the Tiger?" by Frank R Stockton, first published in 1882. In this story, a king's preferred method of justice was to place the accused in front of two doors leading out of an arena. Behind one is a tiger; behind the other, a pretty lady. He could choose either one. If he chose the door that hid the woman, they were married on the spot and everyone celebrated this karmic proof of his innocence. If the tiger came out, the tiger did what tigers do and he was denounced for a criminal.
The king discovered that his daughter had taken a lowly fellow for a sweetheart. Furious, the king locked the boy up to await trial. Prior to that day the princess managed to learn which door hid which fate: behind one, the awful maneating creature that would take her sweetheart away, and behind the other, a tiger. The princess was well familiar with the pretty woman waiting behind one door, and despised her for her history of infatuation with the fellow who belonged only to the princess. The idea that he would marry her was repugnant, no less so than the possibility of his death. When the time of his trial came, he looked at her from the arena and she made a motion with her hand, signaling that he should open the door on the right side. He did. The story ends there, with the listener supposing what came out of that door: the lady or the tiger? I've not met anybody who didn't think tiger.

Acrylic on illustration board, meddled with the colors some in Photoshop and will probably continue to

all thumbs

This is my 'blog.' To kick off here is a thing I drew!