Weird

Airhead

As my fellow Americans prepare to observe the anniversary of this nation's independence by overeating unhealthy foods, blowing stuff up, and basically showing we require constant supervision after all, I'll be celebrating a double independence day.

For last year, upon my return from England's shores, I found myself bent beneath the oppressive yoke of my friends Brian and Jen and their offer of free housing until I could find my own place. It was a hard-fought struggle, but after a painful month I finally shattered the chains of no rent, tore off the manacles of delicious homemade dinners, carefully disassembled the chastity belt of free beer, and on July 3rd, 2011, I struck out on my own! Take that, tyrants!

To commemorate the day, I created the above painting for my friends. Now they'll have something to hang above the large empty space in their guest room. Because just like young America maintained the language and culture of their former oppressors, I totally took Brian and Jen's extra bed. Thanks, guys.

Happy Independence Day!

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Look, mummy! There's an aerophant up in the sky!

Let me be first to admit I'm not clear on what exactly is happening here. I believe the tiny pachydermnaut's rocketpack's busted. So he's sought the help of a lady space mechanic to address the issue. But she's in a panic, not expecting a visit from a mammal that flies (though her job and environs would suggest otherwise).

Bizarre, and poorly composed. Let's agree: I shouldn't draw when jetlagged/high on coffee.

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Carnival Barker 2: Electric Tattoo

Before landing a job as a 2-D artist at Her Interactive, I was a copywriter with Logos Bible Software. It was a miserable experience and I don't want to talk about it why did you even bring it up? Needless to say, writing marketing copy for evangelism handbooks written by Kirk Cameron wasn't really super artistically fulfilling. More like soul-destroying.

On one occasion, though, I was invited to contribute something to the company blog with an accompanying illustration. Jumping at the chance, I immediately started working on a little carnival barker shouting out the hottest deals on bible software. He even had the company logo tucked into his hat belt. ADORBS!

Little could I have imagined how often that drawing would be ripped from its original context and used on other unrelated websites. Nor could I have foreseen it would become the second hit if you Google Image search "carnival barker."

Baffling, truly baffling.

But not half as baffling as this:

SOMEBODY TATTOOED IT ON THEIR TORSO.

GOOD. LORD.

Don't get me wrong, I'm honored and all. But if I knew people were going to go this nuts about the illustration, I would have spent more than 30 minutes on it. Or at least I would have erased the pencil markings completely.

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I believe I can fly. I believe I can post a Sketcharoo. These goals are achievable, if I only trust in my abilities.

Monday Sketcharoo! 2 [UPDATE: Here's the deal. I just wanted to draw a guy with hands coming out of his head, and the guy I came up with ended up looking incredibly smug. So, I thought it would be funny if I wrote "CONFIDENCE" under him, as though his handtlers made him unbearably self-assured. And it was funny, to me. But to no one else. So, I've updated the illustration with something (hopefully) more interesting. The wallpapers, too. Hope you like it. ALSO! If you guys want to see wallpapers of any future Sketcharoos, let me know and I'll see what I can come up with.]ChangePost

Hmm? Look, if I have to explain it then it's not art anymore.

But it is a wallpaper: 1280 x 800, 1440 x 900, 1680 x 1050, 1920 x 1200, iPhone.

Yo' mama so ugly, she ruined the country.

Monday Sketcharoo!

I'd like to be serious for a moment, if I may. There is a silent epidemic raging throughout this great land of ours*, a plague that strikes both young and old alike and could, in time, lead to population decrease and widespread nausea. I'm speaking of ugliness.

Now, I don't mean inner ugliness, a blight on the soul that that be easily overlooked in times of great co-dependency. No, the kind of ugliness to which I refer is of a physical nature. It's the kind of ugliness that arouses in the viewer a sort of awestruck horror, comparable to witnessing a car accident, or two elephants mating. I'm sure you know of what I speak. You, possibly, are afflicted with such great hideousness. If this is the case, and if you can read these words through your paper bag, know there is now hope. For there is now MOLE-X!

MoleX

*USA! USA! USA!