Saturday, January 3, 2009

Self Portrait?. . .

Yea, some might say how in the heck is this a self portrait, and I'd say hmmmmm...... and stare blankly at the floor. No, really, I'd say that this is an amalgamation of what I have to do as an illustrator to keep things moving onward and upward. I have to balance my computer illustration skills that get most of my design work done with my true love of painting brightly-colored strange things. I dunno, it just came out my brain and on to the canvas, but I'm glad its' there now.

Attack of the Sock Monkeys

Okay. so I had this weird dream about this hauntingly silent seige of the city by a disgruntled group of enormous sock monkeys roaming the streets in search of the little people and their little socks. How'd they get that big, well who really knows? I suppose I'd be mad too if I was made from stinky old worn out work socks, I'd imagine that smell might never go away. Anyway, time to some using Extra Strength Nyquil before bed time.