Whatever's End

Thanks to everyone who ordered drawings over the past couple weeks: the first waves of drawings are making their way to your doors, with more to come shortly.

The whole experience was a positive one (and certainly got me drawing things I never would have otherwise), so I won't rule out doing it again... but for now it's back to drawing what's inside my own head, as indefensible as that might be.

One More Week of Whatever

This Sunday (June 21st) will be the final day I'll be taking requests to draw your mom, or your mom with a stapler head, or a stapler dancing with Che Guevara while you mom looks on with jealousy. If you saw the previous post, you know the drill: $100 for a full color 7x 8" sketch, $50 for black and white. The first wave of orders will be shipping this week and on Sunday the doors will close for good (well, maybe not forever (since this exercise seems to have panned out well for all concerned), but certainly for the foreseeable future).

(OFFER EXPIRED JUNE 21st)

So look at that bare patch of wall and figure out how to fill it. You've got a few days left to make me scratch my head when I see what you've come up with.

Yoda, Yoda, Yoda

In keeping with my earlier post about convention sketches: I'd be remiss in my duties as the boyfriend of a die-hard Star Wars enthusiast to not mention that my drawing of Yoda, along the legion of Yoda drawings amassed by Mike Baehr ( tireless web editor for Fantagraphics), is featured on the Star Wars blog, with a short interview with Mike. Strong with the thematic sketchbook he is.

Convention Sketches

At this most recent SPX, as with any convention, I (along with myriad other artists, including Mark Burrier pictured beside me above) ended up drawing doodles and sketches here and there in people's sketchbooks. But I have to compliment those requesting the drawings for one of the widest varieties of themed sketchbooks I've ever encountered. Top prize goes to the head-spinning theme of "draw something you would never draw." I was flummoxed. It was sort of an aesthetic liar paradox. Or barber paradox. Even creating an adequate analogy is screwing with my head.

In the aftermath, I'm not sure what all I drew. I've posted a few above and below here (the themes being "Dreams" (above) and "Calvin and Hobbes" (below)), but I lost track of what happened over two days. I know someone out there has a drawing I attempted, from memory, of Panthro from Thundercats. There was a horribly botched Yellowjacket from The Avengers. A skrull drawn onto the cover of a Marvel comic? That happened somewhere in there as well. Anyone who has any other attempts, disasters, or embarrassments I'm forgetting, feel free to share. It's hard to know what I wouldn't draw when I can't remember what I've already done.

(Thanks to Vy Tran for the first two graphics, David Ryan for the last.)