Red States

This recent grassroots swing to the radical right is toxic. We're seeing it getting people hurt and killed already, and anyone who dares to touch will be stained by it. The Tea Party movement seems like a phenomenon right now, but in a decade, its followers will be seen as the evil twin of the hippies.

Animalapropism

Specific Sure birds.


Lurid-keets.


A horse is a horse, of coarse, of coarse.

Funemployment Checks

Process work for the good folks at Funemployed. I'm not ashamed to show you how bad I usually am at caricaturing people the first time round, but I am a little too embarrassed to show you the other six full pages of trying to get these people to get past "likeness" to "caricature".
On the bottom are roughs for the final postcard design. The one on the lower left you might recognize as the poster to "Smokin' Aces 2". I ended up with something a little more like Grand Theft Auto 3, which I'll post upon final design approval.

Here's to Cheap Candy

It always struck me as ironic that being shot through a vital organ was a symbol of love. I would say I'm cynical, butI'm probably just bitter.

Are You Funemployed?

I'm currently working on material for a webisode series by a bunch of fellow SCAD-grads called Funemployed. It's quite a zesty enterprise, and involves such erudite and saucy topics as beard-growing, chugging contests, self-defense, and internships. From the top, that's Jay (Michael Lippert), Lockwood (Alex Harris), Ted (Ted Evans), Amy (Kate Carson-Groner), and Bill (Dan Hale).

Above are the main characters, and more finished design and process work will come soon, because I've been woefully neglecting this blog since December, and you person deserve something big.

More cartoons

Two more of the choicest cartoons I'm sending to the New Yorker. The first one seems to be more of National Lampoon or MAD cartoon to me, but hey, they published Charles Addams, why not me?

God, my handwriting tilts.

Hey yeah, cartoons!

For my rather late New Year's resolution, I've committed to doing five of these a week and sending them off to the New Yorker until they get sick of me and publish one. Based on precedent, this could take two years, but I plan on giving up and winning the lottery way before then.