A progression.

here's a white trash dude getting drunk

TERROR, it could happen to you

here's a li'l quickie from class we had to draw an emotion. In the spirit of Halloween season, I tried TERROR! which is the dread right before a horrifying experience occurs. So just imagine there are a bunch of halloween baddies in a bush behind her or something, or else this could easily be mistaken for stomach cramps

boobvira, mistress of cleavage

Halloween's coming! I never update my blog! Here are some Elvira doodles that don't look much like Elvira!

friends friends friends

It's summertime, and to combat some extreme rustiness, I tried doodling some friends from school! ...probably should have used reference though, woops

Left to right: Pat (with obligatory beer), Erica, Ricky, Melanie, Charlie (with obligatory vodka and frown), and Kari (with not-obligatory and totally unintentional giant head).

Sorry about the janky scans, I no longer have the luxury of CalArts lab scanners. Or Photoshop, for that matter.

mamma day!

When my mom was my age, instead of developing a hunchback sitting in front of a computer late into the night, she was travelling the world as a glamorous TWA stewardess, wearing funky outfits and serving caviar to celebrities! Probably the coolest thing ever.

So, happy Mother's Day, Ma, this is for you! Sorry if I butchered your uniform.

Of Moms and Massages

Let's do some life blogging.

 Last week was spring break and I knew I wanted to get away from CalArts for a few days, but I couldn't just go anywhere. I had gone insane with stress! There were too many things going on in my life for just any little journey to settle.

What I desperately needed...

...was some mommy time.

Like most moms, mine knows just how to heap praise onto me ridiculously high and make me feel better about everything that life makes me feel lame about. So I drove down to see her and my cat for comfort.

To help with the stress (but mostly the horrible back and shoulder pain that all animators get to deal with), my mom suggested I go get my

FIRST EVER MASSAGE

I am so proud to admit my masseuse was the silliest, happiest man ever. He was, and I don't exaggerate, essentially Kenneth from 30 Rock.

I wish he could be with me always.

Massages themselves, however, are kinda weird.

Afterward, though, I felt like a newborn noodle -- all greasy and wiggly and ready for a nap, but also ready to get back to school and take on the world. The best feeling!

Buuuut I couldn't leave until my mom prepared a bizarre vitamin cocktail in a ziplock bag, a sketchy result of her most recent health kick.

Thanks, Mom!

let's get narcissistic

I should be working on my film but I decided to draw myself instead

WOOPS

Sing it with me~

A little while ago I did a quick redesign of the gang from Josie and the Pussycats. They're hip! Current! Girly as all get-out!

Just don't get the theme song stuck in your head -- it never leaves

Hello, blogosphere!

So I finally got around to this blog business! I don't really know what I'm doing, but here's some of the stuff I've drawn in the last few weeks.

This lady is an awesome English teacher of mine from high school!

Sappy drawings of my childhood pets.

Yeah, blogs!