As some of you may or may not know this summer my Mother passed of Heart Disease. I’ve been doing a lot of small scale things for the American Heart Association ever since. Right now, I want to test something. According to Facebook I have 1300+ friends, Twitter tells me I have ~400 followers, and 100 on Tumblr. I am asking if you all of you could send me $1-2 to my Paypal. I would like to donate it as a large and very late Birthday gift. Anyone who donates will be entered in a nerdy raffle filled with Pathfinder core books, D&D books, manga, and other geek stuff. My Paypal is Lkrouser@optonline.net. Send as a gift otherwise it gets put on hold. Please help me do this for my mom. Thanks.
Sometimes, I get to draw cool things.
A while back, Adam Warrock (Euge) contacted me about designing a shirt for his upcoming tour which kicks off in December.
My idea is this:
Like sorta chibi versions of me and Jaime Lannister in like a cloak and a beard and all shitty, and he’s missing his one hand (like when he’s with Brienne). And we’re jumping up and high fiving each other and he’s swinging his hand on a string to high five me?
Top text says: ADAM WARROCK
Under text says: HIGH FIVIN’ POP CULTURE EST. 2009
Chibi and fucked up? I’m the artist for the job!
I let the idea mull around in my brain meats for a little bit before I put pen to paper. Then I did a few quick thumbnails to play around with composition. In general, clients like to have a few ideas to choose from, but if you give them too many options, nine times out of ten they’ll pick something you don’t like. Best to whittle the choices down to your strongest ideas so that no matter what the client chooses, you’ll enjoy working on the piece.
I ended up sending Euge two sketches that I whipped up in Sketchbook Pro.
Though design A responded exactly to what Euge requested, design B captures the absurdity of the situation. And it makes me laugh. Thankfully, Euge agreed and we went with B.
Next step is to put pencil to paper. I prefer to draw on paper. I find that I hesitate less when the undo option is unavailable to me. I also work a lot looser on paper than I do digitally and I felt the figures needed that sense of motion.
Laying in the basic forms, I try not to do too much more rendering than this. I know I’ll be inking the piece so drawing a thing twice over takes more time. But sometimes, I just feel the need to work in more details at the penciling stage. I didn’t do too much more with the faces, but I did work in the fingers and clothing details.
When I first started doing Yellow Peril, I only inked with a sable brush. Now I use pretty much anything that’s on my desk that’s loaded with water proof ink. I generally start with the faces first and hop around as I go.
For things like hair, stubble, and clothing folds, I’ll usually use a brush of one sort or another. Everything else is sort of up for grabs. I used a micron for Euge’s shell toes. I do all my corrections in Photoshop so I don’t freak out too much about smudges or tangents. And I’ve got to scan this thing into a computer anyway for color separations.
I scan at 600dpi because I want to retain as much lineart detail as possible. Then it’s a matter of figuring out which bits to color what. Euge was aiming for a three color shirt.
Since the design was going on a dark shirt color, I used that for the lineart which meant I had three colors to play with for shades and tones. If it was a light color shirt, one of the colors would have been used for lineart. This gave me a lot more flexibility so I was able to do some cell shading to add depth to the piece. Some font play, some layer separation, some Pantone swatches, and we’re ready to print!
I can’t wait to see this thing on tour on a shirt on bodies. I had a lot of fun with it and I’m so glad Euge gave me the call.
And that’s how a shirt is made! Well, one way.
I’ve always loved hand painted lettering so I can’t help but drool while watching Glen Weisgerber do his thing. The fluidity of his line and his absolute confidence with the brush is a joy to behold. The tail of the “g” at the end is really fun.
Certainly, this type of lettering can be done on computer. Grab a couple of bezier handles and you’ve got some pretty convincing pinstripes. But there’s something about a curve painted on a surface by an expert hand that a vector can’t quite capture.
I have a feeling I’ll be trolling Airbrush Action’s YouTube page for more inspiration like this.
Apparently, it’s my lot in life to compare absolutely everything to Pacific Rim! Because robots punching! And SWORD!
When I Marty F’n Day’s eyes light up when he took that first bite of food from this hole-in-the-wall Chinese place we found in San Francisco Chinatown, I knew that he suffered a long existance of never tasting authentic Chinese cuisine. He said it was the best Chinese food he had ever tasted. I postulate that it’s the ONLY Chinese food he’s ever tasted. What many of my non-Asian friends consider to be Chinese food is a pale shadow of the real thing. Indeed, for the longest time Audrey thought she hated Chinese food because what she had been exposed to all her life wasn’t even close to the real thing.
This phenomenon of people being subjected to cuisine that masks itself as Chinese food is perfectly embodied in Patrice Wilson’s latest… um… song I guess, “Chinese Food.”
Now before we get into this mess, I sincerely hope that Alison Gold makes a mint off of this terrible thing. She didn’t write it. She didn’t produce it. She didn’t direct this… music video. So I don’t think she be blamed for the awful. That blame lies squarely on the shoulders of Patrice Wilson, the… writer, I guess, of such things as Rebecca Black’s “Friday.”
Back to this… thing.
Whether he meant to or not, Patrice Wilson has created a weird sort of social commentary on the poor state of what I’ll be calling Faux Chinese food from now on. Some like to call it “Americanized” Chinese, but that implies that Americans don’t like authentic ethnic cuisine and I think that’s bullshit. I’m American. I love authentic cuisine. Everything about this is wrong. The video starts off in a Mongolian style kitchen. There are Geisha dancing somewhere in there. Panda Express is dropped as a Chinese food place. The lyrics are essentially a list of every Faux Chinese dish you’d find at your local maul (this is how I spell mall. Don’t judge me) food court. It’s clear that Wilson has no idea what he’s talking about.
Here’s another tell tale sign that there be no Chinese food here. There are hardly any Asians in the restaurant. Here’s a quick test to tell if a restaurant is serving ethnic realness. This works for any ethnic cuisine whether it be Asian, Latin, Mediterranean. If the majority, I’d say seventy to ninety percent, of the customers are from the culture of the food, chances are you’re gonna be eating the real thing. If it’s more fifty fifty, you’re gonna be eating some weird Faux version of that cuisine.
“Chinese Food” is a weird sort of celebration of everything that is unauthentic. There’s no Chinese food. There’s a weird pedo panda. Alison is probably too young to be clubbing. What the fuck are Geisha doing there. Fortune cookies aren’t Chinese, although even some Chinese people I know don’t even know that so you get a pass on that one. It’s a big fucking mess are tied up in a viral package.
So if you find yourself ordering the shit listed in the song or eating things that look like what you see in the music video, perhaps take a moment to reflect about your choices. I think you deserve better. Although, truth be told, sometimes even I crave the horribleness of Pando Express.