Gawd, I love drawing hot rods! This was rendered in full vector format, so posters of any size are no problem. Drop me an email if you're interested.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Badgers? I don't got to show you no stinkin' badgers!
Recently, I've been wrestling with the idea of getting a tattoo.
Now, I'm not a tattoo guy by nature. I don't really know what a "tattoo guy" is, other than a guy with tattoos. There sure seems to be a lot of them around, too. They seem to be quite comfortable with their colorful, skin-deep images of brain-eating zombies, obscure Japanese calligraphy, and squiggly interlocking tribal symbols that speak of the bearer's primal lifestyle which includes sleeping in stone huts, eating raw meat from the bone, and fending off woolly mammoths with clubs.
Mocking tone aside, I actually admire them, those tattoo guys. They ooze confidence, assertiveness, and style. And the level of artistic skill and imagination in much of the tattoo work today is as professional as any art form today.
Read on...
So, I made the mistake of mentioning to my wife that I was thinking of getting one. Of course, she wanted to know what type of image I wanted so she could be reassured I wasn't considering a pointy boobed pin-up girl. Or worse, the word, "Mom." No, I was clear on what I wanted. No zombies, Kanji, or tribal armbands: I wanted a badger branded somewhere on my body (no, not there.) To my surprise, she said, "Sure."
Dammit.
At this point, rather than simply fantasizing about a tattoo, I had to consider actually getting one. She was even willing to chip in a "fitty" to help with the cost. My steely-eyed better half had stared me down across the table and called my hand. So I did what any self-respecting man would do in this situation: I asked a buddy what to do.
"Awesome! Get a tribal arm-band!" he said. Unfortunately, I couldn't punch him because like most men, he's bigger than me. I later learned that he was kidding, of course. But he did think a tattoo was a great idea for me. He has three himself, so I'm sure there's a direct correlation between the number of tattoos a person has and the degree of enthusiasm he has for his friend to get one, too. So, we talked at length about what type of badger should I get.
Should he be cute, like my logo?
No. Not unless I like getting beat up.
Should he be menacing?
No, I don't have the cred it takes to pull that off.
What about somewhere in between, like the mascot for the University of Wisconsin Badgers?
Nah. Wisconsin is too cold for me. Yes, that matters.
So, in the end, I chose to buy a pair of headphones.
That's not me in those headphones. That's a professional model. But those are my headphones.
I don't regret my decision at all. I will never get beat up because of my headphones, and they will never send the implicit message of "Don't f*** with me!" which invariably forces you to back up the claim with some sort of aggression. They also will never make me cold.
Back to the drawing board.
Now, I'm not a tattoo guy by nature. I don't really know what a "tattoo guy" is, other than a guy with tattoos. There sure seems to be a lot of them around, too. They seem to be quite comfortable with their colorful, skin-deep images of brain-eating zombies, obscure Japanese calligraphy, and squiggly interlocking tribal symbols that speak of the bearer's primal lifestyle which includes sleeping in stone huts, eating raw meat from the bone, and fending off woolly mammoths with clubs.
Mocking tone aside, I actually admire them, those tattoo guys. They ooze confidence, assertiveness, and style. And the level of artistic skill and imagination in much of the tattoo work today is as professional as any art form today.
Read on...
So, I made the mistake of mentioning to my wife that I was thinking of getting one. Of course, she wanted to know what type of image I wanted so she could be reassured I wasn't considering a pointy boobed pin-up girl. Or worse, the word, "Mom." No, I was clear on what I wanted. No zombies, Kanji, or tribal armbands: I wanted a badger branded somewhere on my body (no, not there.) To my surprise, she said, "Sure."
Dammit.
At this point, rather than simply fantasizing about a tattoo, I had to consider actually getting one. She was even willing to chip in a "fitty" to help with the cost. My steely-eyed better half had stared me down across the table and called my hand. So I did what any self-respecting man would do in this situation: I asked a buddy what to do.
"Awesome! Get a tribal arm-band!" he said. Unfortunately, I couldn't punch him because like most men, he's bigger than me. I later learned that he was kidding, of course. But he did think a tattoo was a great idea for me. He has three himself, so I'm sure there's a direct correlation between the number of tattoos a person has and the degree of enthusiasm he has for his friend to get one, too. So, we talked at length about what type of badger should I get.
Should he be cute, like my logo?
No. Not unless I like getting beat up.
Should he be menacing?
No, I don't have the cred it takes to pull that off.
What about somewhere in between, like the mascot for the University of Wisconsin Badgers?
Nah. Wisconsin is too cold for me. Yes, that matters.
So, in the end, I chose to buy a pair of headphones.
That's not me in those headphones. That's a professional model. But those are my headphones.
I don't regret my decision at all. I will never get beat up because of my headphones, and they will never send the implicit message of "Don't f*** with me!" which invariably forces you to back up the claim with some sort of aggression. They also will never make me cold.
Back to the drawing board.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
'53 Merc vs '34 Ford
You can't stop the chop.
This is a illustration I did for a good buddy of mine who makes, among many other things, posters for Rockabilly concerts. I did the rendering in the style of Tuck, a.k.a. Jeff Tuckner, who is without a doubt one of the best hot rod illustrators around. He's way better at this than I am. He used to be at www.hollywoodtuck.com, but that link doesn't appear to be working right now. Anyone know if he's posting work anywhere on the web?
This is a illustration I did for a good buddy of mine who makes, among many other things, posters for Rockabilly concerts. I did the rendering in the style of Tuck, a.k.a. Jeff Tuckner, who is without a doubt one of the best hot rod illustrators around. He's way better at this than I am. He used to be at www.hollywoodtuck.com, but that link doesn't appear to be working right now. Anyone know if he's posting work anywhere on the web?
Rumblefish
Here's an illustration for Restaurant Startup and Growth magazine. The article was called "A Little Fish in a Big Pond." Pretty literal, huh?
What's Different About These Two Illustrations?
This is a recent illustration for Dive Center Business magazine. The top version was the first one I submitted to the A/D, and the bottom version was the one that ended up getting published. I guess the top version was too over-the-top for the readership. I think the A/D liked it, but there are always other forces to reckon with. Still, they both turned out fine. The top one will end up in my portfolio, though.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Blend Until Smooth Has a New Home
If you're looking for the next strip in Blend Until Smooth, you can find it here from now on. I started a new blog devoted entirely to the strip.
I still post every Friday, but I wanted to keep my 'toon separate from this site because theagilebadger.com is primarily my illustration blog, and I want visitors who come here to see what's happening on that side of my business. And it's hard enough carrying a story arc across a full week without having the posts mixed in with my blabs and other posts.
So check it out! www.blenduntilsmooth.blogspot.com
Back to the drawing board.
I still post every Friday, but I wanted to keep my 'toon separate from this site because theagilebadger.com is primarily my illustration blog, and I want visitors who come here to see what's happening on that side of my business. And it's hard enough carrying a story arc across a full week without having the posts mixed in with my blabs and other posts.
So check it out! www.blenduntilsmooth.blogspot.com
Back to the drawing board.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I Finally Deep-Sixed the Box
My wife finally convinced me; our TV has been disconnected from its source, and as a result, I've been disconnected from what she loathingly calls "the brain-sucking device." She's right, and I know it.
I haven't had much reason to watch the damn thing recently. Spare time was something reserved for my bachelor days. And now that I'm remarried, I find most of my time is devoted to blending my new family, worrying about my daughter at college, tending to my fledgling illustration business, maintaining my architecture career, drumming, playing guitar, and oh yes, eating and sleeping (although I often find the eating part is disturbingly optional when the other activities are in full motion).
Read on...
I think what finally convinced me to agree with She-Who-Shall-Pull-The-Plug was the one-and-half hour of TV watching we engaged in last Sunday night.
Oh...my...God, what a load of crap we saw paraded before our astonished eyes. I guess I'd been away from that monstrous machine long enough to have forgotten how awful televised entertainment has become. The time lapse of six months or more allowed me to see television programming with fresh eyes. It sucked, and sucked hard. And to top it off, I was paying $39.95 a month keep it available to me 24/7.
I think Rule No. 1 of happy living should be, "Never pay money to keep something around that either sucks or that you don't use. Terminate with extreme prejudice if it falls into both categories."
If any of this resonates with you, maybe you'd be interested in reading The 9-Step Television Diet in the amazing ThinkSimpleNow.com website.
Back to the drawing board.
I haven't had much reason to watch the damn thing recently. Spare time was something reserved for my bachelor days. And now that I'm remarried, I find most of my time is devoted to blending my new family, worrying about my daughter at college, tending to my fledgling illustration business, maintaining my architecture career, drumming, playing guitar, and oh yes, eating and sleeping (although I often find the eating part is disturbingly optional when the other activities are in full motion).
Read on...
I think what finally convinced me to agree with She-Who-Shall-Pull-The-Plug was the one-and-half hour of TV watching we engaged in last Sunday night.
Oh...my...God, what a load of crap we saw paraded before our astonished eyes. I guess I'd been away from that monstrous machine long enough to have forgotten how awful televised entertainment has become. The time lapse of six months or more allowed me to see television programming with fresh eyes. It sucked, and sucked hard. And to top it off, I was paying $39.95 a month keep it available to me 24/7.
I think Rule No. 1 of happy living should be, "Never pay money to keep something around that either sucks or that you don't use. Terminate with extreme prejudice if it falls into both categories."
If any of this resonates with you, maybe you'd be interested in reading The 9-Step Television Diet in the amazing ThinkSimpleNow.com website.
Back to the drawing board.
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Sunday, December 23, 2007
Another Italy Watercolor
Cartooning is fun, no doubt. But I'm susceptible to other distractions as well. Here's a watercolor I just finished from a photograph taken on our honeymoon. My wife took the picture on a day-trip we took to Montalcino, a tiny Italian hill town famous for Brunello wine.
The final work is about 13 x 22. You can click on the image to open a larger version in a new window.
The final work is about 13 x 22. You can click on the image to open a larger version in a new window.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
FreelanceSwitch.com Article
Here is the article I wrote for FreelanceSwitch.com. I hope the subject has some importance for you. Even if it doesn't, the whole website is terrific and deserves a good looking around.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
We have a winner!
With three hours left to vote, I'm declaring a winner: "Blend Until Smooth" will the be title of my comic strip. I changed the past participle "Blended" to the imperative, "Blend" because it feels more, well, imperative.
Thank you all for voting! The next strip I post (tomorrow, 11/23) will have the new title and an overall more professional look. I'm also working on a prequel comic for the entire airplane vacation series. Seems there's some confusion about whether Evan, the 13-year-old boy, was on the wing of the airplane while it was on the ground or in the air. The entire scene actually takes place on the ground, and I need a little more "lead-in" to make that clearer.
Thank you all for voting! The next strip I post (tomorrow, 11/23) will have the new title and an overall more professional look. I'm also working on a prequel comic for the entire airplane vacation series. Seems there's some confusion about whether Evan, the 13-year-old boy, was on the wing of the airplane while it was on the ground or in the air. The entire scene actually takes place on the ground, and I need a little more "lead-in" to make that clearer.
Friday, November 16, 2007
There's Still Time to Vote!
Please take a sec and vote on your favorite title in the sidebar.
Here are the first three in sequential order. Click on the image to see the full-size version.
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