Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Experimental Portrait of Julian Edelman... Well, Why Not?

So, after the Jabba the Hutt exercise, in which I utilized white shapes against a black background, I decided to take it to the next level, by introducing color.

I figured that if I chose a subject that was in active motion, and not just a giant slug splayed out on a dias in a palatial throne room in the middle of a Tatooine desert, then perhaps I could utilize color to express motion and energy.

So I took the colors of NFL wide receiver Julian Edelman's uniform and shook them all up, and took the approach that they were sort of shaking off of him as he made his cuts.  If the colors crossed each other, I would treat them as semi-opaque and allow them to blend.

What I most liked about the finished image is that even though there's not a lot of information there, I'm sure that most people who watch football would be able to tell who he is, even though there's a real morass of color mess going on around his face.  Also, I like how most of his shins/calves are not rendered, only barely indicated with a dash here and there.

This is getting fun, it's the absolute opposite of how I've been doing things for all of my life.  I find that it's more interesting to engage a viewer with an opportunity to use their own imagination and fill in the blanks, rather than to force feed them every little stitch and hair.

Who woulda thought?



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Friday, September 9, 2016

Ink Portrait of Jabba the Hutt.... Well, why not?

So for some inexplicable reason a few days ago, I began to feel like something was missing from the exterior walls of my workshop.  I'm not sure why, but obviously among all of the posters and models and ephemera that goes with being a Star Wars/Star Trek geek, I had failed to have anything Jabba-related.

I must remedy this matter, I said to myself.  And so I watched Return of the Jedi again, a movie that my 3 year-old is very much into these days, and took some mental notes (as if I needed any), and began work on an 11 x 17 inch piece of bristol paper.

The image, as you can see, is mostly black shadows, as if there's an interrogation lamp in a vast otherwise dark room.  I have always preferred Jabba with one eye squinted, with a sort of look of incredulity.  Sort of a "I know you're lying, but... please continue"  look.

And so now, Jabba lives again!  Realized with black india ink.  He resides on the wall outside my shop, right above my tool rack, in a fittingly dingy environment.

There will be no Salacious Crumb.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Our Visit to the Walt Disney Family Museum

On Monday, my wife and I made our every-six-year-visit to the San Francisco area. Some people do stuff annually; so do we. But when it comes to the Bay Area, with its MENTALLY INSANE street setup and overall oddness, it takes me about six years before I can do it all again. Growing up here in the valley, I've grown accustomed to flat terrain, where I can see the horizon at the end of the road. Therefore, I naturally don't like the feeling that I'm driving/walking on a gigantic rippled blanket, on which I'm just certain that no structure is really stable. It just freaks me out. This may rankle some, but thank God above that the 49ers moved their stadium to Santa Clara (Candlestick Park was always a nightmare to escape from).

 But within the Presidio, off of the "blanket," resides the Walt Disney Family Museum. "The what? Wait, why is it in SF and not Southern California--" Don't ask, I honestly can't tell you. It makes zero sense, but hey, it's his family calling the shots, and they decided to install this museum in what is most certainly a large, brick, probably haunted building. The structure is right in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, amidst beautiful landscaping, a great open area where you can feel the cool breeze off of the bay and feel far from the distorted geography of the city. In short, the location doesn't necessarily rhyme, but the tune is still catchy.

 Right off, contrary to what you might have read online, you ARE allowed to take photos, as long as the flash is off. I went in thinking I couldn't, and was so happy to find out that it was cool. Thank goodness for smartphones. However, if you do go to an exhibit in building 122, you'll not be able to photograph anything, which makes sense.

 I've always loved animation, particularly the Warner Bros shorts, which, like most of us my age, I was solidly exposed to during the late 1970s. In contrast, the Disney shorts were not readily available at that time; no Saturday morning tv show, and if you were a church-going family like mine was, you never saw "The Wonderful World of Disney" on Sunday evenings. So I felt a kinship with the work of Jones, McKimson, Freleng and Clampett.

But fast forward many years, to the mid-1990s (no kidding), when I began to date my future wife. Her family were more Disney-oriented, and one of our early adventures had been to Disneyland, I place I'd only been to twice before that point (and even then, it was at the end of my high school years, long after that "magic age" for that kind of thing). These visits to Disneyland became quite frequent, and always being dangerously curious, I began to read about the history of Disney and his animation operation. It was then that I realized what an innovator his studio was, and what a magical merging of the right man and the right artists at the right time it all was. I began to learn about men like Johnston, Thomas, Kahl, and Marc Davis. I realized, as I watched the classic Disney shorts as they became available, that cartoons of theirs that I thought were from the late 1940s, with their clear sound, bright color and overall high quality, were in fact from the mid-1930s! The Warners toons, which I can usually date within a few years just by looking at them, were stunningly primitive (though I still adore them).

Well, it's been about 20 years since I began my education, and so it made all the sense in the world to visit this museum, regardless of its location. I still didn't know what to expect, but when after I entered I knew that I wouldn't regret this trek. The staff were very friendly, the building is very clean, and in true Disney fashion, there was a gift shop with a lot of temptations.

 I was stunned at times. There really were probably a few times that my mouth hung open. I did not expect to see old animation drawings from the dawn of Mickey Mouse's animation career. I certainly did NOT expect to see the earliest known drawing of a finalized Mickey. I saw cel set-ups from such classic shorts as "The Band Concert." And by God... I saw the multiplane camera.

"What?"

I know that for most people the multiplane camera means nothing. But I was genuinely shocked to see it. I had no idea that it had survived; Hollywood is notorious for destroying everything the moment they don't need it anymore. And yet here it was, cutting through two floors. It looked pristine, as if it was ready to work at the drop of a hat. I had read about this huge device in "The Illusion of Life" and other books, and just thinking that it had been used on Pinnochio... it was just weird, you know what I mean? Again, it looked brand new.

Another TOTAL surprise was Walt's Carolwood Pacific miniature train, that he used to ride on through his backyard railroad. I was glad to see that it had been kept and not sold off or trashed. I loved seeing the little seat cushions atop some of the cars.  

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After a few hours, we entered the Pinocchio exhibit in building 122, where I was further astonished. There was original artwork by Gustav Tenngrenn, and actual animation drawings by Ollie Johnston, Woolie Reitherman, Milt Kahl and others. I could hear the familiar voices of animation historian John Canemaker and animator Andreas Deja talking in the background, which was a nice touch (even if you're in another section, away from the display, it's nice to hear their voices).

The one thing that blew me away though, was a tiny side section that featured the maquettes used by the animators for reference. There was a large Monstro maquette, that showed signs of having been handled often, just there on display. I thought of how odd it was to be looking at something that had been in the old Burbank studio in its early days, back during Disney's golden era, pre-strike and war. For some reason, I really was impressed with being near these things.

 I would absolutely recommend going to the Walt Disney Family Museum if you are a fan of animation and its history. Even if you've become a know-it-all like me, you'll discover that there's more to life than knowing-- feeling is a pretty cool part of life, too.

 I would like to share pics from my adventure there...just CLICK HERE!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Patriots and Paints this V-Day...


Like most guys, I tend to draw a blank when it comes to Valentines Day. Of course we love our wives/girlfriends, but that usually NEVER means that we can find the right way ON THE SPOT to show it, like we're expected to do every February 14.

On top of that. Like most guys these days, I'm too am financially restricted, so anything barely interesting is out of the realm of possibilities.  So what to do?

Got money? No.
Got art supplies? Yes.
Got time? Sort of. Not really.
Got a wife who loves the New England Patriots? Yes.
Humph.....

It has been years since the last time I really painted anything "legit," not a goofy sign or something.  I was a little nervous--was this one of those times, when I would try to recapture the spark of about 10 YEARS AGO, and end being glad that I didn't tell anyone that I was painting a portrait of Tim Brady because it ended up sucking so bad because of rust?

Because of severe time constraints, I knew I'd have to use acrylic paint.  You know what they say about acrylics: "the good thing is that they dry fast.  The bad thing is that they dry fast."  It's tough to to blend when the paint is getting stuck a few minutes after applying it!  You pretty much have to have a clear picture in your mind of what you want when you're using acrylics.  It's hard to have good things happen as a surprise to you.

The original image was of him yelling in what looked like sunny skies.   Of course, their home stadium is in Massachusetts, and the playoffs are in January, when it's usually frightfully cold.  So I wintered up his gear a bit, darkened the background and added snowfall via the gold ol' paintbrush splatter effect.  Here and there, I would press my finger on certain "snowflakes" to make them both bigger and translucent, like they were flakes that were much closer to the viewer and thus out of focus.  Faintly in the background, I indicated distant crowds with small blotches of various colors.  And if the guy's yelling, then there needs to be some steam coming out, which was done with greyish white mixed with a glaze from Golden.

Speaking of colors, I had a bit of a challenge, replicating the jersey color.  It turns out to be cobalt blue + cad red deep and a tiny touch of pthalo blue.  I have to say that while it's rough, the jersey is my favorite part, in particular his left shoulder and the ripples on his chest.

The face mask also turned out dimensional, thanks to highlights and softening of the back edge side of his helmet.

I know that Rembrandt isn't quivering in his grave or anything, but still it was a bit of a relief to know that if necessary, I could still paint.

It was also nice to know that I could give my wife a gift that she won't possibly expect.


Monday, June 29, 2015

Friday, June 26, 2015

The Studio Build Update: It Is Finished

Well, it was supposed to take me about two weeks.  It ended up taking over two months.  It turns out that it's a lot slower doing something on your own.

Without a doubt, as you would surmise, bringing everything in to the new room was both the best and worst part of the experience.  I had forgotten just how much models don't like to be moved; they also don't like 2 year-old boys, either.  While moving everything over, I had some models on the floor, where my son discovered them.  I thus had a re-modelling project on the table soon afterward.  Star Wars models, it turns out, are pretty doggone fragile!  Stupid podracer!

Anyways, once things settled down, I was able to look at things and realize that SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, I had been able to do this.  After a few years of pondering, I was able to pop it out in a few months of sporadic work, during a rough time with my crummy job, during all kinds of personal obstacles that all seemed to magically appear the moment I began to try to do this.  So I guess in the end the moral of the story is, "If something must be done, then no matter what, DO IT."

So here are some pics, along with some captions to explain the madness!
Here's the view of the "clean side" of the room, where my drawing and reading stuff (along with a plethora of plastic models) resides.  This image is more honest about the lighting in the room than the next pic.  I really lucked out with how the black book cases all perfectly fit within the wall/corner to give a library effect.  I'm still debating whether or not to swap the Star Wars and Star Trek the Motion Picture posters so that it's next to the original crew poster above my drawing table.  I left the floor in its original rough state, to encourage me to do whatever I wanted to without being concerned about "Oops I just spilled (insert liquid name here) all over the carpet/tile/linoleum!."

Because of the shop light above my modelling station, this pic makes it look like the whole room is in a dank inner city basement of an abandoned building.  Nevertheless, this is the "dirty side" of the room, where I'll work on models and paint.  And finally I am able to hang my 1979 Comic Art Convention poster with the neat Curt Swan Superman drawing.

And finally, I can have my "Ships of the Fleet," all parallel parked above my drawing table.  There are 5 Enterprises, a Reliant, a few Klingon cruisers and Bird of Prey, and a Vulcan shuttle.
The corner above my door, my hornet's nest of Star Wars models.  Most of these models were built in the early era of my model building.  As I looked closely at them, I realized how poor they looked.  It's good that they're high up, away from close examination.  Check out C-3PO and his look of alarm.

A plastic monster rally, with a touch of Superfriends, Star Trek, and Star Wars.  You know, all of the good things in life.  I really like how Kirk, Bones, and Spock are placed right beneath the TOS Enterprise, as if it's a character with them, looking in the same direction as they are.

By some miracle, I was able to fit all of this ju- um, I mean stuff into this bookcase.  From my very early King Kong customization to my Cylon Raider salvage job, it's all here, all mashed in.  Even the Ymir is back out and about.

My modeller's corner, where all of the "mad scientist" stuff can go down, under the watchful scanners of Klingon battlecruisers overhead.  I was glad to find a spot for a.) my cutout Yoda, and b.) my Batman/Superman face cutouts.  That Batman poster is pretty cool, huh?  It features images from the old '60s Batman bubblegum cards.  Also, thank goodness, I was able to hang up my Garcia-Lopez Superman door poster, which I've had since high school.  Old and fragile, it still is awesome and goes with me to every new place.

Lastly, I finally have a sane place to paint.  I was able to use the top drawer as a designated pallete, where I'll keep my glass sheet and knives.  It's just the right height for me (and right next to my old school boombox, which is about to die at any minute).
So now you have a sense of geography of the room, henceforth known as the Fortress of Solitude West Coast Part III.  Let the madness begin!  Lots of things are planned for the year ahead, so drop on by every now and then to see what craziness Jeff has gotten himself into!