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Throat-clearing doodle (Digital, 2015)
The Surfer (Rollerball pen and pencil crayon, 1986 (age 11)) Long time, no post. Sorry to get your hopes up that I may have abandoned this project. Anyway, this is from an era when I evidently thought surfboards had wheels. I never said I was Einstein.
The Monster Show By Svitch Pictures, Episode 6 - “Bunga” Our first episode after a ten-month hiatus. I can't promise it was worth the wait, but it has a few jokes and stylistic things I'm proud of. One poster at the Lost Marble forum said that the length (9 minutes) seemed gratuitous at the outset but wound up not being an issue at all. Calling it well-paced is the best compliment we can get, I think.
The Life of Rufus (Mixed media, 1988 (age 13)) Rufus is a monkey puppet I got for Christmas in 1983. I really did want to make a movie about him; I believe I intended to have him crash-land on Earth in an asteroid, hence the destroyed billboard. Then he would go on the run, armed with my old cap guns. The rotund background silhouette probably belongs to credited co-director Jason Moss, star of the aforementioned Outback. He is, if I’m not mistaken, the only friend I never argued with, though we drifted apart in high school. He was a real character, a guy who added “l”s to swear words so he could get away with saying them in class. In including his name on this poster, I’m mostly looking for someone to share the embarrassment.
Ron M. (Digital, 2014) Apropos of nothing, challenged myself to draw Ronald McDonald from memory in under 5 minutes. This is what came out.
Untitled (Acrylic, 1994 (age 19)) I've done my share of discount surrealism but this is my only earnest attempt at an abstract painting. I hate it. I admire anyone who can paint without making explicit visual reference to something--deep down, I'm just a caricaturist. If that.
This one's laughably bad in real life.
Tyggy: Master of Stuff (Rollerball pen, 1988 (age 13)) Tyggy was a stuffed animal I won--or more likely my dad won on my behalf--at the CNE. He didn't come with Chuck Taylors or dynamite or knives but I think we've established that tasteful portraiture wasn't my thing. I love the orange ear, because I can actually hear my thought process. It goes something like: Gee, that's going to use up a lot of orange, and my arm will probably get tired. I'll wait 'til I find a fatter marker.
Untitled (Pencil, 1986 (age 11)) Another instance of that brick halftone. I keep wondering who physically wrote that into the word balloon--it's definitely not my handwriting--and whether the joke was theirs, too. In fact, I'm skeptical that I even drew the balloon itself: mine were round, always.
Not Loud Enough! (Rollerball pen, 1987 (age 12)) Why is there sound coming out of the speakers (as indicated by those furry lines) if he's listening with headphones? And that "Sony"--what a brand slut I was.
Manipulation (Oil on canvas, 1993 (age 18)) LOL, that title; what a gloomy little bastard I was. This is actually a marionette that used to hang on the wall of my brother's bedroom, though its eyes were open and it smiled. This is to date my only oil painting. I actually like oil as a medium, but hate the high-maintenance of the paint. I don't think I achieved anything with this, other than pure cheese.
Untitled (Rollerball pen, 1988 (age 13)) Did I notice back then how pretty gay this is? Probably not. Amazing. And again with the Rambo.
Untitled (Dip pen, 1985 (age 10)) I remember talking my parents into buying me a sheet of halftone paper because my cartooning-class instructor said that's what they used in big-league comic strips. I applied it to this dedicately unfunny drawing and maybe one or two others before surrendering: It was too big a nuisance for a 10-year-old, because it had to be cut with an xacto knife and placed delicately, like any adhesive. Also, the brick pattern never looked right to me--were they out of the dots, I wonder.
Whacko Perspective of the Toronto Art Sale (Mixed media, 1991 (age 16)) I have alarmingly little memory of drawing this or its intended purpose. I love that I threw Elvis in there. What I do recall, now that I think about it, is that the teacher was pleased with the amount of detail that went into the art pile but felt I'd half-assed the rest of it. (I sure did, but this was, for me, an unwieldy piece, measuring something like 10"x18".) He may have even hated that weird horizon line--I know I do.
Untitled (Rollerball and calligraphy pen, 1988 (age 13)) Well, okay, if, you, say, so.
First Dud|Bimbo: First Dud, Part II (Pencil, marker, and typewriter, 1986 (age 11)) More Rambo spoofery; that iconography just got into my bloodstream in the '80s, what can I say? The quotes--the second one, at least--are from the trailer for Hardbodies, because when you're 11 you look for proven laughs. Sometimes I wonder where I found the time and, especially, the wherewithal to draw all this crap.
Lidrium's Quest (Rollerball pen and marker, 1988 (age 13)) Another D&D module that never was, this one from what I'm calling my Bernie Wrightson phase.
Page 3 of "Tube" Magazine (Rollerball pen, 1987 (age 12)) The only surviving page of the aforementioned Back to School parody, as far as I can tell/thank goodness.