More Sketchbook Project, plus new tattoo

My new tattoo, a cover up (in progress). By Greg Hastain.

And now more from my sketchbook (three days remain...)

Sketchbook Project

The Mournful Cry Of Joose

So I've been working on my submission for The Sketchbook Project. Of course, I am slow, and have ten days left, so it's going to be a bit of a struggle to get it mailed in time. A lot of it is going to be pretty embarrassing to submit, but I figure the odds of anyone actually paying much attention to it in a mass of other books are pretty low. These are some of the pages I'm more into.

Centaursaurus Rex

Now What Have I Done With Tinkerbell?

Modified

Two new things, made better:

1) Fantastic new bike. It came with awful stickers all over, because designing great bikes has fuckall to do with decent branding.

After removing the stickers (by way of hairdryer and library card) I replaced the front emblem with a copper elephant, which I made some time ago.

2) I was given a dollar store planner after complaining that my life was too complicated. As you can see, it's ugly and the first few months have already passed.

My solution was to remove the cover and rebind it.

Choosing end papers is always my favorite part of binding. I ended us using a map for this one.

I also used a file folder for the cover, and left one tab on, for reasons of whimsy.

Escalation

I have finally taken some pictures for those of you who were left hanging by my previous post regarding a workplace cartoon feud. I think the war is over now, as Brenna and I have moved on to more ridiculous projects, but these remain hilarious.

Bear trap by B. Zedan.

TNT by me.

The VelociRapture: a work in progress

The four horseraptors of the apocalypse.

This is just the beginning phase of what I hope will be a miniature installation (if I can find an appropriate nook in which to install it). It's based on a very inspiring pun I came up with a few months back. I was going to draw it, but then I figured, "Shit, why not build it?" I am primarily a sculptor, after all.

Of course this sort of thing can quickly digress into Raptor Circus.

hijinks

A couple days ago I was sitting in a cubicle at work, when the tiniest anvil ever fell out of the sky on me. Ok, actually it fell out of the hand of Amanda, who had been put up to it by Brenna.

Of course you know, this means war.











Brenna was on her weekend at the time, so before I took off yesterday I left a tiny (and somewhat janky) paper banana peel on her cubicle floor. I can only hope that this escalates further. As Amanda put it, "Work should be more like a cartoon."

In all seriousness though, if there are two things I love, they are:
A. Anvils
B. Miniatures

Well played, Brenna. Well played.

Halloween h2o (you see what I did there?)

As I may or may not have mentioned, I hate my camera. It is a Canon Power Shot A560, if that is relevant to you. Sometimes I can take decent pictures with it, but apparently nobody else can, which is a problem when I need to appear in said pictures. So, here is a blurry one of my costume, which I will just have to rephotograph using a timer.













I also did this last minute headdress for my roommate's Día de los Muertos costume. Took about 15 minutes.