I had mentioned recently that I expected a chunk of my time this year to be caught up in drawing a graphic novel.
That time has been freed up. The writer and I have, amicably, agreed to abandon the project due to that old standby – creative differences. We were both enthusiastic about the story but, unfortunately, we were enthusiastic about different, and incompatible, versions of the story. So he’s keeping his story, perhaps to have another artist illustrate, and I’m keeping my character designs.
And since I like posting stuff on this weblog I’m showing those designs to you. Today’s post is the initial character designs. I did a number of preliminary sketches prior to these where I worked to distill the characters into individuals that I could draw multiple times from multiple angles. The uniforms that these folks are wearing didn’t survive this stage. The chest pockets looked okay on the guys but terrible on the women.
The eggs probably aren’t safe to eat. Or pick up. Or get close to. Better call a hazardous waste disposal team. Or the bomb squad.
Behold Fluffy, the Easter Bunny from Hell!. I did this drawing some thirty plus years ago and gave it to a friend. Last year she sent me this photo of it and I had to laugh. I’ve forgotten a lot of the drawings I’ve done but this one has stayed in my memory. It was nice to find out that it still existed.
And if the drawing is still out there, so is Fluffy himself. He just needs more children to see him and believe. The more children who believe, the more children he can visit. Fluffy doesn’t believe in good children or bad children. He hides goodies for them all. And if they’re really lucky, they’ll never find them.
The world may have ended and civilization may be in ruins but that’s no reason to dress in rags. You’ve got to have style even in the last of times.
I’ve given away a lot of my drawings over the years. Friends will kid me that they are hanging onto them until I become rich and famous. Then they can cash out. Silly people. I’m pretty sure I was never on a path to fame, much less fortune.
Recently one of my more sensible friends sent me photos of some of my drawings from back in the day – the “day” being some thirty years back – sometime in Eighties, a time of big shoulder pads and nuclear holocaust. She said that she was reducing her possessions in advance of a move and some of the drawings were going to get reduced along with the rest of the stuff.
I’m fine with that.
The work I did before the Nineties has life and energy but a poor awareness of anatomy. I thought it would be fun to do new versions of some of the characters in those old drawings.I thought the two fellows above looked like they’d be good traveling companions so I worked up an illustration that featured them both.
I just noticed that the big mutant is lacking the earrings I gave his original. Aw well, I haven’t worn my earrings in years either.
It’s a long long way between planets. It’s an even longer distance between stars.
The being in this illustration had no interest in posing for a portrait. It had things to do and places to be. A more revealing look at its species can be found here.
The original Milpitas Monster didn’t kill anyone. It primarily ate garbage. It did threaten the lives of a few people but it didn’t eat anyone. Silly monster. Humans are delicious.
THE MILPITAS MONSTER premiered on May 21st, 1976. The film tells the story of a giant monster, born from the local landfill (garbage dump), who terrorizes a small city in Northern California. It’s the best giant monster movie made by a high school class that I’ve ever seen. No, I haven’t seen any others. It still has its charms. And I do enjoy the concept regardless of how well some of it was executed.
I’ve done a couple of different versions of this critter before – here and here. I will probably do a few more in the years to come.
New day. New sights. New smells. New winds. New dirt beneath the roots.