
OK so attempting to warm up to my digital drawing tools and stay warmed up through practice and experimentation. So here’s three drawings, more to come.

OK so attempting to warm up to my digital drawing tools and stay warmed up through practice and experimentation. So here’s three drawings, more to come.

Here are two of Jon Boam’s five creations that are printed right up there in pages of the Meathaus sketchbook anthology, GO FOR THE GOLD! 4. See more Boam over here and here.

Michael DeForge has been tearing it up, so-to-speak, producing comics to regular streams of zines, webs, and books in addition to his commercial work freelancing for magazines and Adventure Time. His comics machine is finely tuned and oiled, with advanced drawing skills and advanced idea skills that make up the complete cartoonist-package. See more Michael on his blog, here, website.

This Is It Collective has a blog here and a studio space that makes me vibrate with complicated feelings. There is a collection of photos from their films here, and you can watch Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared and Bad Things That Could Happen on their video channel here. Sandy reminded me that their video action needed to be posted here, thanks Sandy.

The Disney animators put all their blobby goo-skills to the test on this short, oily scene from their disowned film, Song of the South. The rest of the movie is otherwise painful or fascinating or painfully fascinating to watch, I’m guessing. I don’t have time to watch it, I’m just here for the good viscosity of the goo-blobs.

Victor sent over a new drawing to share with you, and the following description to add depth to your appreciation:
“I drew this on a piece of shrinky dink plastic at first very determined to keep it really simple, the other you-know-what, and I pooped up big time! El tiempo Gran Dal. Fisrt I had drawn this little Stud muff’McCRUNCHer on a piece of scrap paper in 06 or 07, who cares, liked him so much I never lost him, but I had also drawn him on a shirt in 07 08ish wen=ever, yeah and I wear the self declared fashionable designer of one of a kind artistic tee shirts walkin down the streets, all the cute boys whistle–whhheee-wheeeewwee! Could anyone imagine me wearing the Marylan Monroe white dress that famously got blown uo exposing her legs hips rumpus undergarmoniments? I’m Melting I’m Melting I’m Melting I’m melting , I’m melting!!!!! –that’s just the story of my life thus far, the working man’s Potleaf Digitalis. I’m really bad at impressions. I could use some more intense esoteric inside joking, i loving laughing so hard till I can’t breath, when you can’t stand up. I never had a legit blog, proper, but you know like it’s my time to just go with it girls, and just footloose and fancy free–yeah, top gear there, cuz I take proy’de in me ‘obby.”