Wonder Woman

Made on the iPad and referencing this photo to make it http://12barblues.deviantart.com/favourites/#/art/How-Do-They-Do-It-152585976?_sid=382b8b83

A day at the beach

A mind really IS a terrible thing to waste. Obviously

Marilyn Manson sketch

Did a sketch over lunch that turned into Marilyn Manson so colored him up.

iPad comic making

been experimenting a lot with the idea of making a comic 100% via the iPad and I think I am getting pretty close to what I'm after style wise. Below is a sample I made in a few hours time. Ignore the story as its just pure random.

Feelings. Or lack thereof

More zombie wisdom

Zombie shorts

One of my great joy's is collabrative work. Recently my good freind Patrick Ray, an aspiring writer who does some great zombie shorts was inspired (as I hoped he would be) by a sketch I made up. Below is his writings inspired from the image also attached. I hope you enjoy it.

Since I started on the Google Plus thing, I've been blessed to know a bunch of groovy people. People that support the artistic spirit in the spirit of cooperation and collaboration as opposed to competition. Community people. People who engage with the intent to further communication.

Scotty is one of those folks. I enjoy writing but haven't been. Feeling guilty at the same time asking myself why the hell I didn't just sit down and write. It's quite ridiculous.

Scotty whipped up some art and said he hoped it turned into a story. It did. Thanks for the inspiration, Scotty.

+Xix Feng . The last sentence is for you, man. As a shout-out to those about to rock.

The title of this story is "A Day In The Park", inspired by Slack Scotty's digital painting, "Patrick's Last Day".

*

I remember when I lost my life. When they pulled me from the closet, huddled way back into the corner because I was so freaked out by what reality had become. I heard them moaning, shuffling, and staggering down the hallway towards my room. The smell like rotting meat in a garbage can, seeping through the air.

Drops of sweat dripped from my nose. They were closer. I was pretty sure I was about to die screaming.

I was right.

The closet door opened. Their cold, powerful hands grabbed my ankles and started pulling. They moaned louder. Somebody started screaming. I realized it was me. That was when it really sunk in.

It's worse than you think. Your brain can't even begin to fathom what it's like to hear the sound of teeth scraping on your skull. To feel those teeth gnawing at your scalp, chewing the bloody pieces of ragged skin. The pain of teeth biting into your head, trying to get to the juicy bits inside.

Meanwhile, the others were biting mouthfuls of my arms, legs and torso. Wet chewing with lots of slurping and gnashing of teeth, all set to a soundtrack of exquisite pain. I looked down in time to see them finally scrape their way into my stomach, my steaming intestines pulled out and passed around like a tray of hors devours.

The human experience started sliding away. Slow at first but gaining speed. It looked like the rest of the experience but darker, faster. A roller coaster in the sky, plunging into a blanket of night. No stopping. No way to get off the ride. Thrilling in a way. Scary.

*

"Fucked up, eh?" Patrick smiled as he took one last toke. Grinned.

"Well, Ratboy, as realistic as that dream was, I don't want that. I'm not going to die today. You?" Scotty lifted the joint to his lips, inhaled. Eyes on his friend. Assessing.

"Hell no, man. Screw that. I'm not about to get punked by a bunch of undead cannibals. Let's get medieval on their asses."

The two friends finished their warm beers. Scotty flicked the last bit of joint to the ground.

Patrick picked up a stout machete, black goo encrusting the blade. He gave it a couple practice swings. Scotty spun two stout knives in his hands.

"You ready for this?" Scotty asked.

"Hell no. But I'm going to do my damnedest to get off this roller coaster intact. This story isn't over."

They poured over the hillside, moaning and shambling toward the two pals. One last look at one another, a quick nod, and the two rushed forward, weapons held high.

*

Somewhere in the distance, a cannon fired.

Birthday Girl

Zombie Wisdom #6

Zombie Wisdom #5

Love my bike

Wisdom

Age before beauty

Men

Not so tender

Zombie love musings

Deep. Love is deep

Profound zombie musings

Number 1

Bewitched DSC

Todays Daily Sketch Challenge at Outcast Studios.com is Elizabeth Montgomery from Bewitched fame. Using the iPad I began with a photo and via layers started my workup. Today I decided to work on skin tones and blending so I marked with my pen where her skin was shiniest and turned off the photo and started working it up on its own. It turned out pretty good I think but I ran out of time (30 min) so didnt finish the hair. Tossed in a background to make it interesting though. ;)

Original and my workup

Zombie shorts

A long time ago I did up a small doodle toon of a Google + zombie artist named Byron Rempel. Check him and his work out on G+ and here if you dare. Anyways, another fellow named Patrick Ray who does short stories a good deal of the time and favors the undead kind as well, drafted up a great little short based on the aforementioned doodle. Check out the story here

Thanks for visiting and hope you enjoy the read.

Scotty

Klarion the witch boy

Todays DSC at Outcast Studios.com is Klarion the Witch boy. I found an image of a model on the web and took his clothes off, changed his hair, made him blue and so forth. All via my iPad.

The Scarlet Witch

For todays Scarlet Witch DSC. Used this model to make the image. http://fairyqueenxiii.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5tqbzc
iPad, Adobe Idea's, various photo and comic apps. 45 minutes.

 

Punxatawney Phil

For todays DSC over at Outcast Studios.com... went cartoony on this one. Here is the before effects and after effects images. Using iPad.