Vidna Obama.

Crabgulls, legend two.

Number two. Also 11x14, also straight to ink. The second specimen had trouble staying together. Third time's a charm.

Crabgulls, legend one.

First prototype in the search for the ultimate beach scavenger. The real thing is done in ink, 11 x 14. Also, for anyone interested, I use ink only; pencils are for chumps. There is likely going to be more of these, stay tuned.

A sex Metal Gear is...

First true 'fanart' print for Fanexpo. It's pretty low contrast, but if you can't see it properly, it's a problem with your monitor. Let me see your booya.

Sketch cards, strike II.

Sketch cards, strike I.

Doing up a mountain of sketch cards to sell/give out at Toronto Fanexpo 2G's+9. Behold, the first few of them.

Part of this complete sentence.

And now, for a taste of things to come; packed with 7 essential nutrients, and part of a good breakfast.

A touch of class, 1997.

Yesterday I was at my parents' house, and in my old room found crates full of ancient sketchbooks dating as far back as age ten. The drawings within said books are almost entirely comic gold to my current self, and so clearly, the only logical thing to do was to cram as many of these books into my bag as I could, that I might scan them and unleash them upon you lucky folk upon my return to Toronto. And that's exactly what I did. Tonight, we'll be focusing on select contents from what I believe was my third sketchbook: 1997, age 12. Specifically, we'll be looking at characters I developed and subsequently believed were awesome and rad. My concepts reach ever more desperately as they go on. Witness.

KAMAL

The dapper gentleman up top I think is supposed to be my answer to Manotec. Clearly an infringement of Killer Instinct's Fulgore (and a name obviously one character removed from Mortal Kombat 3's Kabal), he apparently has a robot skewer that...also functions as a chaingun, or something. Truly, his weaponry is too futuristic for a mere 20something like myself to grasp. Don't fuck with this guy, he'll shoot you in the face with a knife and shit.





X-173

Next up is a robot apparently made of balloons. I'm almost certain I got the idea from a Green Lantern comic I had as at the time, about an unstoppable robot. I assume he has all the powers of your typical unstoppable robot, just...balloonier. Moving on.





Morphix

I'd have adjusted the contrast of this image, but frankly it's almost impossible to see the real thing, too, so we'll chalk my inaction up to the preservation of authenticity. Morphix is a polygonal head on a body of mist...or...ghost, or something. We'll assume by his name that he morphs. I really can't say much else; I didn't even try to draw this one.





Hammer Man

Hammer man was your average bad dude with shades and a 1920's football helmet until a terrible hammer accident left him with two peglegs and a hammer-firing cannon affixed to his upper arm. He's also an excellent tailor. You'll never guess where I got the name.





Blade Guy

There was no title on this one, so let's call him Blade Guy, because 12-year-old me probably would have. With his death mask made of the same balloony substance as X-173's exoskeleton, Blade Guy strikes adversaries with bladey fear. This has got to be a Baraka rehash.





Killer Lollipop

There is absolutely no way I could have possibly found this threatening, even ironically.



As always, you save the best for last.





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No comment. Seriously.

Adventures in mustard.

I really wanted to get into my rant against photographers as artists, but I'm not feeling the magic. Maybe next time. Here's a recent experience I had with a ham sandwich.

I feel like Moses.

Scouring the desert on his kelphorse, the shrimp nomad hunts endlessly for...whatever a shrimp would seek in a desert. The sea, I guess.