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I scratched this out with the classic/modelling brush in MyPaint.
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Today, for me, is one of those days.
Modified from this original Keep Calm poster.
I stayed up late last night painting this portrait of my Midwestern hacker/artist pal Sigflup Synasloble.
While this started as a simple doodle, I kept wanting to do more with ink and paint effects. I’m really happy with how it all came together in the end.
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A charming and familiar-looking Renaissance lady I digital-painted, with Leonardo’s original open in another window.
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I just scratched this little fellow out while half-listening to a TV show my girlfriend was watching. I don’t know who or what he is, but painting him made me feel a little better.
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We at The Media Show got wind of some dodgy claims by McCormick Spices extolling the supposed health benefits of that pinch of dried plant matter with which you might flavor your food. Weena fights hyperbole with Youtube Poop.
The Media Show - Content Farms and SEO
(or: WTF is all this useless shit in my search results?)
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Last Tuesday I worked as an election inspector, which meant a long shift sitting in the gymnasium of the grade school I attended in the early 1980s. It was a slow election, so I had ample time to look around the place and trip out on nostalgia. I sketched this on my lap in short bursts over the course of the day.
I remember being fascinated as a kid with those basketball nets, specifically the collapsible framework of pipes and cables which held them to the ceiling. At the start of first grade gym class we were usually directed to sit in a group on the floor under one or another of the nets, and they always seemed impossibly huge and heavy hanging above me. I imagined they could fall down and squash me at any moment.
The basketball nets were noticeably less forboding this time around, but still interesting.
Pencil on paper, 8x10”.
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A Media Show quickie: my compatriots and I take on the phenomenon of “stocking.” For those unfamiliar it’s the practice of re-enacting your favorite overused stock photo cliches, like the cool kids over at Stocking Is the New Planking.
It’s a good thing our puppets always keep a few extra wigs stashed about the place for just such an occasion.
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The Fifth of November, 1955
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The scientist hanging a clock,
Who knew on that date,
That fortune and fate,
Would reveal so much more to the Doc.
Doc Brown, Doc Brown, he did invent
Such objects of folly, with good intent,
He tumbled and fell in his lavatory
But soon after took to his lab’ratory
For though he’d been woefully injur’ed
A vision unfurled in his bruis’ed head
Great Scott! Great Scott! From this disaster
Great Scott! Great Scott! The Flux Capac’tor!
And what did he do with it? Build it!
Archival ink on paper, 6x8”.
The original drawing is now owned by a private collector.
I’ve also done a reading of this poem on YouTube.
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This is a quick five-minute doodle of everyone I’ve ever seriously dated, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, in no particular order, for no apparent reason. While some of you who know me might also know one or more of these individuals, I’m not naming names and will not comment on which squiggle is meant to be who (unless you are one of the squiggles, in which case feel free to ask me privately which one you are.)
No idea why I felt the need to get this out of my head and onto pixels, but I do know I’m grateful these individuals will probably never end up gathering in a group like this in real life. I’d be doomed. DOOMED.
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