A rhyme...

...in varying degrees of completion.

Take care.

Walking with the Angels...

...running from the Devil.

SUPER MESSY sketch that I did for Mr. TWulf's (http://twulf.deviantart.com/) sketch trade. I did a sketch of his same character, 99, for him some time ago. At the time I did it, I thought it was pretty awesome. Now, I look at it in shame. Let it be known that I'm a lot better at drawing.

There's only one way to draw her, really. And that's to draw her as a badass. So, I did the most badass thing I could: I put her in heavy metal/biker clothes and added a cello. Her makeup kind of reminds me of Doro and, oddly enough, Perttu Kivilaakso, so I kind of threw the two together.

Uhhhh, what else? No one will ask me to design jewelry for them any time soon. Hands are a little funky. But, whatever! I really like this. It's definitely an improvement on the last one, that's fo' sho!

That cello gave me cancer A MILLION PROBLEMS. It's still really weird. I may do a little more shading and update this later.

The Monsters!

Just something cute from my notebook. A revisited self portrait and all of my bedfellows. Yes, I still sleep with dolls and stuffed animals.

And, in case you're wondering, yes, I also have an imaginary friend.

Take care.

Maskineri

Here he is! Constructed with nothing but Dio-era Black Sabbath playing on my iPod. Then, I turned around too quickly and my iPod fell on the floor and now it's broken and I'm irritable all day. I just got all this Norwegian rock that I wanna listen to...

ANYWAY, this piece is very precious to me for a number of reasons, but the one I'll share with you is this is the first piece I've made that I signed "Allison 1710;" a nickname inspired by my coach. It's who I am.

The final composition was patched together in Photoshop because it's too big for the scanner, so ignore any messy little bits where I tried my best to hide my shame.

Uhhhhh...how did this go? Pencils, spray fixative, acrylic, watercolor, and ink.

Take care.

The Last One...

A proper scan. This is his final stage before getting a thin, THIN coat of sepia washes and probably some splatter texture that I am so fond of.

Love him well!

Take care.

6 Feet Under

Every couple of weeks, I send my parents a hand-written letter. I draw them a picture and say a couple things about my week. The picture usually has something to do with my week, and last Saturday I went to the Dios de los Muertos Festival at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. That space and the people related to it are now my new obsession. Obviously, the photo was taken before I wrote my letter. Yeah, like I'm gonna let you see what I wrote!

The Omen: trucking on. I think he looks absolutely beautiful!

Since this blog is dedicated to The Creative Process (or Some Shit), I thought I'd talk a little bit about how I work. It is rather unconventional and I do not recommend it at all. Usually, us image-makers work at a desk/table, in a chair, sitting up. I don't do any of those. Except sitting up. I've been drawing all my life, and as a result, I've developed these bad work postures. I used to lay down on the floor, or curl up between my bed and the wall. Now, I can't shake the habit. I'm usually scrunched up in a corner (or my closet doorway), hovered over my board, working on my knees. It's not healthy, but I'm very uncomfortable (mentally, because it's definitely uncomfortable physically) working any other way.

Take care!

I can't leave you alone...

...for I love you so.

EVEN THOUGH THE BACKGROUND LOOKS LIKE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. It's always hard to keep going past the beginning stages. Usually, nothing looks good.

Take care.