Pen on paper, color-tint in Adobe Photoshop ~ 65 minutes
Hit the lights. Somethings moving out there...
MAXIMILLIAN RILKE holds his breath. His brother GREGOR RILKE stands at his side, listening. They stare into the darkness beyond the doorwar and hear night sounds. MAXIMILLIAN is loosly gripping a shotgun by the base of its barrel, the stock resting on his hip.
It’s nothing. We should...
Hush. Listen again.
MAXIMILLIAN shifts his feet in the snow, getting cold. Being a good brother, he closes his eyes and listens. His eyes pop open at a sharp sound from nearby, like paper being torn from a book. He licks his lips and slowly unhinges the shotgun barrell, exposing the chamber. Reaching into his coat pocket for shells, he feels his brother’s hand on his arm.
Too late for that.
GREGOR nods into the darkness. MAXIMILLIAN squints his eyes and sees a splash of light on the old Model-T next to the barn. It grows, and with it a look of dread darkens MAXIMILLIAN’s face.
Pen on paper ~ 35 minutes
Graphite sketch with Adobe Photoshop colors ~ 250 minutes
The girl with the shock of white hair checks her watch again...
PERELIA QUINN fidgets, waiting for her mark. Capella Block’s residents rush around her, snaking between stacks of garbage and freestanding utility pylons. Craning her neck she can see the wide mouth of the West vehicle entrance. A single-carry takes the corner too fast, it’s rimless wheels chirping across the pavement. It slams to a stop in front of a noodle-shop, and the driver tumbles out into the street. Pretending to yawn, PERELIA raises a wired microphone to her lips, concealed neatly in her palm.
He’s back. He’s had more to drink.
You don’t say? How’s that poor bastard even standing?
The man in the street turns sharply and tumbles over his own feet. Falling to his knees he lets out a viscous curse before lurching upright again.
He’s not, really. What do you want me to do?
Sober him up. The quick way.
More zombie / mummy gals with lightbulbs in their heads. It’s kinda my jam ~ 100 minutes
I need some new pens. These are getting a bit rough to deal with ~ 50 minutes
Hey there muscly arms ~ 40 minutes
Squid monster handler ~ 45 minutes
I like these two. Strong / silent types. Ink ~ 100 minutes
Notes and sketches from a few talks I attended this spring. I also blew past my 31st birthday, as that fancy gentleman below mentions.
I like the robot man with the sweet mullet – I used a very skinny ink pen (.005) that almost immediately started leaking all over the place when I sat down to wait for Citizen Kane to start at our local historical theatre. Also it was brand new, I have no backup, and so I’ll be drawing with graphite tomorrow to see if I can capture a similar look. ~ 60 minutes
Some moleskine sketchup I started earlier this month. ~ 80 minutes
Graphite and Photoshop ~ 250 minutes