Monday, May 31, 2010

We interrupt this regularly scheduled programming...

Just finished the last 2 pages of the graphic novel while on the phone with my buddy David! I seriously had to redraw this page about 4 times. Turned out just right. I'm stoked. Now for a few redrawn panels and pages and tighten dialogue up. Hope to have significantly more done by next week at this time.

Art on the Cheap

Just posted some more sketch cards and goodies on ebay, on the uber cheap. Buy some here!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Quick Sketch

Character from the graphic novel sketch here. i was up late last night working on the last story pages which is a 2 page spread. Need to finish this.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Graphic Novel update

It's coming. Got one of the last pages and a half inked last night. It's coming.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My Sketch cards on Ebay...

Hey, posted some sketch cards on Ebay. If interested in any of them, make me an offer. Bid here.

Monday, May 24, 2010


Had to rethumbnail a couple pages and redraw them. Want to finish art this week.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Summit City sketch cards for sale

I've got some left over sketch cards from the con. $10 each + shipping if you're interested: )

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Hey...I Drew That!

Pretty cool, my boss told me today that my art was on the home page of Christianity Today's Website. I looked and sure enough, there it was. I do the portraits for the Village green article monthly.

Bizarre Dream

Last night I had a crazy dream that I was coming home from work during a crazy storm. There was large piles of hale on the ground, and several vehicles just pummeled and abandoned along the road. The most alarming thing was what was being violently hurled out of the sky... vacuum sweepers.

Vacuum sweepers!?!

Vacuum sweepers and hale were being hurled out of the sky and smashing into vehicles, causing mass chaos and destruction.

It was like a Michael Bay Film.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Check it Out...

Plethora of sketch cards I've been working on for the Summit City Comic Con that I will have a booth at this weekend.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Monday Morning Sketches

From time to time during meetings I've been know to do a little sketching. Contrary to what some might assume, this exercise actually helps me to pay attention. It keeps my overly active creative mind occupied and focused, while allowing my rational mind to absorb audibly those things being said around me.

That's why if you look at my meeting drawings, most of them are monsters, as drawing monsters is a default, effortless mental setting for me. Very rarely will you find anything of great challenge, mostly quick monsters, aliens, Luchadors, etc. and zombies.

Lots of zombies.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

The Trinity

Throughout church history there have been two, (probably more) major errors in understanding the Triune God and the relationship between the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

The first being Arianism which would say that Jesus was something less than God, a junior god, but not God...a different substance than the Father.

The second error is commonly referred to as "Modalism." This teaching says that there is but one God who (and here's the key word) "manifests" himself in three different forms or modes, the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Kind of like an actor in a play playing 3 different parts.

This of course presents problems when you come to a passage like Christ praying in the garden of Gethsemane. Modalism would have Jesus's human nature praying to his divine nature.

Historically, the doctrine of the Trinity makes 3 claims.
1. There is one God.
2. The Father is God, the Son is God, and the Holy Spirit is God.
3. The Father, Son and Holy Spirit are distinct persons. There is a subject object relationship between the 3 persons.

One must also distinguish between "being" and "person." Being is a word which speaks of the nature or essence or essential attributes of something. Being is the "what" of something. Person refers to the "who."

Therefore Orthodox Trinitarianism would say that God is one in essence or being and three in person. God is one "what," and three "whos."

Midnight Sketch Cards

I'm up way too late again. Oh well, here's some sketch cards I've inked.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Almost there....

I was up until 1:00 in the morning last night...again, working on the graphic novel. I managed to finish 4 more pages, and I am so almost there with the art! Only about 5 pages left to ink! Usually the adrenaline rush from the previous night's accomplishments carries me through the following day, and I tend to do this more than I ought and by the end of the week I am a grumpy poopy-head.

I'm almost there though!!!

Monday, May 03, 2010

Pride Comes before the Middle Finger

It was the summer of 1988.

If my memory serves me well, I was going into seventh grade which has forever been dubbed my "bad year." There was a big housing edition across the street from me wherein dwelt my little posse of skateboard friends. If I remember right, I was all by myself and it was late afternoon or early evening.

I was skating out in the street kind of off to the side but not as off to the side as I should have been. Suddenly I heard a honk behind me.

Now, one thing interesting as I look back on my skateboard days, is a certain sense of destiny and entitlement we all had. A certain inability to understand that the handrail we were doing board slides on, the curb we were busting ollies off of, or the gap in front of the restaurant, were not there solely for the purpose of our skating on it.

Funny, even now when I go past a nice handrail, set of stairs, curb, gap, etc., I will think to myself or say to my wife, "You know back in the day we would have tried to ollie off that and clear that gap, etc."

So yes, destructive we were, but on an artistic level there was a certain beauty in seeing utilitarian commonplace objects as things to session....sort of like seeing with a third eye I suppose.

Anyway, on this particular occasion, I was just being a punk thinking I owned the street, and that the cars, and utilitarian purpose of the street was subordinated beneath my will to thrash.

Anyways, there was that honk.

I was outraged.

"What in the h*ll!?!" I thought to myself.

Obviously irritated, I turned around and did what any clear minded, logically driven adolescent would do and simultaneously extended my arm, hand and middle finger to whoever it was that dared to interrupt my freedom to thrash unhindered.

It wasn't a split second later that I turned my head to scowl at the arrogant adult who thought they had the right to honk their horn at me. As I did so, my heart dropped into my stomach, my face turned white and I nearly released my bowels.

I had just flipped off a policeman.

I stood there aghast, mouth gaping, unable to believe the events unfolding before me. The policeman pulled over and began walking towards me. He looked huge, and he had a big mustache and a radio thing attached to him and a uniform, and a strut and exerted a godlike sense of authority.

I don't remember the precise contents of the lecture he gave me, but it went something like this:

"Where ya live?"

"Uhhhh over there."

"These streets are for cars and when someone honks at you they're trying to tell you to get out of the way so they don't hit you and kill you. You understand that?"


"Giving the middle finger to anyone, especially adults is extremely disrespectful and you won't do that again. Do you understand son?"


"So you're gonna stay out of the street from now on. You understand?"


The policeman walked away and I stood there, white as a ghost. At this point my interaction from the police officer had drawn something of a crowd. As he walked away, my friends Ryan and Todd were standing there. They came up to me as the policeman was driving away with grins on their faces asking what happened.

I immediately attempted to recapture my composure and breathe again. I said something like, "Dumb cop, honked at me for no reason! He was lame man." I tried to play it off with a smile and fake laugh, all the while all present could see my pale face and my knees still knocking one against the other.

It took me well over an hour to recover from that and even that night as I walked home to my parents' house, I had this weird, yucky feeling in my gut. How do you talk casually to Mom and Dad about what you've been up to after you just got in trouble for GIVING A COP THE MIDDLE FINGER!?!

I have never given a cop the middle finger since.