Tuesday, September 30, 2008

SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY unholy tree Tee

here's the end product for the new SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY tee design. I cranked this mother out in three days, because they had a wednessday (tomorrow morning) deadline to meet.

And you know workhorse is always up for those unreachable, completely insane work deadlines!

I thought of this idea while watching sleepy hollow and paging through my new Albrecht Durer art book I got. A tree that bears nothing but rotten fruit - an evil bursts forth from it's guts from an ancient dimension where chaos reigns supreme. If you ate whatever this tree bore, it would probably taste like eating a whole bag full of maggots with ranch dressing sprinkled on top - Maybe with a hint of a pepporoni/sewage water after taste


Monday, September 29, 2008

modern prometheus


Here's a work in progress that I work on every chance I get some time to myself, which - unfortunately hasn't been that often as of late. I have been mega into classic, old skool monsters as of late and am working on a whole series of um' to send out around halloween as leave behinds, post cards, send outs - all that professional jazz. I'll post up the final, all inked all colored version a dis when itz all done

So here's Frankenstein in all his sewn together, horrid corpse of a body glory. A pretty big misconception in the original Mary Shelly story is that the Victor Frankenstein's monster is named "Frankenstein" - when, in reality, it's creator never gave his abhorred, wretched creation an actual name. As soon as it sprang to life, Victor was stricken with illness that forced him to be bed ridden for months, and only occasionally did he awake, hot and wet with fever, to catch glimpses of the monster in his maddening fever. Forever plagued by guilt, Frankenstein escapes only to spite his creator the rest of his mortal life - wishing only to be treated as a human being. Frankenstein somewhat embodies the idea of "original man" - as Mary Shelly states that in a twisted, modern way the monster is "adam", who is innately "good" - and only commits evil deeds out of the evil of society and circumstance. But - like most tragic stories, Frankenstein is driven to commit murder and acts of atrocity out of a longing to be loved by his misguided and weak master - a flawed perfection from a flawed genius. 
I have ALWAYS loved Frankenstein since I was a kid - I used to have this Ghost Busters toy that when you squeezed its legs, the big green Prometheus would raise its arms zombie style and his mouth would fly open revealing bright 90s colored purple gums and rotten yellow teeth. A fond memory of ancient kid-dom is also playing regular nintendo with my little brother - playing the game "monsters in my pocket". You could be either Nosferatu or "the Monster", which was Frankenstein. Mad props to the 80s design team that decided to use the character in the right context of the original story. 
Maybe I love Frankenstein because he's a huge, 8 foot tall animated corpse with the strength of twenty men, nasty - rotten hair and sewn together limbs. Maybe I love the monster because he makes me remember how rad the game Monster In My Pocket was, and Ghostbusters, and bein a kid with my brother and laughing and drinking a ton of cherry coke on a Saturday afternoon. 
Or maybe - I love Frankenstein because I love the humanity of the story. A creature so ugly, so powerful and so vile, putrid and disgusting - brought to life against its will with a miss mash of other people's body parts.  A hulking behemoth of dead flesh and rotting, never to heal wounds and sores - and the only thing the monster ever craved was a lover. At one point in the story, the monster begs Victor Frankenstein to create a woman for him - molded in his same image so the monster could escape forever, and leave behind the world of man and live his, perhaps immortal (because Frankenstein's monster is in itself already dead) life in some ancient, self made "garden of eden" with a equally unloveable and horrid partner. 

what can I say, I get moved when I read about re-animated corpse love as a literary allusion to the story of adam and eve. Call me a hopeless romantic 

"Did I request thee, Maker from my clay
To mould Me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?"
Milton, Paradise Lost



I have the power of a thousand suns! (and can finally start my DJ business)

here's a sneak peek at the new SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY tee I just started. they needed a big, fat, entire tee print - and the only limitations is that it needed to be big and evil (but with no upside crosses, which was a suggestion I drunkingly declared/made when I got the job). 

basically a big, hulking haunted tree with the depths of hell pouring from within'.  And everyone knows evil is always manifested with huge tentacles and lots of eyeballs. 



Thursday, September 25, 2008

blood and thunder



here's the first thing I drew when I got back from cali - inspired by starting to read the classic Moby Dick. I spent a few days on this mother - and did everything with a 005 micron (mostly). I really dig doing super over detailed black and white pen and ink stuff - and this is sort of sitting in hiatus until I get some time to color it. 

here's a couple views of the white whale, both full body and head and tail. or in nautical terms, I think it's called the head and tail

soon this behemoth will be splashed with colors most foul 

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

the future of metal

remember the haunted couch I posted? 
here's his best friend - young metalhead Ralphie. 

so young and yet so advanced beyond his peers, armed with the righteousness of metal

Monday, September 22, 2008

the ace of spades

here's a page straight out of my notebook for "advanced rhetoric" - a page of which is a culmination of about 6 hours of class time and I took maybe... three sentences of notes and instead drew the most vile of vile, wretched lich king of metal himself: Motorhead frontman, Lemy Killmeister

I got inspired to waste valuble learning experience when this super hilarious dude, who sits in front me of me overheard me saying that I was gonna try and scrounge 20 bucks together to go see motorhead live. Jared, who is also humbly a righteous metal follower says "what is motor head gonna do? play 80 different variations of ace of spades?"

Even if the mighty metal militia that is motorhead decided to play only ace of spades for the entire concert - I'd probably still go. and it would probably still rule

Sunday, September 21, 2008

A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy



I have been so into Star Wars lately, I've been watchin  New Hope, Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi hecka much. I've been mega under the weather lately, so I've been sleeping much more than I normally do - and hacking up fat, horrible masses of phlegm more than I normally do too. 

So for today's post - in celebration of lounging, bein about as healthy as general grievous after smokin a whole case of parliments, layin around loving all the stuff that made up my childhood - I drew up chewy and colored it in prisma markers. I also took some pics of my lair so all my viewers at home could get a sense of the awesome stuff your favorite cigar chompin, Michiganian anti-hero, WORKHORSE is into. The middle pic is where I spent most of my days, which serves as both my work desk and computer desk. The bottom snapshot is of the back half of my room where my comic book collection grows and spreads across my room like the black plague did europe. 

Here's hopin I can find that jedi strength to push through this unholy sickness that has plagued me for the last f'n week. 

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Python Island




awhile back, my main man adam "swayze" niemara and me drank almost a whole case of mountain dew at about 1 am and started trying to think of the dumbest comic book characters possible, but then we started really liking the idea. Ziggy Python (or, I guess his name recently changed to Python Island) is a fresh vietnam vet who carries the weight of the world, Ragnarok, in his tattoos - which are two huge snakes that wrap around his ribs devouring the roots of a desert scene. 

He also has a buddy who acts as the "sin eater" for his ancient and nomadic native american tribe, and he owes a blood debt to Python. This stoic dude was more my idea, and Python is an Adam creation. His name is simply Dan - and he chain smokes those marlboro reds till his lungs are filled with pure, american blackness: his only vice. 

Python Island is pretty much the raddest dude on planet earth, shooting first and then never asking questions later. Think of the horror and insanity of the bleakness of the desert, scorched land and putrid, dry wastelands of nothing but red rock. 

And also think mad babes - lots and lots of babes

Friday, September 19, 2008

blockoid wearin a ZAO tee


me and my buddy Tom got down on a jam over at conceptart.org - and the catabgory was "toothy drooling freak with veiny arms" and here is the abomination that was born. 


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

never ending winter!


here's a sketch of my buddy kyle, 
done mad late one night after watching the movie Wizards, which actually has nothing to do with the inspiration of why I drew this or anything, I just happened to watch it because that movie rulz. 

he doesn't normally wear a paper bag with angry eyes over his head, but - I guess he does today


fresh ink


hey kiddies, 
finished up my sleeve yesterday. 
mad props to Shaun Heath over at Mos Eisley's



Tuesday, September 16, 2008

haunted couch


workin on character designs to have up in my portfolio for nickelodeon. I have character turn arounds for this evil couch, I'll post more once they get all colored and lookin all dipped in butter and shieet

Monday, September 15, 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008

phantom limb


after the fashion show at founders, I was feelin ripe with the nectar of the gods and slithered my way on back to my friends house where I threw on some Pig Destroyer and let those prisma markers bleed their blackness onto some bristol.  


straight UP?



got down on late night prisma marker sketches with my buddy Adam and his buddy from Detroit, SP. 
SP is probably one of the coolest/funniest dudes on planet earf - i wish I could hang with him more.  

"heey dawg.. lemme' tell you, i LOVE zombies." 

"yo dude I just bought a scanner... SP went DIGITAL!"



Saturday, September 13, 2008

who lives in a pineapple under the sea?


I'm back in Michigan after one of the raddest summer's of my life.
I spent the summer as an intern on Sponge Bob Square Pants, and couldn't have had a better time. The studio at nick is one of the coolese places to be, and I can only hope to get paid to draw cartoons for a living some day.

Here's to hoping that eating 7-8 bowls of coa-coa puffs and waking up at 5 am on saturdays pays off so I can say someday that it was all "research"

NICKELODEON RULZ!

a monster that drinks all the oceans and burns all the trees


my buddy Adam "Swayze" Niemara and I got down on a colab project a week or so back, trading a piece of bristol back and forth for every 30 minutes or so. Here's the unholy abomination that spewed forth from a night of slamming mountain dew and listening to a hella ton of inde music (and a few metal tracks, thrown in just for yours truly).

better bust out them malibu shades kiddies - this shieet got mad colorful! probably woulda made joseph and his technicolor coat take a dump in his technicolor pants. the brain alien shooting blue lightning from its eyeballs was probably the funnest part to do (and the most awesome)

HUNAB KU eyeball monster

THIS OR THE APOCALYPSE vulture tee

under the gun review deadman's tee

outer space couch monsters thrashin' the rings of saturn from dimension X!

BACK to attack on this blog! New layout, new art, new exciting battles won and lives destroyed by the growing plague cloud that is known only as.. WORKHORSE!