MEETING DOODLE: You want studly? ‘Cause he’s bringing the studly, baby!

Lucius had always considered himself quite the chick magnet, but felt his new ponytail really amped up the swoon factor.

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The Weight of Fear

I was recently going through some of my older illustrations, and came across this one I did for the May 2009 In Touch magazine. The article was written by a woman who had struggled with anorexia since she was a child, and how God brought her through it. It’s in a different style than most of my stuff, but I was pretty happy with the final result.

Illustration © In Touch magazine.

Hindered by her hotness

Of course Edwina looks grumpy and tired.

You’d be worn out, too, if you had to struggle as hard as she does to rein in the sexy. If she were to let up for even the briefest moment and a mere fragment of her raw animal magnetism were unleashed, civilization as we know it would be in danger of collapse.

Sweet Dreams

You may not see him, but he’s going to be there.

Tonight.

In your bedroom.

Over in that dark corner.

Just standing there.

Watching you.

And humming 1970s advertising jingles.

Mister Positivity

One thing you can say about good ol’ Theo….he’s always got an upbeat outlook on life. But, hey, who wouldn’t, with snazzy high-ridin’ trousers like those?

Why, that’s downright STIPPLICIOUS!

I was perusing the ‘net for facial expression reference pics, seeking inspiration for a work project I’m doing, when I came across the photo that inspired the above doodle. He ain’t pretty, but he’s definitely interesting, which is a heckuvalot better in my book.

And–since I found him interesting–I, of course, did what anyone would have done in that situation. I stippled the daylights out of him.

Winsor McCay for President!

[Sorry, no doodle for today’s post, just a bit of a rambling fan rave/rant.]

Even stronger than my aforementioned love and respect for the work of George Herriman (Krazy Kat’s kreator), I’d have to say that Winsor McCay is the comic strip artist that evokes the strongest feelings of awestruck admiration/weeping jealousy in me. He, like Herriman, was a master of making the most of a full-page Sunday comics spread…yes, they used to actually have those….and his writing and draftmanship are without equal even today. Oh, and did I mention they were all HAND PAINTED? Too cool for words.

If newspapers still had beauty like this adorning their pages, maybe their readership wouldn’t be plummeting as it is nowadays.

But, then again, maybe it would. McCay, Herriman, and many of their contemporaries actually expected the reader to be able to grasp subtle irony and appreciate surrealism, satire, and the like. Their audiences were also required to spend more than a few seconds reading a comic strip. These were the days when you spent all Sunday afternoon RELAXING (dare I say, taking a day of rest…gasp!) and perusing the newspaper with the whole family.

I mean, SHEESH! Who wants that?? That may lead to such disturbing developments as parent/child bonding and literacy! Forget that! Where’s the remote? I think there’s a NASCAR race on! Yeeeee-harrrrr!