Inktober XXIV

I can’t for the life of me recollect Eliza Rickman’s face, but I remember that scene from the Pretty Little Head music video. I guess that’s gonna be my dizzy. I ought to buy more data and watch the video.

Inktober XXIII

For the record, it’s weird as hell that juvenile vultures look old as fuck. This is really just me testing to see if I can erase the non-photo blue penciling I did after it’s covered with an ink wash or not. Gotta wait till it dries, but we’ll see.

Inktober XXII

Apparently there’s drawing prompts associated with each day of Inktober? Lame.

So today is “Ghost”. There’s a couple photos floating around on the web, search Krokodile and wade through the mess to find them, you’ll know. A couple photos of this woman who’s missing the half of her face. It’s arresting. You can see the light on her sphenoid bone and the zygomatic arch is open where one entire eye is gone. She’s probably dead now, so Ghost applies I think. Beauty might be more explicit though. And I don’t mean in some degenerate death-and-decay-is-beauty way. No. Never. I mean it in that life, is staggering and terrible in it’s beauty. Here’s this woman, bones of the maxilla and mandible exposed, alive, standing and posing. Tenacious, and beautiful. Yellow bone, sores, and pink living tissue together. They show these Cloverfield-Alien-vs-Predator movies and I think no, we are so much better than all of that. In any case, sparse clean lines seem appropriate.

Boring

I don’t know why I thought the back of a couple suits heads in an elevator might be fun. No, I did. I figured I could make a narrative, like hey these dudes are going to CORPSEMOUTH™! That’ll be fun. Nope, boring.

Inktober Day Nineteen

If I could only draw one thing for the rest of time, I’d be okay with that one thing being my askew lil’ portraits of randos who have photos of themselves floating around out there.

It might be a bad sign that I make them all slightly crazier than they, well…