Crowd Surfing

 

Crowd control is an interesting problem. Complex pieces have to be handled as fractals, more or less, applying the same compositional thought to each portion while monitoring the whole. Still, managing complex imagery is necessary for convincing world building. It's easy to tell when someone's gone through conniptions to avoid acknowledging their setting. I'll be doing some more complex studies for a while to see about tackling the issue.

For those who are wondering about how Archetype is actually coming alone (and for those aren't, but are compelled unreasonably to finish reading to the end of sentences), I'm pleased to say I'm working pretty steadily on a draft of the first volume. Having huge stockpiles of even the most trivial data on the story is proving rather helpful. Characters and settings can volunteer solutions of their own accord. 

Diversionary Tactics.

Honestly, I think that robot would hit its own antenna every time it fires its old-timey revolver. Still, I hear the NRA is interested in further development.
Been trying to replace that self-portrait in the upper corner for a while now. This is about as good it's gettin', folks.
Virot, like Hitchcock, prefers to stand in slightly aloof profile.
Toot.
The one on the left was drawn a meager fifteen seconds before the one on the right. During that brief moment, all my volumes went to pot.
Drawing my left hand is much easier than drawing my right.
Whenever my paintings get particularly complex, my sketches tend to get pretty simple.
Using Staedler Calligraph Pen here. Rather like the hair.
My London Guide, an English Professor, called this 'interesting.' She pronounced the quotation marks. I think she just wishes she had a robot.

Final Fourteen

Angnor-ance and the Doomsday Clock.

I did these, like, a long time ago, but they needed some help. 

 

The first three are from my cryptically named, oddly violent, and sporadically verbomaniacal "children's" book "The Knights of Angnor." It's about trolls, knights, bridges, ferrets, and the upside of deforestation.

 

The last is a black and white take on the Man, Woman, Bird, Dog, and Banana in a room assignment, which is about exactly what you would think. I have no idea what the story actually is in this scene. I just know that he hates that fire so, so much.

 

In other news, it's four days until the Senior Show, which promises to be a tapestry thrillingly interwoven with failure and delight. With almost four years over, it's time to take stock. And print. One must always be printing.