Pilot Razor Point Scribble

Whipped up another scribble on the train on the ride home today. Used a felt tip pen this time instead of the cheapo bic pen used on the last one. It definitely yielded a different look, and not quite the same range of shades/grays.

Maybe I should start doing before and after shots of these...

Something Out of Nothing

This was drawn from a "scribble" that I made in my sketchbook. A scribble, in my eyes, is an act of pure chaotic expression. What I have done with that base is layer and develop something which started with almost no reason, into something more formal, refined and spacial.

As a kid, I scribbled with pencil to paper and found shape and meaning within the randomness, and so I have attempted to do so again, but now with a new perspective and a more critical eye.

...Add a Dash of Photoshop

This is another sketch from a few days ago. It got thrown into Photoshop and I played around in there for a little while. I have only one thing to say... I miss the Wacom. But this didn't turn out half bad, considering I used a mouse.

Grasping at the Infinite

Last Friday I had a day off of work and I got to sketching. This time instead of the more structured blocks, strips and rectalinearities, I got to scribbling and doodling. Soon, the wild scratches of my pen became more gestural, which then became more formal and then reverted back into chaos yet again. What seeped out of me were attempts at graphically representing the shape of the infinite, or at least they started that way...

Yesterday I picked up my copy of "A Thousand Plateaus" by Deleuze & Guattari and started reading where I left off a few weeks ago (I have been gnawing at this book all year. It's dense subject matter leaves me puzzled, bleary-eyed and tired at times, so i don't generally get very far before I put it down again, while at other times it strikes me to my core and weaves threads through my existence). Suffice it to say, the words took on a new meaning on that day, and the essay which started as a manifesto to the 'Body Without Organs', suddenly turned to the nature of shapes, form and the dichotomous relationship between expression and content.

These ideas struck a bit of a nerve with me and I began thinking of my own sketches and art in such a way, as I do seem to have two very differing realms in which I dabble; the swirling free-flowing organic forms [expression] and the carefully articulated and placed geometric forms, shapes and objects [content]. While the lines sometimes blur unintentionally, I think it is important to be aware of these strata at the inherent core of whatever we create. But awareness is the easy part; understanding is an entirely different beast.

Feelin' Buggy

These were a couple quick train sketches from a week or two ago. Thought they were just interesting enough to post here. Who knows, maybe they'll turn into something more refined or even sculptural.

Freebie Blues

While Comic Con was a couple weeks ago already, I still find that i have a sizable pile of crap, swag and miscellaneous handouts to last me until next year. Rather than just pitching all of it, per usual, I decided this year to do something more with it. And so I have! In what is the first of what I expect to be a few pieces, I present this collage. It's mostly formal and acted as sort of a bridge outside of my usual pure abstractions and strip collages. My preliminary sketch is also shown below, and it really turned out quite different. The background initially was going to be entirely covered with strips, but it just seemed a waste to cover ol' Wolverine completely...

More Collage Studies

Here's some more collage studies that I've done over the last couple weeks. One of these days I will stop making studies and start making the actual pieces.