Well here's the opening nightmare sequence to Vol. 9 of my graphic novel... hoping to finish it this coming year...
-MC
Showing posts with label from my sketchbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from my sketchbook. Show all posts
Aug 12, 2011
Volume 9 of my graphic novel
Well here's the opening nightmare sequence to Vol. 9 of my graphic novel... hoping to finish it this coming year...
-MC
May 1, 2011
Friday's 15 minute sketch
Every week I try to do a sketch in 15 minutes... here's this last Friday's sketch. Hope you dig it.
-MC
Jan 3, 2011
Aug 12, 2010
Jul 20, 2010
Dancing Dave
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Dave hit the dancefloor with serious intent... but it didn't take him very long to realise that raves were not his thing.(quickie ballpoint sketch.. quickie photoshop treatment)
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Jun 3, 2010
SICK!
This is a rough sketch for an illustration I'm doing for AMA magazine. I may post the color final when it's finished. I'm doing the color art in Illustrator.
Sep 24, 2009
m-m-moleskine!
hello pals!here are two drawings i did on my moleskine in these days! one is about U.S. baseball team (I've seen them at a World Cup game here in Italy) and one is regarding some things I'm searching for or I recently bought on ebay!
hope you enjoy it!
you can see both on my flickr, here and here!
ciao!
Jul 6, 2009
Jun 30, 2009
Hot? NO! Cold!
Here in Bahía Blanca (Argentina) is very cold!
So we want to show this polar bears sketches... (there are no polar bears in Argentina).
www.illustrationgroup.com: children illustration
So we want to show this polar bears sketches... (there are no polar bears in Argentina).
www.illustrationgroup.com: children illustration
Jun 25, 2009
Jun 24, 2009
mooooooleskines!
few of my Moleskine's sketches here, I did these during my travels, when I'm bored or after watching a movies. Hope you dig them!
you can find more sketches in this set.
:-)
Feb 10, 2009
Gumby and a possible date...
This is an older sketch from a few sketchbooks ago. Like Gumby I've been feeling a bit intimidated lately when asking out women. Getting back into the dating world isn't something I really wanted to be doing, however, like everyone else I'd like to be with someone. It ain't easy. So if I make a few mistakes and fumble, know that there is someone much more confident behind that nervous smile.
Haven't we all been there one time or another. I can shake off rejection like a dog shakes off water but that doesn't mean it still doesn't hurt a bit.
Anyway, I hope to get past the Gumby stage soon.
Peace, out!
-MC
Oct 17, 2008
phillies postseason
With The 2008 Philadelphia Phillies headed to their first World Series in fifteen years, I can only think of my father. My father died the day The Phillies won the 1993 National League pennant. This would be the Phillies' first trip to the World Series since their loss to The Baltimore Orioles ten years earlier. He didn't live to see the team that went "from worst to first" — his team— go on to play their hearts out against The Toronto Blue Jays. He didn't get to see the longest game in World Series history, most total runs scored in a single World Series game, and most runs scored by a losing team in a World Series game. He didn't get to hear about the death threats made to Phillies closer Mitch "Wild Thing" Williams. He especially didn't get to see Joe Carter's walk-off home run. I believe that had my father lived, that would have killed him.
My father was the typical Phillies fan. He loved them when they were winning. After a Phillies win, he would smile and pump his fist, proclaiming "All the way, baby! All the way to the World Series." When they were losing, he would snap the TV off in the fifth inning and grumble "Bums! They're bums!"
My father was a simple guy who led a simple life. He was born in 1926 and was raised by his father, a bigot in the truest sense of the word, who my mother called "the dumbest man ever to walk this planet". And by his mother, a stubborn, die-hard, Nixon-loving Republican, who my mother said "was too mean to die". Unfortunately, my mother was right. My grandmother outlived my mother by four years and my father by two. His simple pleasure was watching his Phillies. My father grew up watching and loving the Phillies. He loved to tell the story about how he cut school to go to a Phillies game. He saw a no-hitter and, because he was supposed to be in school, couldn't tell anyone that he was there. Well, my father also liked to make s*** up. It's a great story, but Chick Fraser pitched a no-hitter for the Phillies in 1903 and they didn't have another until Jim Bunning's gem on Father's Day 1964.
My father took my brother to Phillies games at Connie Mack Stadium. My mom and I would stay home and listen to the game on the radio. When I was old enough, my father took all of us to beautiful new Veterans Stadium. My father worked for local supermarket chain Pantry Pride and would get free tickets from his suppliers. My family would usually sit in the Oscar Mayer field box — about ten feet from first base. I remember during one game against The San Francisco Giants, shortstop Chris Spier threw a ball to first about twelve feet over the head of Giants' 6-foot 4-inch firstbaseman Willie McCovey. McCovey looked at Spier in disbelief and my father said to me "He was throwing that ball to you!"
My father cheerfully related stories about Richie Ashburn and the "Whiz Kids" (the 1950 Phillies). He remembered with contempt the Phillies' infamous 1964 ten-game season-ending collapse. Of course, he beamed when Tug McGraw struck out Kansas City's Willie Wilson to win their one and only World Series in 1980.
Sure, the Phils made it to post-season a few more times in the early 80s, but they ultimately suffered some lean years. My father suffered right along with them, cursing them all they way.
I can still picture my father settling down in his chair to watch a Phillies game. He had a Tastykake Chocolate Junior and the biggest f****** glass of chocolate milk you ever saw. To one side there were a few packs of Viceroy cigarettes, which he would run through by the bottom of the third inning. He'd fall asleep by the fifth and wake up in the bottom of the ninth, in time to catch my mom attempting to change the channel. "I was watching that!" he would state indignantly.
Last night, as my wife, my son and I watched the Fightin' Phils stomp the Los Angeles Dodgers right into the ground of Dodgers Stadium, I couldn't help but think of my father. I think my son was channeling my father when he said "I can't believe those b******* are going to the World Series!"
Well, Dad, it's been fifteen years coming.
My father was the typical Phillies fan. He loved them when they were winning. After a Phillies win, he would smile and pump his fist, proclaiming "All the way, baby! All the way to the World Series." When they were losing, he would snap the TV off in the fifth inning and grumble "Bums! They're bums!"
My father was a simple guy who led a simple life. He was born in 1926 and was raised by his father, a bigot in the truest sense of the word, who my mother called "the dumbest man ever to walk this planet". And by his mother, a stubborn, die-hard, Nixon-loving Republican, who my mother said "was too mean to die". Unfortunately, my mother was right. My grandmother outlived my mother by four years and my father by two. His simple pleasure was watching his Phillies. My father grew up watching and loving the Phillies. He loved to tell the story about how he cut school to go to a Phillies game. He saw a no-hitter and, because he was supposed to be in school, couldn't tell anyone that he was there. Well, my father also liked to make s*** up. It's a great story, but Chick Fraser pitched a no-hitter for the Phillies in 1903 and they didn't have another until Jim Bunning's gem on Father's Day 1964.
My father took my brother to Phillies games at Connie Mack Stadium. My mom and I would stay home and listen to the game on the radio. When I was old enough, my father took all of us to beautiful new Veterans Stadium. My father worked for local supermarket chain Pantry Pride and would get free tickets from his suppliers. My family would usually sit in the Oscar Mayer field box — about ten feet from first base. I remember during one game against The San Francisco Giants, shortstop Chris Spier threw a ball to first about twelve feet over the head of Giants' 6-foot 4-inch firstbaseman Willie McCovey. McCovey looked at Spier in disbelief and my father said to me "He was throwing that ball to you!"
My father cheerfully related stories about Richie Ashburn and the "Whiz Kids" (the 1950 Phillies). He remembered with contempt the Phillies' infamous 1964 ten-game season-ending collapse. Of course, he beamed when Tug McGraw struck out Kansas City's Willie Wilson to win their one and only World Series in 1980.
Sure, the Phils made it to post-season a few more times in the early 80s, but they ultimately suffered some lean years. My father suffered right along with them, cursing them all they way.
I can still picture my father settling down in his chair to watch a Phillies game. He had a Tastykake Chocolate Junior and the biggest f****** glass of chocolate milk you ever saw. To one side there were a few packs of Viceroy cigarettes, which he would run through by the bottom of the third inning. He'd fall asleep by the fifth and wake up in the bottom of the ninth, in time to catch my mom attempting to change the channel. "I was watching that!" he would state indignantly.
Last night, as my wife, my son and I watched the Fightin' Phils stomp the Los Angeles Dodgers right into the ground of Dodgers Stadium, I couldn't help but think of my father. I think my son was channeling my father when he said "I can't believe those b******* are going to the World Series!"
Well, Dad, it's been fifteen years coming.
Jul 10, 2008
Movie Madness
A couple sketches from my moleskine: a Heath Ledger inspired Joker and Hellboy.
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Jun 4, 2008
May 1, 2008
First Moleskine
I've been hearing for a long time about the wonders of the moleskine sketchbook, and you know what? It's all true. This little wonder is the perfect size for toting around and seems to generate endless inspiration. These are my first sketches from my new book. Incidentally, the woman on the right is Amy Poehler from Saturday Night Live.
http://www.robotalphabet.com
http://www.markhammerdesigns.com
Apr 21, 2008
yfz
The story of the YFZ (Yearn for Zion) isolated compound in Texas has been front and center in the news for the past few weeks. One of the most intriguing parts of this story is the women of the community. Since the first pictures of the women surfaced, I know I have been fascinated by their appearance. They all seem to share similar characteristics. They are very soft-spoken. They speak slowly, deliberately and monotone. They all have that same calm and far away look in their eyes.
I have seen several television interviews with some of the women, where they were questioned about their plain, solid-colored, pastel dresses and their plain yet elaborately arranged hairstyles. One woman eerily smiled and said their clothes and hairstyles have no significance, that they make their own clothes and they all like to wear long hair.
I read a conflicting explanation. It said: "the dresses are meant to show modesty and conformity. They go down to the ankles and wrists, and are often worn over garments or pants, making sure every possibly provocative inch of skin is covered. The appearance of unity through uniform dress, however, can belie the jealousy that often arises when the women — who might all look alike to an outsider — find themselves in competition with one another over the affections of the same man. The clothing is also stitched with special markings "to protect the body and to remind you of you commitment." The report went on to explain the hairdos, saying "the women never cut their hair because they believe they will use it to wash Christ's feet during the Second Coming. A Biblical quote says a woman's hair should be her crowning glory. "
It brings to mind the Rado/Ragni lyrics....
They'll be ga-ga at the go-go
when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my Mother love me?
Mar 14, 2008
edward hickman & marian parker
"She left her home one morning/For her school not far away./And no one dreamed that danger/Was lurking near that day"
Read the gruesome story of Edward Hickman and Marian Parker HERE.
Read the gruesome story of Edward Hickman and Marian Parker HERE.
Jan 26, 2008
Jan 21, 2008
Drinking Tea, and Drawing People
Here are some drawings I've been doing at the bookstore by my house over the past few months. I try to go once a week and people watch.
Jamie Tucker Illustration
Jamie Tucker Illustration
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