Tuesday, 7 December 2010

The main function of the narrative illustrator is to represent, interpret, and heighten the meaning of a selected passage of text (in a complementary way) by means of pictures, with the aim of contributing to the reader's appreciation of the narrative. This usually involves consideration of the setting of place and time and the nature and action of the characters who take part in the story. Pictorial narratives may, of course, dispense with words. My talk today will mainly touch on various elements of narrative illustration and what we often have to consider when we are illustrating texts.


Ganked from http://www.fulltable.com/vts/n/ni/n.htm

Jus' doing a bit of reading.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Charlie The Choo Choo!



Although Blaine seems to be a sentient train, he is really much more, a "ghost in the machine", the artificial intelligence that resides in Lud's mammoth underground computer systems. Over time, as the world has moved on and the computer system slowly breaks down, Blaine becomes more and more deranged.
The crashed blue mono seen from the Send bridge is revealed to have been named Patricia, apparently possessed of a separate sub-personality within the Lud computer. The Patricia personality lapsed into a depression, and could not stop crying. Blaine "liberated" her by removing certain blocks in her programming, and once freed, she committed suicide, derailing herself in the river. It is a sign of Blaine's cruel personality that he finds this amusing.

Ripped shamelessly from Wikipedia.

"... and I will be a happy choo-choo train until the day I die."

the picture I want of Charlie The Choo Choo won't load....uuurgghghghg
 The most iconic Dark Tower image, Roland Deschain sitting on the beach of mid world, with the ever elusive tower in the distance.  Something interesting could be done with the depth of this picture... layering stuff would be neat.
Lovely lovely Dave Mckean


Darrel Anderson illustrations from the 6th book.  Really nice, fractured images.  The perspective on the tower is nice... needs moar 3D

This is so so horrible, this is my anti-inspiration.  Avoid doing stuff that looks this awful at all costs.  Ughghghghghghghghhhh...Sorry Ned Dameron I just.... why is Roland so golden and ... ripped?


He's an old mannn >:C

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson died yesterday.


Coil are dead.

I'm devastated.



Wednesday, 24 November 2010



LUD LUD LUD LUD

Focussing on 2 books from The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King for my Narrative unit.  They're two books that hold a lot of interest for me [they're my favourite of the series]  

the books I'm looking at are:  "The Drawing Of The Three"  and "The Wasteland"  they are consecutive in the series, following on from "The gunslinger"

Points of particular interest in the books are as follows:

- Roland being attacked by the Lobstrosities on the beach
- Roland encountering three doors on his journey:
1. Eddie Dean's door, a heroin addict smuggling drugs on an aeroplane.
2. The Door to Odetta/Detta/Susannah Holmes [The Lady Of The Shadows]  a Wheelchair bound black civil rights activist with a split personality disorder.
3. Instead of revealing a new companion, the third door (labeled "The Pusher") instead reveals a new adversary for Roland: Jack Mort, a sociopath who takessadistic pleasure in injuring and killing random strangers — and the man responsible for the head trauma that created Odetta Walker's alternate personality, the loss of Odetta/Detta's legs, and the death of Jake Chambers. Mort's murder of Jake led to Jake's appearance in The Gunslinger.  


I have decided to leave out the first book, and in turn, Jakes initial introduction to the story, to emphasize the schizming of reality that Roland experiences after Jake is once again killed and returned back to his initial level of reality/the tower
These scenes are all from "The Drawing Of The Three."

 - Roland, Susannah and Eddie encounter Shardik, the giant thousand year old mechanical bear guardian of the beam.

- The schisming of the memory of Jake chambers, who died and also did not die because of Roland's actions, both the boy and roland experience this.

- Roland burns the man in black's jawbone

- Jake, in a schizophrenic panic, runs away from school, buys a book called "Charlie the ChooChoo" [a reference of what is to come later in the book] and discovers a way back to Roland's world through an old abandoned house - They are finally reunited.

-  The group befriend a creature called a Billy Bumbler, the creature is particularly fond of Jake, the creature joins the group [he is called Oy]

-  The group come to river crossing, a town full of only old people.  The last generation of a dying town.  Roland receives a silver cross

-  The Ka-tet arrive at Lud a ravaged city.  they are attacked by one of the last inhabitants of the city, Gasher.  He kidnaps Jake.  Every day at a certain time the drum beat to Velcro Fly by ZZ Top plays over the city's speaker system,  one of the remaining inhabitants of the town is crucified on a lamp post at that time.

- After rescuing Jake, the Ka-tet board a still functioning train equipped with an onboard AI personality.  after years in isolation, Blaine has gone mad.

- the ka tet arrive at another ruined town, referencing The Stand.


 
Key themes/imagery in the books include:  Roses, The tower, guns, intertextual references to popular culture and other books, alternate realities, parallel dimensions, DOORS  
                                                                      

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

I found my graphics tablet pen!

Fuck yeahhhhhhhhh

 
I love you, Mijumaru.

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Ritual

I start every morning with the extended instrumentals from Pee Wee's big adventure.

Without

Fail

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Saturday, 13 November 2010

fffffinished and handed in my final images, hooray.  I ended up doing them all in just pencil, because I panicked and I pussied out of doing colour >:C  So much wasted time with the watercolours, urrgghghghghghghghhh





YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thursday, 11 November 2010

I just spent far too much money on a vintage Faith No More poster of this picture.  No shame, no shame whatsoever.

 It's all about Billy Gould's repulsive gut.

B)

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Sunday, 7 November 2010

http://www.pileup.com/babyart/_top.htm


SO DELICIOUS, OH MY GODDDDD!  I wish I could paint as wonderfully as this, it hurts me so much.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Christ I am truly truly terrible at updating this thing. My work for interpretation of text is going ... ish. Did lots of research and re-read Dorian Gray [Albeit speedreading, but whatever] After my last post I've been mainly compiling relevant research/images for my illustrations. Of which I have thus far completed only one. here's the sketch as I've not edited the coloured version yet:




Sybil Vane, after her suicide. I read that there are a lot of parallels between Sybil and Ophelia from Hamlet. I took advantage of this and looked at a lot of paintings of Ophelia, particularly "Ophelia" by John Everett Millais. I noticed the flowers strewn in the water about Ophelia and thought to incorporate them into Sybil's dressing room. Yellow roses are mentioned at the beginning of the book so I thought it best to add them in too. There's a lot of negative space in the sketch that I'll fill with relevant quotations from the book. wheeeee!

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

John Everett Millais, Ophelia (1851-1852)

So Sybil Vayne is often paralleled with Ophelia from Hamlet.  This is super useful to know when it comes to my illustration of Sybil after her suicide.  

Friday, 29 October 2010


 

 train sketches, trying to plan out the composition of the scene in which Dorian stabs Basil.  All ungentlemanly, like.  All i could think about when I was sketching this was that bit in screenwipe where charlie brooker's all like: And he'll knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you!

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Did a quick sketch on the train, trying to work out how I want sybil Vayne to be laying. I like this kinda stretched out, vulnerable pose.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Before I decided between doing Arabian Nights and Dorian Gray,  I had already begun looking at the illustrations of Yoshitaka Amano, I knew of him primarily because of his illustrations for the Final Fantasy series of video games, but then, so does everyone else.  I tend to avoid most Japanese illustrators because of the stigma weeaboos have shat all over everything to do with Japan, but PAH! I say, his illustrations are beautiful.  AND HE USES COLOUR! ACTUAL COLOUR!




Thursday, 21 October 2010

Gosh, Arthur Rackham is neat, I wish I could illustrate as wonderfully as he did one day.  I relly love the muted, limited colours he uses in his illustrations, but he still manages to make the images look rich and detailed.  Nom nom nom nom.     Some favourites:
 

I cannot draw anything today so I thought I'd start compiling research/inspiration images for my six final illustrations.

I saw "Metropolis" the other day and the main character, Freder [Gustav Frolich] is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen.  I thought he would be an ideal person to base my illustrations of Dorian Gray on.   










Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Initial sketches of doriaaaaaan.  Getting his face right is going to be harrrd.  I'm super picky.  And I want him to always look a little smug even before he starts turning into a bastard.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Sleep things

Still waiting for that early night. At what point does a late night turn into an early morning? Perhaps this is all just a really pre-emptive early morning. So much so that it happens before or instead of actually sleeping? If I don't wake up before 10 tomorrow I will be crosssss! That's a healthy 4 hours sleep. That's reasonable, right?

The other day, after no sleep for almost 40 hours I found out about this disease called "Fatal Familial Insomnia" and whilst sleep deprived, my brain wasn't addled enough to be convinced I HAVE this, thankfully. But the mere thought of the morbid inevitability of this disease made me too depressed to sleep properly afterwards. What an AWFUL way to go, man.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatal_familial_insomnia

The patient suffers increasing insomnia, resulting in panic attacks, paranoia, and phobias. This stage lasts for about four months.
Hallucinations and panic attacks become noticeable, continuing for about five months.
Complete inability to sleep is followed by rapid loss of weight. This lasts for about three months.
Dementia, during which the patient becomes unresponsive or mute over the course of six months. This is the final progression of the disease and the patient will subsequently die.

Guess we'll see what ones of us develop this when we're 50, amirite?

Goodnight!

Bungle

I could honestly listen to these two songs over and over for the rest of my existence.

Ffff, so obnoxious, the lyrics are truly awful, too. Seriously, though where does Trevor Dunn get off being so amazing at bass, huh? It's inhuman!



  Everything about this song is just so so perfect, to me.  I also really love the artwork for Bungle's self titled album.  I wish I knew who drew it.  Is it meant to be John Wayne Gacy?  It looks a lot like him dressed as pogo. I must know who! I must know who! It freaked me out so much when I was a shitty 13 year old and I refused to listen to bungle for like, 2 years because I assumed they were're a rubbish ska band.  If I could go back in time for any purpose, it would be solely to go and punch 13 year old me square in the jaw for being such an idiot.

Sorry!

I HATE The Beatles.  I'm sorry, I know it's bad, I know but they just....christ they're dire.
I am absolutely god-awful at keeping up a blog.  This has got to be my third or fourth attempt at this stuff now, s'getting pathetic, man!  What the hell am I supposed to put in this rickety thing anyways?  I know it's meant to be for work and whatnot but I honestly hate that man, it makes me feel like I've got to be so formal and that knowledge alone immediately makes me want to hide away for the rest of time. So screw that, this blog is going to be an awful sticky, nasty clump of anything and everything I do or find interesting.  How self indulgent, right?  I'm giving in and following suit, and everyone needs to act interested from now on. Or there'll be trouble.

Right??

Right.