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More here n' there sketchies done to relax at the end of the day-   The next one was inspired by a scene from the movie "Delirium-Photos of Gioia" ,a 1970's spaghetti horror flick by Lamberto Bava. I like the weird character from the flick and adapted it to my own style-  Here's the pic that inspired me-  She looks like she could be the sister of one of my creations,the sexy Plazmo-  Other than that it's been a rough week,which I won't go into here, but the frustration of being an artist without a gig is gettin' to me, so pass along my work and suggest me to family,friends and people in the biz who may need artwork with a twisted twist! Spankin'! Tags: defenders, marvel comics, nighthawk, plazmo, ragzart, thor
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For some reason I woke up with an image in my mind, For some reason I needed to draw it out. Then for some reason I felt the need to play with it around in Painter and Photoshop. For some reason I spent way too much time in my day on it. And for some reason I felt the need to post it. Here be it-  It's not particularly a good piece. I don't know why I felt the need to comment on the sad state of the Black Friday chaos that has taken over the country on a day after the fact. I have no idea why in the center of the piece is some albino naked alien thingy. Everyone has glowing dollar signs in front of their eyes, which doesn't make sense since their all spending money instead of receiving it. And all of their bags are empty. Maybe some psychiatrist can figure it all out. But I felt the need to create it and to share it with ya'all, when I really should be working on other, more important projects. Hmmm. Other artwork over the past week includes these -  This is a comic panel we had to create for one of my classes. Featuring my creation Father Fear defeating some demon thingy. Here's another Father Fear quicky thing I sketched together for the heck of it late one night with marker.  This is an animated gif I thru together working on sequential drawings, trying to practice on keeping proportions correctly without using a lightbox or tracing paper-  And here is some concept idea for a character I call Space Woofer.  And a few nights ago I got to meet Steve Niles, writer of the sooper excellent "Thirty Days of Night" vampire graphic novels and other coolio horror related comics. This picture was stolen from Alternate Reality Comics site, which the owner Ralph posted. He's also a sooper excellent guy. When in Vegas, check out his store. It's the best pace in Vegas to be. Also check out his site at http://alternaterealitycomics.net/ I'm yhe guy with the cap on backwards and with the handful of funny books. Ok, that's it. Time to get back to work. Hope ya'all had a safe Black Friday! I stayed safely away from all the madness. I should've dug out this-  and watched it. Maybe next year! Tags: black friday, father fear, ragzart, steve niles, thirty days of night
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Thin Lizzy
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A whole lotta scribbles n' paint splots for ya! Here, being the final result of the painting I did using myself as a refernce all doodlied up as Edward Scissorhands, which I posted a few blogginz back.-  It turned out ok, never really did much with gouache before. Actually, this was the second attempt. The first didn't turn out all that well and was smaller than required, so I redid it and it turned out much better. Still have a long way to go before I get to the Alex Ross level. Here is another piece done over a few days relaxing over the tube, done in ink pen and grey markers-  And here are a few more scribbles, done to wind down and just for the heck of it-  That be Barnabas Collins from the ol' Dark Shadows tv show.  A re-creation of my fave scene from "The Innocents", one of the greatest ghost story movies ever.  and three nurdz referenced from a magazine I had laying around. It cracks me up! and there ya go! Tags: dark shadows, edward scissorhands, ragzart, the innocents
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Tom Waits
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One of my projects at school is to create a painting in the style, or at least, the technique of famed comic book illustrator Alex Ross. One of the things that Ross does that sets his work apart from others is that he uses models dressed up in superhero outfits as reference. So we had to take photos of our subject in costume for reference for our painting.The problem for us poor art students is that we don't have the money to hire models and rent out costumes for them to wear, which just may be the crux of the problem solving we are to learn as artists. We must use our own reference in the long run, to create our own masterpieces and to survive in this business. Well, with such a short time period to get all this done and with the lack of people willing to dress up for me for free, I dug around the Ragzpad and dug out my old Edward Scissorhands hands and slapped on some whiteface, ratted up the hair and had the wifey take some photos of me for reference. Here's what I got. Not the best likeness cuz let's face it, I'm no Johnny Depp, but here is me, as his older, grumpier Edward S.     I look like a tired worn out Edward with a bad early 80's Adrienne Barbeau hardo. Anyways, I also took some of the pics into photoshop to tweek 'em and get more of the coloring I want to do for the painting, and they turned out kinda neat.   I'll try to post the actual painting when finished. I need to find me some people who'll model for cheap so I don't haveta do it for myself,cuz what if I need a model for a Vampirella piece? Yikes, just think of the horror of that! Many other projects are in the works, such as some artwork I want to do featuring some of my fave Marvel Comics characters. I've been reading some old Defenders comics from the 70's and I just love the second and third string characters such as Dr.Strange, Nighthawk, Yondu, Killraven and Warlock.
This is a quick character study of the Japanese superhero Sunfire, to get a nack at drawing his all so cool mask-  and here's a full figure of him, which I want to place a nifty Tokyo skyline behind him and do some stuff with it in Illustrator.  Another piece which will be posted when finished. And now I leave ya with a Ragzter with a goatee sketch I whipped up for no reason whatsoever.  Tags: adam warlock, alex ross, defenders, edward scissorhands, ragzart, sunfire
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Aerosmith "Toys In The Attic"
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It seems like anytime i have time off to recoup,regroup and reload, that week is taken down by something, and last week again I was wracked with the remaining remnants of kidney stones ripping thru my urinary tract. If you've never experienced the joy of giving birth to a porcupine with devil horns and that shoots lasers non stop out of it's eyes at your pee pee factory, then you have no idea of the grueling torture that having kidney stones brings. It's the worst. Yeah Yeah, I'm getting predictable and replaying events that i wish not to. I knew it was coming from my last bout with the stoneys last month, as the doc said that I had a cluster of the buggers crammed up and jelly tight in my right kidney, so I knew this was coming. But this time the labor pains weren't slow and building. Nope, it sprang out upon me in a flurry of sweats,nausea and throbbing relentless stabbing knife soaked in battery acid pain! I managed to stay out of the hospital this time,but boy am I sore now. Sheesh, I just can't seem to get rid of them, I've cut way down on the soda, it's mostly water and iced tea these days instead of the Mountain Dews, which may be why I've been passing them more frequently these days without the sugary sodas gunking up the works. But I'm tired of whining about them, so there ya go. We did manage to get a new car, just in time to get back and forth to another fulltime session of schoolin'. I didn't get near as much artwork done over the break because of the stones and a flu bug from earlier in the week, but here be some leftovers from some life drawing sessions and notebook scribbles I dig. Enjoy!  I name this guy- CharKole!  This is some Emo Vampire guy  My RockitQeen Atari Stacey and Noona!  A Nazi Zombie from the movie ShockWave  an outerspace sketchy  Some guys head floating in a tube with spider legs.  and I call this "She Watches Herself,From Behind" The painpills I've got from my last visit to the hospital don't really seem to help, except the pain in me pinky toe which I stubbed earlier in the day on Saturday. So now I'm a limping kidney stoned mess. New cd's by KISS,Danko Jones & Ace Frehley have helped to ease the pain also, but the most inspirational thing(other than the new car)that has given me some oomph thru it all was the viweing of "Anvil: The Story of Anvil" I watched Saturday night right before the stones started barreling their way thru my lowers.  What a great movie! If yer ever in need of some "hope", this is the flick to see. It'll make ya believe in something, whether it's the undying loyalty of pursuing a dream,the power of heavy metal, or just never giving up,or that ignorance is truly bliss. It's a must see! I needed this, and I need the blinding vision of "Lips". That guy refuses to give up. A true rock n' roll hero. All the pussies like Kurt Cobain and Metallica could learn alot from that guy. Good Stuff! Gonna go listen to an Anvil album now and pulverize any remaining stones with their rockin' heavy metal power! Tags: anvil, notebook doodles, ragzart, rockitqeen
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Anvil
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Finally, for creative writing class we had to write an excuse letter from a character from a movie,book or tv show. This is my entry. Sorry Twilight Fans.  Dear Fans, I’m sorry I am not able to make it to the Vampire Convention this evening. I feel it’s in your best interest that I do not attend because I would most surely put a damper on the festivities. Although your convention sounds very desirable to me. A real vampire such as myself would most likely upset most of you for ,you see, we are not the beautiful and charming creatures that your authors and movie makers have romanticized about in your favorite vampire novels and films. We are decrepit creatures. We are not in any way attractive. We stink of death, our minds are weak and we are bad dressers. We drink human blood, not artificial blood. We kill for that blood. We need it to survive. There are no substitutes. And, since we are dead things, we don’t even digest that blood. After a few hours of drinking it, it leaks out of our orifices’ and makes quite a sticky mess. We do not sparkle. Unless you catch the moonlight glistening off of unhealed wounds dripping with puss and rotting scabs. We don’t have sex because, again, we are dead. Our sex organs don’t work anymore, our seed is dead and we have no urge to procreate with you. We just want to drink your blood from your dying body. The only difference between us and zombie is that our minds are still intact. We are sentient beings that are forever trapped in a rotting shell of a carcass that forever thirsts for blood that can never be satisfied. So, it’s best that I not appear at your event. In fact, it might be better for you to pass on it too and get yourself a life. Maybe try to go out and find other humans to associate with. Hell, if you still desire to play around with supernatural things then try an incubus or a succubus, at least they are closer to what you think a vampire is than what we really are. Just sayin’… Signed “The latest popular vampire character”
Tags: ragzart, vampires
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Another school quarter be almost done. Just gotta finish up some stories and artwork for the stories for creative writing class. Then it's a week off til I start anew with fresh classes. I'm almost done with story " Slayer of Angels", just gotta type up the last few pages. I won't post it here, it's just way too long, but it will appear in some media form in the future, maybe as a comic,animated film or something or another, but here are some more "concept" art for it that I shall share with ya-  The angel Zacharael  A gargoyle from the story  The Slayer of Angels More artwork from "Slayer of Angels" and my other creative writing stories will soon be posted, including the artwork for " Goldielocks & The Three Brains","Suicide note from Gilligan","Scary Love" and much more! Finally made it to another life drawing session on Saturday that I got some great poses from, including the Zacharael pose above, plus this one, where the guy posed with a little acoustic guitar. I kinda flubbed up on his left hand, so I fixed it by darkening in the area and giving him some Paul Stanley pants. That led to further enhancements and a final outcome that came to this-  Mayhaps I'll post the final rendition of my Ragzdandelion 3D model from Maya class. Right now I'm too tired to dig it out of my massive files to upload it, so fer now, I'll leave ya with a quick sketchie of yours truly-  Tags: angels, demons, paul stanley, ragzart
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Elvis Costello "Pump It Up"
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As ya might've noticed, or not, I changed my userpic to this-  Yep, it may look like another sculpture of yourz truly, but actually it's a painting done in ZBrush, one of my fave new 3d modeling software programz. I was working on a school project and after many hourz of frustration with it all I ended up going on a "let's try this tool" wingyding and eventually came up with what is now my new userpic. I feel much more comfortable in ZBrush than in Maya, but I stills gotsa long way to go. Not much else on the art end. I haven't been able to make it to life drawing sessions due to homework needin' to get done and car problemz. I got a brand new starter for the car for my birthday this year! I wanted to go check out Cheap Trick doin' Sgt.Peppers at The Hilton,but again, low on fundz, so I got the cd instead. Oh well, I've seen Cheap Trick like 10 times by now anywayz. Here'z a drawing/painting I did a few weeks ago for the Facebook Comic Con Dan Brereton Tribute. I did my best to emulate his watercolor style,but I comes nowhere near the master. Brereton rocks!  I've been working on an epic of a story for the final in Creative Writing class, involving a few old characters from my Fantasians gang, revamped and renamed. I'm not sure what I'm calling the story yet, but so far the working title is "Slayer of Angels." Here is a rough thumbnail sketch for what I want the cover for the story to look like-  I may make a video "trailer" for it too. 'Course it'll be posted when done. Another project for creative writing was to rewrite a fairy tale. Mine isn't all that terribly original, but here'z ya go- THE THREE HUMANS David Hanson Goldie was once a pretty girl that used to live once upon a time in a far-off country. Now she’s a zombie, a walking dead thing that roams aimlessly about in the city, in search of brains to eat. One night she was shuffling about in an abandoned city seeking out brains, but there weren’t many brains to be had, as all the other walking dead had eaten most of the people, so she had to settle for some kitty brains she found in the pet store. You would have thought she was as happy as a queen and quite content eating her fresh kitty brains instead of wanting to shuffle off about the city meddling with other people’s property. But it happened that the kitty brains weren’t as satisfying as you would think they’d be, so she aimlessly walked out of the pet store and stumbled about onto the deserted city’s streets once more, until she came to a part of the city where zombies had never been before. Now, in this part of the city was a small little old house where there lived a family of three living humans. The first was a Great Big Human, the second was a Middling-Sized Human, and the third was a Little Teeny Tiny Human. The zombies hadn’t been to this small house. That was, until now, when Goldie stopped before it and smelled that brains lived there. Juicy, human brains. Goldie slowly made her way into the house thru the unlocked door and looked around with her dead glassy eyes. She was disappointed that the humans weren’t there in the living room, so she slowly made her way into the kitchen where she saw no living humans either, just a table with three bowls on it. Each bowl had a few drops of soup left in them, and if Goldie was still a living thing she may have taken a sip from each bowl. She wouldn’t have liked the soup from the Great Big Bowl because she would’ve found it too spicy. The soup from the Middling-Sized Bowl she would have found to be too salty. But the soup from the Little Teeny Tiny Bowl she would’ve liked just fine. But now, she was a zombie and didn’t pay any mind for the soup in the bowls at all. In fact, she didn’t have a mind at all. Just a hunger for brains. Juicy, human brains. Goldie could smell those brains, but didn’t know where they were, so she looked everywhere, under the table and into the cupboards. She could find no one, not even sitting in the three chairs that were in the living room. There was a Great Big Chair, and a Middling-Sized Chair and a Little Teeny Tiny Chair. But there was no Great Big Brain, or a Middling-Sized Brain, nor a Little Teeny Tiny Brain sitting in them. There was a staircase in the house and Goldie slowly made her way up the stairs. When she reached the top of the stairs she moaned and groaned in happiness as she saw, in a bedroom, a Great Big Human sleeping in a Great Big Bed. She quietly waltzed over to the Great Big Bed and chomped into the Great Big Humans skull like it was a fresh crisp apple. Before the Great Big Human could scream out in pain, Goldie had munched out all of his brain. The brain tasted hot and spicy, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Goldie’s hunger, so she made her way to the Middling-Sized Human sleeping in the Middling-Sized Bed. She bit into the throat of the Middling-Sized Human and sucked her brain out through her neck before it could scream out in terror. The brain was salty, but still not satisfying Goldie’s hunger, so she turned to the Little Teeny Tiny Human sleeping in the Little Teeny Tiny Bed and ate up its brain with one quick swallow. Drooling and dripping in blood and human brain juice, Goldie the zombie stood there for about an hour, then shuffled on out of the house, hungry again for living, human brains. She didn’t care if the brains were spicy, or salty or just right, or if they were great Big Brains, or Middling-Sized Brains, or Little Teeny Tiny Brains. As long as they were living, human brains, was all that mattered to her. and that's it fer now! Tags: cheap trick, dan brereton, fantasians, ragzart
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Cheap Trick "Sgt.Peppers"
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Not much in the update department here in Ragzville. Tomorrow I celebrate yet another birthday, in which I turn a year older and such, for that is what birthdays are for,eh? Playing it lowkey this year due to time and money constraints-maybe pick up the Cheap Trick Beatles cd, get something good to eat, then proceed to work on more homework. Yeah, I'm not all that into partying it up-happens when ya get in your 70's! I did manage to explore yet again the wonders of kidney stone pain last Saturday. Sheesh, ya'd think I'd have had enuff of those thru-out the yearz, but Nooooooo, the godz hath decreeded that I must retread that horrible path of intense pain, violent pukingz and all around nastyness once more. So, for my birthday my wifey got me some sooperdooper prescription painkillers for my birthday to stimey off upcoming stone attacks. It seems I still have a wad of 'em collecting together in another kidney that eventually are gonna find thier way out, not counting the one I passed, according to the emergency room doctor. The visit to the emergency room wasn't all that bad tho. The nurses n' such got me strapped to a bed,got the happy juice injected pretty quickly,took me to the catscan machine and diagnosed everything all within a few hours. I was sent home in a nice fog from the happy juice and finally fell asleep after the whole exhausting and painful ordeal I had before the visit. Course the bill for it all almost put me back in the hospital,. Good thing I was still drugged up, otherwise I might've blown the skullcap off of the top of my head. So, there hasn't been much in the artwork department. Most of my time has been trying to model my alter-ego in Maya and working on stories for creative writing class. Such as this story, where we had to write an unusual love story. This was the best I could come up with- JANE OF THE JUNGLE By David Hanson She felt stupid being there. What use was there for an 85 year old woman at a big comic book convention, anyway? But she needed the extra bucks. Times were tough. And she was invited to sign copies of the various comics and DVD’s about her long missing husband. Hell, she thought, most people didn’t even realize she was a real person. Everyone just thought she was a character written by some adventure author way back in the early 1900’s. And really, why was she here? No one seemed to be all that interested in the adventures of her husband anymore. The kids wanted adventures of superheroes running around in black leather spandex. Spouting obscenities thru clenched teeth while sporting claws and carrying big guns. They didn’t care about “The Lord of The Jungle” anymore. But she was real, and so was he, the main subject of all those novels, movies, comic books and cartoons. She sat there, behind a table littered with all the stuff displaying artwork of her once husband. She was amazed on how accurately the artists’ captured his visage-all muscular and dark haired and athletic in his animal skin loincloth. But none of the artists, or authors really captured the truth behind those stories. Everything was romanticized. Sure, it was romantic at first. Before she went to the jungle, Jane was a shy girl, who couldn’t seem to land a date much less a husband. She wasn’t unattractive, just distant, and she had her own idealized image of what kind of man she wanted. But, the kind of man she wanted didn’t seem to exist. She wanted someone like her father-strong, dependable and rich, but also someone who was sensitive, spontaneous and adventurous. She was full of contradictions. She gave up the notion of ever finding a husband when she decided to go to the jungle with her father to collect valuable ivory at the age of 19. She had no problem leaving the demands of society behind and become an adventurer like her father. The hell with them, all those stupid, smelly men wrapped up in their business suits and with their slickened up hair and their tightly wound watches. Who needs them? Well, all that changed the moment she saw him up in that tree, wearing nothing but a loincloth and sweat. Maybe it was the heat of the jungle and all the adrenalin from narrowing escaping death from that man eating tiger, but they fell for each other instantly. Well, that was the way it was for her anyways. Most likely for him was that he had never seen an actual woman like him before, out there in the deep jungle. And boy, did she use that to her advantage. Against her father’s wishes, she left it all behind and decided to stay there with the jungle god. Her rebellion felt right, just what she needed, she told herself, over and over, trying to justify her decision. Here was a strong, adventurous and sensitive man that she could start a new life with, without the demands of the city and all its responsibilities. She had found her own little slice of Eden. The Jungle Lord was easy to make hers. She had no competition, she was the only one of his kind around, and he was simple and easy to manipulate. He would do anything for her. Before she came along, all he had was his monkey friends that raised him, and all he had to do was keep him fed and protect his monkey friends from the tigers. She made herself feel important by giving him “more” to his life than what he had before-a human bond, a human mate. And, she could turn him into what she always wanted-her ideal man. And he would be all hers; there would be no one around to take him away! Take that, outside world! Eventually they would have a child together, a son, who The Jungle Lord named “Boy.” The Jungle Lord loved having Boy around, and they would go off on adventures of their own once he was old enough to walk. That was all fine for awhile, until they would be gone for days while she sat there with the chimps. God, the chimps started to get on her nerves with all their bouncing, and swinging and yammering’. When they did finally make it back to their jungle home, they would roughhouse about, make a mess of things and get the chimps all riled up. Suddenly, she realized that The Jungle Lord wasn’t just hers anymore. She’d try to talk about it to him, but he just wanted to have fun. All that talking made him dizzy. Eventually she started to hate the jungle, with all its bugs and critters and humidity. She was feeling alone again even though she had The Jungle Lord and Boy. She needed more than just hanging out in the jungle, so when her father invited her back to New York, she convinced The Jungle Lord and Boy to leave the jungle behind. When they arrived in New York, she found her mate and son exciting again. She laughed at seeing how they took in all the wonders of civilization. Everyone loved them and she felt she had finally made it. Other women seemed jealous of her; she became a mystery to other men. She was invited to all the fancy parties, and she became rich when her father passed away and left her with all the money he had made from the ivory of elephants. Not for a minute did she miss that stinky jungle. But, her Jungle Lord did. He didn’t belong in the city. He and Boy became more and more distant from her. She hadn’t noticed it at first. She was too busy with her rich friends and her parties and all the attention she got from being a celebrity to notice. Other women began to notice, though. While she was away they would throw themselves at The Jungle Lord, and it wasn’t until she came home late one night and saw one of those women doing things to him she wouldn’t do that she realized The Jungle Lord no longer belonged to her. It was his innocence, the one thing that attracted him the most to her, that got him in this mess, but it was no excuse. “Why would he do that to me?” she thought, “after all I’ve done for him.” She sent Boy and The Jungle Lord packing back to the jungle. She couldn’t let his moment of weakness and innocence ruin all she had acquired while being back in civilization. Civilized people don’t act like that! What she didn’t realize was that He was what made her. It didn’t take long for people to lose interest in her without him. By this time everyone had heard her story of living in the jungle and it was old news. Sure, once in awhile someone would want an interview, or a picture with her, but it was The Jungle Lord that they really wanted. The only way she could still give him to them was thru signing the old comics and vhs tapes. The convention was nearing its three day run and it was time to box up all the unsold items and head back to the hotel. She didn’t even bother counting what little profit she made; she knew it wasn’t anything mounting too much. She opened up the last box to put in the last of the comics into, when she sensed someone standing behind her. Maybe it was one last fan wanting an autograph. “Jane” spoke the figure behind her. She turned around and saw her Jungle Lord, still standing strong, but now with grey hair and tired eyes. He was wearing a suit. “My jungle is gone. Men came and ripped out the trees and chased away the monkeys. Big trucks flattened it all. So Boy and I came here. Boy is waiting in a car to drive you and I back to your hotel, if you will allow us.” Jane smiled and put her arms around her strong Jungle Lord. He picked her up and they walked out of the convention center, leaving the boxes of comic books, vhs tapes and autographed photos behind. She didn’t need them anymore. Yeah, got that idea while watching a Tarzan movie a few weeks ago on AMC. Jane kinda came off as being a manipulating beeyach.
Anyways, I did muster up another Dictionary Demon-
I'm gonna crash now, but I'll leave ya with this pic I took outside of my apartment-
Tags: dictionary demons, kidney stones, ragzart, tarzan
CURRENTLY RINGING IN MY POINTY EARZ IZ:: Christian Death
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