RAGZ DANDELION

SCISSORHANDS OF FATE!

ragzter@aol.com — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:40:28 GMT

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.

RAGZ SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGZ!

ragzter@aol.com — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:25:11 GMT

For illustration class, we were introduced to the scrape-o-licious world of scratchboards. I've never done anything in scratchboard before, but I attempted it and I find it an interesting way of doing things. The theme we had to create the artwork for was El Dia de los Muertos-The Day of The Dead.
Here's what I came up with-

Mayhaps I'll try more in the future.

AT LEAST IT WASN'T RELIGIOUS PAMPHLETS!

ragzter@aol.com — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:17:39 GMT

I'm so broke that this is all I had to hand out to trick r' treeters last night!

SCORE!!

HALLOWEENIES!

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:45:46 GMT

A lil' trick r' treet comic I whipped up for ya's-

clicky on it for to embiggen it!

WE'RE ALL HUMINARY STEW!

ragzter@aol.com — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:20:58 GMT

A caricature of my fave movie actor Vincent Price for a class-

And dig this delicious tune sung by Mr.Price-

BEAUTY IS ONLY ONE PHOTOSHOP FILTER AWAY!

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 01:36:50 GMT

Once again, another school project,this time the subject had to be my own mug, done in color pencil-

The version you see here has been tweeked in photoshop and Corel Painter for dramatic effect. I took it from a picture I took a year or so ago and I like it cuz it freeks my sister out. She thinks I look like a serial killer in it. The drawing turned out ok, but my nose looks a little too white, but here ya go.

Not much else, artwise to post, so I leave ya with a little notebook sketchie I did while watching "Good Will Hunting" in English class.

It's better to lose your skullcap than your skull!

ragzter@aol.com — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 02:17:18 GMT

For one of my classes I had to come up with a one panel comic and supply three different captions for it. I call upon you, my friendz, to vote for what you think is the best caption for it.

#1-"Would it kill you to at least wear a shirt?"

#2-"Wait! I don't think my health insurance covers this!"

#3-"Hold on! Wait! I think I left the oven on!

Please vote in the comments OR if you have a better caption!

Thanx!

RAGZPLOITATION!

ragzter@aol.com — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 06:29:59 GMT

When I first moved out here to Las Vegas in 1994 there used to be a dozen cafes all within' walking distance and I could sit there for a few hours and drink Italian Sodas and draw all the interesting people hanging about. It was a pretty interesting scene of a bunch of self important artists and college types, so there was no shortage of unique things to draw. When I got up this morning I really wish there was a cafe around cuz I just wanted to sit outside and draw, but they are all gone now. Everyone of them. So I went to the closest thing still around-an Einstein Bagels. Shitmutherfuckinay. It cost me $10 for a dry bagel sandwich and a small coke. I wasn't pretty happy with that, but I did get to sit outside and draw some streets. Nothing came out too great, but I felt like I accomplished somewhat what I originally planned. I should've just taken the ten bucks and hung out at the local Ren Fair and drew, but I had already spent money I didn't have. Crappers.
I did draw this up today, at home while watching movies and without having to spent money-

I call it "Til Death Do Us Fall Apart" and it's for one of my classes. I like it.

I've also been working out a character called Doberman Jones, based on various blaxpoitation bad asses from the 70's. Here's a rough character sketch of him so far-

I plan to do more with him in the future.

That's 'bout all I've got.
Spankin'!

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised

ragzter@aol.com — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 22:56:25 GMT

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!

TODAY'S VAMPIRES SUCK!

ragzter@aol.com — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 02:49:03 GMT

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”

THE LAST SURVIVOR

ragzter@aol.com — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:57:46 GMT

NIGHT GALLERY!

ragzter@aol.com — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 06:52:00 GMT

It's been a very busy day trying to finish up stuff for the artwork companion to my stories for creative writing class. Got a few more to go, but here be what I finished up today! Scroll down for previous posts for their accompanying stories!

Goldilocks and The Three Brains

Jane and The Jungle Lord

The Slayer of Angels

A few more to come!

LOVE WILL KEEP US TOGETHER

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 18:29:12 GMT

For creative writing class we had to write about a taboo, so I dug out the lyrics to an old song I wrote and recorded back in my schlockstar days and drew up a picture to go along with it.
I bring you "SCARY LOVE"

SCARY LOVE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU FRIGHTEN ME
SOMETHING IN THE WAY YOU PEEL MY MIND
LOOKING FOR A MOMENT OF CLARITY
BUT YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU WILL FIND

WHAT PART OF LOVE DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
DID YOU THINK THAT I WOULD SET YOU FREE?
DON'T YOU KNOW FOREVER NEVER ENDS
AS I WRAP YOU UP TIGHT IN MISERY

YOU WON'T BE THE ONE TO GET AWAY
YOU WILL BE MINE TIL' MY DYING DAY

MY COMMON SENSE IS TINGLING
BEST TO DIG THAT OUT OF MY HEAD NOW
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THE MADNESS THAT YOU BRING
GOT TO LIVE UP TO OUR SACRED VOW

IN SICKNESS AND IN MADNESS LOVE WILL SURVIVE
YOU MADE A PROMISE THAT YOU WILL KEEP
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHETHER YOU'RE DEAD OR ALIVE
THE COURSE OF LOVE RUNS THICK,RED AND DEEP

YOU WON'T BE THE ONE TO GET AWAY
YOU WILL BE MINE TIL' MY DYING DAY

copyright 2001 Media Babies Entertainment

You can also check out the song here-http://www.zshare.net/audio/660167280ab2e199/ if you so desire to ad it to your mp3 player of choice!

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 06:18:24 GMT

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-

EATING BRAINS MAKES THE PAIN GO AWAY!

ragzter@aol.com — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 05:22:56 GMT

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!

PAINKILLER JANE!

ragzter@aol.com — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 05:04:28 GMT

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-

YOUR FREUDIAN SLIP IS SHOWING!

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 06:30:49 GMT

More Ragzart to share with ya-

A sketch inked up while in art history class featuring Freud and Einstein. Not sure what it all means other than I was fighting falling asleep.

A three hour life drawing session spewed out this image from my pencils. Again, not sure what it means other than I was getting hungry.

A model I sculpted out in ZBrush, which is a damn cool 3D sculpting software, but damn, like Maya, it can also be frustrating. I dig it tho. Not sure what this means either other than I was getting frustrated with the software.

And two more pages from my Dictionary Demons. Not sure what they mean other than it's alot easier to draw these thingies than make 'em in Maya or ZBrush!

Clicky on 'em to embiggen them!

ANOTHER MINUTE AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK!

ragzter@aol.com — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:25:11 GMT

My 2009 Demo Reel-

And two more pages of Dictionary Demons-

SHE JUST LOVES ME FOR MY BIG DICTIONARY!

ragzter@aol.com — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:47:56 GMT

Tonight we celebrated the graduation of my wifey from UNLV at Sunset Station's Hooters Restaurant and then a short set of hillbilly rawknrowl by Jackyl. Big thanx to everyone who showed up, we had a good ol' time looking at boobies, eatin' fried foods n' a big ass cake and redneckin' it up with Jackyl. Kinda weird that they didn't do thier chainsaw song tho, the small club inside Sunset Station mayhaps didn't let 'em use it. Still, they were darn tootin' entertainin'!

Earlier in the day I was rushing about trying to finish up an assignment we had to turn in for Creative Writing class today. We had to write a suicide note from a movie or tv character, so this is what I whipped up-

It’s been a year since the Skipper has been gone. So that leaves me as the last survivor of the SS Minnow. Who would’ve thought I would’ve been the last one? I wasn’t the smart one, or the pretty one, or the rich one. Nope, I was the goofball. Yet, I’m the one to outlive them all.

When we first landed on this deserted island, it all seemed like fun and games. But after all those years of isolation from the outside world, and the frustration of all those failed attempts of getting off of this island, well, it takes it’s toll on ya, even someone like me.

Nothing was the same anyway, after the death of Eunice Lovey Howell. After her fatal heart attack, the reality of our situation started to affect us all. Her husband, millionaire Thurston Howell III, died shortly after that from a lung infection, but really he died of a broken heart. He lost his most valuable possession, when Lovey died.

We were now faced with our mortality on this island. This drove Roy, or as we liked to call him, The Professor, to work harder and harder at trying to find a way off the island. He became more and more withdrawn, locked up in his little hut, trying to find ways to re-charge long dead batteries with coconut milk. But each attempt failed, and the only thing he was successful at was destroying his liver by getting drunk every night off of that fermented coconut milk.

Before he died he also tried to cure Ginger Grants cancer, which she became afflicted with from all those years sunbathing. But he just didn’t have the tools he needed. All the lotions and potions and treatments he devised weren’t enough to save her.

Mary Ann was the strongest of us all. Her belief in God was what carried her through it all. Even when she was struck by lightning one night during a horrendous thunderstorm, she chucked it up as an act from God.

So, then it was down to The Skipper and I. Skipper took everyone’s death the hardest. He felt responsible for it all. He became more and more abusive towards me after Mary Ann’s death. I grew to hate my sailor’s cap, which The Skipper would flog me with on an almost daily occasion. Eventually I couldn’t take it no more.

It’s been almost a year now since that night when I waited for The Skipper to fall asleep in his hammock, and took my sailor’s cap and shoved it down his throat, choking him til he turned blue.

This year of loneliness, fear and guilt has become more than I can bear, so I ‘m dropping this note in a bottle into the ocean. If you find it, don’t bother sending a rescue party. It is too late.

-Willie Gilligan

Not the greatest work I've done, but not too bad for something I came up basically on the fly. Figures,as soon as we get to class, the instructor wasn't feeling too well, so she gave us our Midterm assignment and said we could turn in the suicide note next week. Oh well.

Other than that, it's been busy time trying to get everything finished up for my portfolio review on Monday. And in between times, I bring you notebook sketchies, doodles and other odds n' endz-

This was drawn on a page of an old dictionary I've had laying about. I was gonna throw the dictionary out, cuz it's pretty useless to me nowdays, but it dawned on me that I should recycle it instead by drawing on the pages and turning it into some weird ass sketchbook of demons. I like how the type is visible behind the image. I'll post more as I draw 'em.

Just some weird image that popped into my head last week during creative writing class.

A Jack Kirby influenced supergod, I think I'll go further with it and eventually create a character out of him and name it Flairhead!

Yet another Frankenstein sketch.

A new character I hath named Hemogoblin!

A new villian I hath named Dr.Onmoraki!

And finally, a Ragz Dandelion character turnaround sketch, which I shall use as a template for a 3d model I'll be working on soon.

SEDUCTION OF THE NOT SO INNOCENT!

ragzter@aol.com — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:43:31 GMT

I should be working on thingz, but in doing my research, I stumbled upon this wonderful site-http://datajunkie.blogspot.com/
Here you can find all thoze wonderful horror comics of yesteryear and so much more, to download to your own evil soul!

AWESOME! AWESOME SITE!!!
Enjoy,Glittercatz n' GhoulieeDawgz!

Ok, back to work...

TOYS IN THE ATTIC!

ragzter@aol.com — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 05:44:56 GMT

Ya ever, out of the blue, have something from yer past pop into your skull and you had completely forgot about it, but now ya think about it alot?
Well, there was an old digest sized space sci-fi comic that I had forgotten about from my youth pop back into my memory banks recently. I don't remember ever selling it or giving it away, and since I still have tons of stuff from my youth, I wondered if I may still have it. I looked around in all my junk, but I wasn't able to find it. I must've lost it or gave it away somewhere down the road.
What was really frustrating was that I couldn't remember the name of the comic or who did it, I just remember that it involved an international group of astronauts, kinda like Star Trek, and that the art was pretty trippy in that 1970's sci-fi kinda way. So I googled all kinds of things to describe it, and I did that for days, but I wasn't getting anywhere, until just a few nights ago, and TADAAA! I stumbled upon it! And lo and behold I found someone selling it on ebay for about 5 bucks, so soon I shall have it within' my possession again!
That item was this-

Awesome! I love ebay!

I'm still kicking myself for letting that gem go,tho. I can't imagine why I would've, cuz I loved that lil' book when I was a kid. Most likely I'll stumble upon it when I clean out this Ragzpad when the time comes to move next year! Oh well, I'll have two copies then!

It got me to thinking of other things I let go somewhere down the road, which I wish I never would have, like these-

A Planet of the Apes trashcan

The Voice Of The Mummy board game

Don't know what ever happened to those thingies!

Here's a few things I never had, but wish I did!-

And just think what everyone would think if I drove up in this bad ass car!-

What things do you wish you still had?

EYE TO I

ragzter@aol.com — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 01:53:46 GMT

For Creative Writing class we had to write dialogue for a body part. Not wanting to write about boobs,penises and butts like everyone else, I came up with this little ditty, which I may turn into a short story for my early in developement Horror anthology comic. Enjoy!

Eye To I

The one eye stared at the other eye for what seemed like an eternity, never blinking or breaking its gaze. The one eye recognized the other. They knew each other very well. They had been together for as long as they could remember…but not always like this.

Once in awhile, they could see shadows and lights shifting about in their peripheral vision. Sometimes they would even see other eyes glaring back at them, but these two motionless eyes could never follow them. Their gaze was frozen on each other, shellacked and glued, locked in place.

The two eyes were thankful for each other’s company, but sometimes it was frustrating not being able to see other things. They both figured that it would help them to understand where they were, or how they had gotten to this state if…just once…they could look somewhere else besides into one another’s eye. .

What they could see in each other’s eye were memories that they had both shared. Strange that these memories were exactly the same, they thought. They saw themselves when they were young eyes, all wide and full of wonder. They saw themselves when they were sad, like the time when they realized that they would never look into that beautiful young woman’s brown eyes again. They saw themselves when they were frightened beyond belief when the men brandishing those deadly bayonets ran towards them. And, they both saw the light go out in each other’s eye when death came.

Now, they just see each other’s eye, frozen in some kind of translucent plastic glaze, every morning as the light above them is flicked on to let those shadows into their peripheral vision again. It goes on and on like this everyday from 10:00 a.m. in the morning until10:00 p.m. at night when the lights of the exhibition are turned off, leaving the skinned man, dipped in clear plastic and split in half, staring into his own eye. His two halves face each other, one eye looking into the other, thru the darkness.

copyright by David Hanson-so don't steal it!

MASTER BLASTER RUNS VEGASTOWN!

ragzter@aol.com — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:10:38 GMT

A few dayz ago, as the wifey and I ventured out in the 110 Las Vegas heat to pay bills we witnessed yet another clue that this city is turning into a Mad Max world. As we crawled to a stop in our non air conditioned vehicle, a white pick up truck zoomed passed us, cut us off and squeezed between a red pick up, a few other cars and behind a van until it was forced to stop due to people crossing the crosswalk. It continued to creep forth, jittered sideways and basically the driver of this white truck was looking for any inch it could use to squeeze thru. Both my wife and I stated how much of an ass this person was and as if on que, a guy jumps out of the red truck behind them, whips out some kind of heavy metal billy club, flicks it like Daredevil, and it elongates to a longer,more metal billy club! The guy brandishing the club begins to bludgeon the windows of the white truck in front of them, bashing in the windows and rearview mirror. The person in the white truck steps on the gas and plows right into the back of the van in front of them as the traffic begins to flow forward. Chaos ensues all around the white truck as the guy with the club continues to bash in it's windows. The when the space finally allowed, the white truck sped off, only to be followed by the red truck and the billyclub carrying vigilante! Wow! Such action and mayhem, all on our way to the bank! Vegas is turning more and more into a desolated wasteland of violence and madness as our economy eats away at the once flourishing tourist city. Now, it's left to us trying to find our way out of here and to the wackos who are claiming it as thier own. I wouldn't be suprised if a Thunderdome would rise where once the casinos thrived. MASTER BLASTER!

Oh and a dead body was found by the Welcome To Las Vegas sign today.

WIG WAM BAM!

ragzter@aol.com — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 06:22:55 GMT

Ya gotta love the SYFY Channels movies, right at this moment I'm watching a man fight a shark with a chainsaw. Awesome!

What's also awesome was seeing my buddy Terry in the movie "Mutilation Mile", which we attended the world premier of last night. Ron Atkin's blood dripping violent tale of two crazy brothers on a revengeful murder spree in Las Vegas. Goodjob,guys! Terry got to play his harmonica in the flick too, before he was stabbed in the head!

Earlier in the day I felt like I stabbed a few students in my creative writing class in the head when we had to read two short stories we came up with. The stories were really short too, cuz one had to be about sex,religion and mystery in 10 words or less, and the other had to be about anything we wanted,but in only 6 words or less.
Here be my two stories-

The murderers' confessions were drowned out by the priests' moans.

It tasted sour, when it was alive.

I think I may frighten a few of my fellow students.

As I doodled in my notebook,some others in the class did manage to push the envelope too, and some pretty good stories were told, I don't have those stories for ya, but I do have the notebook doodles-

Today I sat in on another life drawing session and I must say I like what I did, instead of doing sketches of seperate poses, I decided to work all the model's different poses into one piece and came up with this-

This is a smaller version of the actual piece which is about 14" x 18". I had to scan it in pieces in the scanner, then put it together in photoshop, hence the wierd shift in shade and a few lines here n' there. I figure I'll load it into Painter and clean it up, colorize it and make it a much better piece one day. I call it "Spirit Sisters".

Now, a gang of guys are fighting a bunch of sharks with chainsaws-gotta go!

Clicky on the pix for a larger view!

THE TACO BELL DOG IS DEAD-WHAT TIME IS THE MEMORIAL CONCERT AT THE STAPLES CENTER?

ragzter@aol.com — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 06:46:31 GMT

Just a few quicky stuff-

    For creative writing class I had to come up with a character, write a few things about him and what not, so I dug out an old Fantasians storyline I've had kicking around in my head about an angel that sits in a dark abandoned building in the downtown segmant of Las Vegas and drinks himself blind and reads the bible by the moonlight. The whole basis of the story is essentially that all the humans have dissapeared from the earth and the supernatural and such beings now roam the earth in search of meaning, since there is no humans to believe in gods and monsters anymore, do they really exist now? But anyways, after writing my little idea for the story down I felt the urge to illustrate it quickly, then scanned it into painter and did a quicky paint job on it, nothing too elaborate. Mayhaps I'll work on it more in the future when time permits.
Here be that picture-

Also in creative writing class we had to come up with a message for the world and place it somewhere for people to read. I won't tell you where I put the message, but here's what I wrote-

Don't define yourself
           by the music you listen to
           by the movies you watch
           by the clothes you wear
Don't define yourself
           by the heroes you admire
           by the friends you make
           by the job you have
Don't define yourself
           by how much money you have
           by your religion
           by your beliefs
Don't define yourself
           by how many tacos you can eat
          by who your favorite Spice Girl is
          by how long your big toe is
Don't define yourself
          by how many shots you fired
          by what comic character is on your underwear
          by your vhs collection
Don't define yourself

it could go on and on...

ooo-watch out-The Ragzter is gettin' all deep on ya!

So, to balance out the deepness, I bring ya another quick sketch, this is of a character that's bouncin' 'round in my head, a vigilante that treats all crimes the same, whether it's murder,rape,stealing or parking in the wrong parking space. He dishes out only one sentance-The Death Sentance. I call him Deuce-

That's just a rough idea for him, I gotta do something more with him so people don't get him confused with The Transporter.

Speaking of lawless criminals, please head on out to The Tropicana Cinemas tomorrow night at 9:00 and catch Las Vegas' own maverick filmaker Ron Atkins' new film "Mutilation Mile." It's the world premier and it also features a character played by my buddy Terry Hernandez.
It's a violent,bloody film, so don't bring the kiddies.It only costs $7, so,Support the underground filmakers, dammit!

Ok, that's it fer tonight!
Spankin'!