I got a kick out of this.But alas I will not rob room from the ladies glorious art.
Instead I opted to go writing.
Operation Jabberwocky pt 1
go on follow the White rabbit. It might bite.
Friday, 26 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Mission 3: Alice in Wonderland
"I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!"
-White Rabbit
Originally, I added that quote just to start off with an apology about my tardiness, I meant to post the mission yesterday. But then I got thinking. However much I love the mission I had planned, I can just do that next time. As Alice in Wonderland is something I've personally wanted to delve into for ages. The book is full of fantastic characters for us to pic from and with the recent butchery of the story by Mr. Burton, I think its time it was given some of it's grandeur back. So Alice in Wonderland it is. Have fun in the world of flamingo croquet and grinning cats!
Also, as it seems we are all quit busy at the moment, this will be a two week challenge.
-White Rabbit
Originally, I added that quote just to start off with an apology about my tardiness, I meant to post the mission yesterday. But then I got thinking. However much I love the mission I had planned, I can just do that next time. As Alice in Wonderland is something I've personally wanted to delve into for ages. The book is full of fantastic characters for us to pic from and with the recent butchery of the story by Mr. Burton, I think its time it was given some of it's grandeur back. So Alice in Wonderland it is. Have fun in the world of flamingo croquet and grinning cats!
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| Alice and the White Rabbit by John tenniel |
Also, as it seems we are all quit busy at the moment, this will be a two week challenge.
Sunday, 21 August 2011
My blaxploitation piece
Well mission was ”Something old, something new, something borrowed”
so I went to my usual HC violent prose(old) and borrowed Rama's sweet blaxploitation babe and as i have not done blaxploitation I guess that is new.
So take a comfy position and let's go...
There is one thing you have to understand in order to stay alive.
Chicago is a modern metropolis, shiny, hi-tech, respectable.
And be it after dark or plain daylight, on a wrong street you say the wrong thing to a wrong person and your swift death is considered mercy.
The civvies go to their nine to five-lives, commute to suburbia, kiss the wife/husband and get the kiddies to school en route to their lovers.
To them it's an imaginary world from news and TV's series.
There are parts of town they instinctively stay the fuck out.
That's common sense.
Those streets are white spots on a map. Filled with nomads, warlords, barbarian hordes and yes, there be Dragons.
One of meanest firebreathing lizards was Afanasy,a hulking georgian who came to US to build a crime empire of his own.
He aspired to be a modern Al Capone, hence Chicago.
In a decade his merciless rule spread through-out the city feared by any sane people.
While somewhat sane, Thomas Coyne actually believed that his status as a journalist would provide protection from physical harm. He followed his story and the trail of money and drugs far too far.
This he found out a bit too late while meeting his contact in a carage on the North side.
The blued menacing pistol was the first sign of danger, his contact's burly companions the second.
After short but exceedingly brutal beating the four russians tied the unconcious reporter and tossed him in the trunk of sleek black Chrysler.
They rode out in high spirits. Afanasy would be pleased at them and that meant money and girls.
No one noticed GTO rolling silently without lights after them.
Russians stopped after an hour. In a few years this would be a flourishing suburbia, close chitown but at a safe for middle-class distance.
But every white picket fence needs a foundation.
And Afanasy loved some traditions.
They pulled the reporter out. The small white man was awake, gagged and his eyes filled with desperation.
”Oleg, video”
One of the men pulled out a small handheld videocamera ,flipped the light on it on and pointed it at bound Thomas.
The men forcemarched him to plasticsheet next to construction pit.
One of the russians switched the concrete mixer on.
”any last words for camera mr. Reporterman?”
they chuckled hyena-like.
”How about you comrades call it a day and piss off?”
Russians turned at the soft voice their guns raised.
She was alone, sporting red leather jacket and blue top above skimpy latex miniskirt that fondled her ample curves.
Her long dark cocoa-toned legs were captured in large-holed fishnet stockings and ended in high-heeled shoes.
Pulling her shades down with single index finger she tilted:
”You boys hard of hearing? Go back to your mama's and there wont be none. Ok?”
The russians gazed at each other then back at the black woman standing defying them.
”Listen you bitch, he's going go first and then we are gonna have some fun with you.” He brandished the pistol he pointed the woman with.
”See, four of us with guns and you all alone”
”yeah” She said ”odds aren't even”
”still, I gave you the chance and you really shouldn't have called me bitch so I am not letting you off easy”
The words had merely left her lips as she spun around, flipping twin derringers down from her leather jacket's sleeves.
Before the gangsters got their shots off her ”sissygun accessories” as she called them had barked.
Her second shot missed her target and blew one russians kneecap to oblivion, the first shot had struck it's mark and taken head clean off from the gangster next to Thomas.
Then again her derringers were singleshot 12 gauge. And matched her earrings perfectly
She dove behind the russians car as the remaining gangsters opened fire. She kept moving as cars stop bullets only in movies. The M-16 was back at GTO with Hendrix so she had to do with her Smith & Wesson.
Over the deafening gunfire she could hear one of them circling at her. She leaped up from the darkness and let it go zen: arm, eye, focus, flight.
The semiauto in her hand spat five pieces of molten lead out straight to center mass of the russian.
The videocamera guy lifted his handgun as her gun belched twice.
First shot tore the wrist holding the gun, second removed his manhood.
She walked gracefully as a lioness at Thomas seemingly untouched by carnage around and flipped a stiletto open.
”Relax Thomas” she said cutting his ties open ”you are safe”
Thomas pulled gag off his mouth
”Wait, who are you? Where..”
”Easy boy, you make Wanda's world go round and she asked me to look after your skinny white ass. You have any idea how hard it is to find a hairdresser who actually knows her shit?”
”Wanda's? But who..”
the woman tossed the stiletto straight behind her back.
It entered unerringly through the leg-wounded russians right eye all the way to his brain.
She helped Thomas up and went to sole russian alive.
The man whimpered and tried to hold his groin together. She took his videocamera, checked that it still records and flipped it at herself.
”Hi there Afanasy. Looks like I broke your boytoys. I leave one of them to give you this message: Chicago is not safe for you. If you aren't gone in two days I'll bring you down. Because I got some for you all. Nothing personal”
She blew a kiss at the camera
”Love, Neda Ebony”
And then she just dropped it and walked away.
Like I said in the beginning: in order to stay alive you DON'T mess with Neda Ebony.
so I went to my usual HC violent prose(old) and borrowed Rama's sweet blaxploitation babe and as i have not done blaxploitation I guess that is new.
So take a comfy position and let's go...
There is one thing you have to understand in order to stay alive.
Chicago is a modern metropolis, shiny, hi-tech, respectable.
And be it after dark or plain daylight, on a wrong street you say the wrong thing to a wrong person and your swift death is considered mercy.
The civvies go to their nine to five-lives, commute to suburbia, kiss the wife/husband and get the kiddies to school en route to their lovers.
To them it's an imaginary world from news and TV's series.
There are parts of town they instinctively stay the fuck out.
That's common sense.
Those streets are white spots on a map. Filled with nomads, warlords, barbarian hordes and yes, there be Dragons.
One of meanest firebreathing lizards was Afanasy,a hulking georgian who came to US to build a crime empire of his own.
He aspired to be a modern Al Capone, hence Chicago.
In a decade his merciless rule spread through-out the city feared by any sane people.
While somewhat sane, Thomas Coyne actually believed that his status as a journalist would provide protection from physical harm. He followed his story and the trail of money and drugs far too far.
This he found out a bit too late while meeting his contact in a carage on the North side.
The blued menacing pistol was the first sign of danger, his contact's burly companions the second.
After short but exceedingly brutal beating the four russians tied the unconcious reporter and tossed him in the trunk of sleek black Chrysler.
They rode out in high spirits. Afanasy would be pleased at them and that meant money and girls.
No one noticed GTO rolling silently without lights after them.
Russians stopped after an hour. In a few years this would be a flourishing suburbia, close chitown but at a safe for middle-class distance.
But every white picket fence needs a foundation.
And Afanasy loved some traditions.
They pulled the reporter out. The small white man was awake, gagged and his eyes filled with desperation.
”Oleg, video”
One of the men pulled out a small handheld videocamera ,flipped the light on it on and pointed it at bound Thomas.
The men forcemarched him to plasticsheet next to construction pit.
One of the russians switched the concrete mixer on.
”any last words for camera mr. Reporterman?”
they chuckled hyena-like.
”How about you comrades call it a day and piss off?”
Russians turned at the soft voice their guns raised.
She was alone, sporting red leather jacket and blue top above skimpy latex miniskirt that fondled her ample curves.
Her long dark cocoa-toned legs were captured in large-holed fishnet stockings and ended in high-heeled shoes.
Pulling her shades down with single index finger she tilted:
”You boys hard of hearing? Go back to your mama's and there wont be none. Ok?”
The russians gazed at each other then back at the black woman standing defying them.
”Listen you bitch, he's going go first and then we are gonna have some fun with you.” He brandished the pistol he pointed the woman with.
”See, four of us with guns and you all alone”
”yeah” She said ”odds aren't even”
”still, I gave you the chance and you really shouldn't have called me bitch so I am not letting you off easy”
The words had merely left her lips as she spun around, flipping twin derringers down from her leather jacket's sleeves.
Before the gangsters got their shots off her ”sissygun accessories” as she called them had barked.
Her second shot missed her target and blew one russians kneecap to oblivion, the first shot had struck it's mark and taken head clean off from the gangster next to Thomas.
Then again her derringers were singleshot 12 gauge. And matched her earrings perfectly
She dove behind the russians car as the remaining gangsters opened fire. She kept moving as cars stop bullets only in movies. The M-16 was back at GTO with Hendrix so she had to do with her Smith & Wesson.
Over the deafening gunfire she could hear one of them circling at her. She leaped up from the darkness and let it go zen: arm, eye, focus, flight.
The semiauto in her hand spat five pieces of molten lead out straight to center mass of the russian.
The videocamera guy lifted his handgun as her gun belched twice.
First shot tore the wrist holding the gun, second removed his manhood.
She walked gracefully as a lioness at Thomas seemingly untouched by carnage around and flipped a stiletto open.
”Relax Thomas” she said cutting his ties open ”you are safe”
Thomas pulled gag off his mouth
”Wait, who are you? Where..”
”Easy boy, you make Wanda's world go round and she asked me to look after your skinny white ass. You have any idea how hard it is to find a hairdresser who actually knows her shit?”
”Wanda's? But who..”
the woman tossed the stiletto straight behind her back.
It entered unerringly through the leg-wounded russians right eye all the way to his brain.
She helped Thomas up and went to sole russian alive.
The man whimpered and tried to hold his groin together. She took his videocamera, checked that it still records and flipped it at herself.
”Hi there Afanasy. Looks like I broke your boytoys. I leave one of them to give you this message: Chicago is not safe for you. If you aren't gone in two days I'll bring you down. Because I got some for you all. Nothing personal”
She blew a kiss at the camera
”Love, Neda Ebony”
And then she just dropped it and walked away.
Like I said in the beginning: in order to stay alive you DON'T mess with Neda Ebony.
I'm a zombie girl, in a zombie world
This weeks mission was ”Something old, something new, something borrowed”.
I right away thought of zombies. Wouldn't anyone? I mean they're kinda new and old at the same time, being both dead and alive(sort of) plus they borrow bodyparts from other people constantly. See, complitely logical.
Sadly I got the mother of all flu's and my ability to actually do something cool was pretty close to zero. So this week all you're getting is a very quick sketch.
The thing is that this design is not only a sketch for the mission, but also my future tattoo. (See how sneaky I was combining making these two!) And as the future is in fact in the very near future, friday the 26th, I need to finish this pic and fast. So I thought I'd not only post this sketch but also steps to the finished piece as I do them and pics of the tattoo when it's finished. Deal? Good, I'm glad you agree that that's very gracious of me ;D
I right away thought of zombies. Wouldn't anyone? I mean they're kinda new and old at the same time, being both dead and alive(sort of) plus they borrow bodyparts from other people constantly. See, complitely logical.
Sadly I got the mother of all flu's and my ability to actually do something cool was pretty close to zero. So this week all you're getting is a very quick sketch.
The thing is that this design is not only a sketch for the mission, but also my future tattoo. (See how sneaky I was combining making these two!) And as the future is in fact in the very near future, friday the 26th, I need to finish this pic and fast. So I thought I'd not only post this sketch but also steps to the finished piece as I do them and pics of the tattoo when it's finished. Deal? Good, I'm glad you agree that that's very gracious of me ;D
Maintenance...
So, ”something old, something new and something borrowed”, was it? Hope you can spot which is which (^_^)
I was too tired to draw the essencial mink oil tin can (for the boots). The original work is bl/w, but I just had to play with CS5.
Colored version coming... soonish.
I was too tired to draw the essencial mink oil tin can (for the boots). The original work is bl/w, but I just had to play with CS5.
Colored version coming... soonish.
Monday, 15 August 2011
The next mission is...
... interpret freely ”Something old, something new, something borrowed”. Sketchies, oil paintings, text, anything goes.
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Favorite Cat Character
Pulled this one close, but done! This week's mission was "Favorite character".
I might have got a biiit excited with this one. It was originally meant to be just a sketch... And Batgirl... But after sketching her I realised that she was way too smirky, busty and mischievous to be Batgirl. So Black Cat it is.
And then I kinda started playing with the sketch a bit. Krhm.
I still might fix her clumsy hanging arm at some point. This is what happens when you decide to change character and pose halfway through :D
I might have got a biiit excited with this one. It was originally meant to be just a sketch... And Batgirl... But after sketching her I realised that she was way too smirky, busty and mischievous to be Batgirl. So Black Cat it is.
And then I kinda started playing with the sketch a bit. Krhm.
I still might fix her clumsy hanging arm at some point. This is what happens when you decide to change character and pose halfway through :D
We are the law!
There is a reason I normally write stuff but I draw every now and then.
So to keep with women with guns I present first a nice quiet little girl whom you can bring to meet mommy...not.
The thorn in flesh of the investigative arm of Europol meet Jacquiline Daniels or as most know her, Jack Daniels.
I quite like her.
But I had tremendous trouble on picking from my many favorites whom to do injustice with ink. there's the Cimmerian, Frank Castle, Ghost Rider and and...and I picked man who covers Anthrax, he is the Law, that gentle heartwarming person and star of 2000AD.
Joe Dredd. the man, the jaw, the Legend.
A Real (Comic) Punk
Huzza, I managed to finish the pic before the Sunday-deadline ;D
This week's mission was ”make one of your favorite characters, own or borrowed”, soto give myself an easy start I chose Nin from Oblivion High. And besides, she IS a punk. Sorts of...
This week's mission was ”make one of your favorite characters, own or borrowed”, soto give myself an easy start I chose Nin from Oblivion High. And besides, she IS a punk. Sorts of...
Friday, 12 August 2011
Quick and dirty...
Sunday is drawing near, but I am no nearer to have accomplished this week's task... :P
So here's a little extra something while I'm working on the main illustration. It was originally drawn for a magazine for old ladies. Just kidding.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Rules of engagement
As per code duello the challenged person may choose weapons and field of honour, from at least ten paces one...Wait, no...
Oh, hows this:
We have a rotating turn when one of us(for example alphabetically, should be easy. I'm sligthly dyslexic though) gives idea, character, theme and off we go.
Giving our interpretation of it.
Deadline would be a week normally, fortnight(2weeks) for challenging or original stuff. In effect : on monday theme/character/idea is given, by next sunday(or one after it) we see what we came up with.
This would be besides the usual sketches, ideas and what-not's we post and want to create.
Does it sound like a deal?
My suggestion for a start: make one of your favorite characters, own or borrowed.
Welcome to ComicPunks!
Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls welcome among ComicPunks.
We are pack of nerdy (and proud of it) comic creators from different genres and areas of comicdom. Some draw, some write, some color, some do it all.
But we all love comics.
We were inspired by several forums and example set by ComicTwart and various Drink & Draws.
Doing comics stuff is fun and we wanted a playground of our own, a place where to do homages to stuff we love and where to spin out our new concepts and frankly to have fun with comics no matter what the genre.
A place for like-minded souls and soulless beings.
So behold: ComicPunks was born out of this talk.
We plan to have fun, to misquote Sinatra: to do it OUR way.
Come along for the ride.
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