Monday, November 9, 2009
Color Play: Donuts
I've been playing with some colors lately, so these are some donut shapes with variations on a color combination with markers. Obviously this doesn't translate on screen very well, but I'll be fixing that soon.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Ths Unwitting Wolly-Gobbler
*Yes, I know it has been quite awhile since I've posted anything here, but I'm hoping to change the flavor a bit and do a couple of posts like this one a few times a month, as well as getting more sketches scanned in in and posted. Thanks for your patience.
For those of you who may have forgotten the playground taunts of your youth, a wolly-gobbler, is a person who bites fart bubbles in the bath tub (presumably their own, although I would assume any fart bubble would qualify). The reason I bring this up is because there are certain situations in life that require a person to retaliate in a childish, vulgar fashion. Oddly, I ran into just such an occasion only last week when I was at the pool doing my daily swim. I noticed a young woman standing at the edge of the pool, and although she didn't say anything to me, it was clear she intended to share my lane, which is fine, since there are only six of them, and swimmers often have to double or even triple up. I don't
have a problem with this, however there is a certain faction of swimmers whom I think of as the elitist dipshits, and they seem to feel that their workout is much more important than those of anyone else, and as it turned out this little squim was one of them. Unfortunately, I didn't know this at the time, so without breaking my rhythm, I made room for her by taking one side of the lane and leaving the other half for her. However, when I got to the far end of the pool and started back for the return trip, I was surprised to see her barreling down on top of me. I quickly paddled over to the other side of the lane and resumed swimming, thinking that she was doing what I call the loop (and I'm sure the elitists know the proper term for it) which simply means everyone in the lane swims in the same direction in a donut shaped pattern, similar to race cars, oh and incidentally it is usually reserved for times when there are three or more swimmers in a lane. A little unorthodox I thought, but I can adjust. Alas, when I got to the other end, there she was coming at me full force, going the wrong way—again. So, I returned to the original side to again split the lane, thinking that she had realized what I was doing and was making a feeble attempt to play nice. And it seemed she was doing exactly that . . . for the next lap or two, but after that, I'll be a God Damn if she didn't do it yet again. Unbelievable! At that point it had become blatantly obvious that she was just being a twat and trying to chase me out of my own lane so that she could have the whole thing. Well, I'm not one to stand for that horse excrement! By now, the bratty little quince had gone back to her own side of the lane, but I was still greatly irritated and knew it was only a matter of time before she would return to her obnoxious behavior. Now as luck would have it, an amazing intestinal opportunity presented itself just as she approached me, and with precision timing . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . BLÄAAAPFT!! — I kicked loose with a stout blast just as we met halfway across the pool. I'm not sure if she actually heard my flatulence over all that splashing or if she merely tasted it in the water, and honestly I like to think it was a bit of both. What I do know for certain, is that she got out of the pool immediately afterward, so unless it was an unbelievable coincidence, my point had been made. Score one for the old gassy fellow!
For those of you who may have forgotten the playground taunts of your youth, a wolly-gobbler, is a person who bites fart bubbles in the bath tub (presumably their own, although I would assume any fart bubble would qualify). The reason I bring this up is because there are certain situations in life that require a person to retaliate in a childish, vulgar fashion. Oddly, I ran into just such an occasion only last week when I was at the pool doing my daily swim. I noticed a young woman standing at the edge of the pool, and although she didn't say anything to me, it was clear she intended to share my lane, which is fine, since there are only six of them, and swimmers often have to double or even triple up. I don't
have a problem with this, however there is a certain faction of swimmers whom I think of as the elitist dipshits, and they seem to feel that their workout is much more important than those of anyone else, and as it turned out this little squim was one of them. Unfortunately, I didn't know this at the time, so without breaking my rhythm, I made room for her by taking one side of the lane and leaving the other half for her. However, when I got to the far end of the pool and started back for the return trip, I was surprised to see her barreling down on top of me. I quickly paddled over to the other side of the lane and resumed swimming, thinking that she was doing what I call the loop (and I'm sure the elitists know the proper term for it) which simply means everyone in the lane swims in the same direction in a donut shaped pattern, similar to race cars, oh and incidentally it is usually reserved for times when there are three or more swimmers in a lane. A little unorthodox I thought, but I can adjust. Alas, when I got to the other end, there she was coming at me full force, going the wrong way—again. So, I returned to the original side to again split the lane, thinking that she had realized what I was doing and was making a feeble attempt to play nice. And it seemed she was doing exactly that . . . for the next lap or two, but after that, I'll be a God Damn if she didn't do it yet again. Unbelievable! At that point it had become blatantly obvious that she was just being a twat and trying to chase me out of my own lane so that she could have the whole thing. Well, I'm not one to stand for that horse excrement! By now, the bratty little quince had gone back to her own side of the lane, but I was still greatly irritated and knew it was only a matter of time before she would return to her obnoxious behavior. Now as luck would have it, an amazing intestinal opportunity presented itself just as she approached me, and with precision timing . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . BLÄAAAPFT!! — I kicked loose with a stout blast just as we met halfway across the pool. I'm not sure if she actually heard my flatulence over all that splashing or if she merely tasted it in the water, and honestly I like to think it was a bit of both. What I do know for certain, is that she got out of the pool immediately afterward, so unless it was an unbelievable coincidence, my point had been made. Score one for the old gassy fellow!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Expression Studies
Here are some expression studies done for no particular reason or project. They started out as tiny scribblings in my travel sketchbook,. These expressions are some that I liked, so I decided to do them a little larger, and I then did a quick inking job, so I guess you could also call them inking studies if you like. Not much time for chit-chat today, I'm posting some Halloween invitations and such in my Zazzle Shop today, feel free to stop by if you have a chance.
-Cheers!
-Cheers!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Gas Pump Girl
This is another one that I had forgotten about and recently stumbled across. This is watercolor with ink on watercolor paper, it was done sometime last year, but I can't remember why or what for.
-Cheers!
-Cheers!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Belated Nakey Wednesday
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been trying to get an awful lot of things done, and then I had a minor injury flare up, but that's not why you called. Its actually Thursday at this point, but it's always a good time for Nakey Wednesday, and now without further delay, here is an undated pinup test I did in markers, colored pencils & ink. Yeah, I know I did a pretty shitty scan & paste job. Ordinarily I don't post stuff this big, but I had actually forgotten about her and just stumbled on it a little while ago. Nevertheless, here she is; Happy Nakey Wednesday.
Cheers!
Cheers!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Semi-Nakey Wednesday!
I haven't decided, but I'm thinking of making Wednesdays, Nakey Wednesday from now on. This will be a celebration of the human figure, usually the female figure. This is basically just an excuse for me to draw naked gals, but this is my blog and I can do as I please. Oh, and just to clarify, Nakey Wednesday will only be here on A Walk on the Wiles Side, I don't want anybody showing up to work naked on my account. Although that reminds me of a funny story from art school. Maybe it's only funny to me, but I got one of our models to go outside without his pants on for a smoke break. Although kind of rural, it was in a fairly conservative part of town. Somehow the instructor knew exactly who was responsible for it.
Anyway, I still haven't decided for sure, so I've split it up:
First a couple of clothed gals in what I call daily poses. As I recall they were both waiting for coffee, but not at the same time. There is also a little piece of the guy on the toilet from last week's sketch dump in the lower right corner.
Second we have four nakey gals, I suppose if I were a higher class artist I would call them nudes, but I really just like the word nakey. So there. These were all done from imagination if you're wondering.
Anyway, I still haven't decided for sure, so I've split it up:
First a couple of clothed gals in what I call daily poses. As I recall they were both waiting for coffee, but not at the same time. There is also a little piece of the guy on the toilet from last week's sketch dump in the lower right corner.
Second we have four nakey gals, I suppose if I were a higher class artist I would call them nudes, but I really just like the word nakey. So there. These were all done from imagination if you're wondering.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Year Round Tiki!
I'm still feeling a little nostalgic for all things Tiki, so here is a little something from the sketchbook. This was done in a coffee shop while people watching. I got to wondering recently if there is an official Tiki Season. If there is I would have to assume it ends with the summer. Well, I call bull poo on that—Let there be Tiki all year long!
-Cheers!
-Cheers!
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