Everyone meet Optimus Punk, my 2012 first semester college final. I’m a huge Transformers fan, even before Michael Bay’s adaptations, and college was where I learned about the wonderful world of steampunk. So I meshed the two to create this piece. He’s the biggest art project I’ve ever undertaken. Not to mention one of only three pieces of my own art framed and hanging in my office. I normally hate my art when I’m finished with it, but this is one of the few I’m proud of.
The inspiration for this drawing came from one of the movie posters for the 2007 Transformers movie. And a ton of Google images regarding steampunk machinery. Optimus Prime and Transformers belong to Hasbro. Mediums used were graphite (lots and lots of graphite) and charcoal.
In celebration of seeing Wonder Woman, I decided to share this piece I drew back in 2012, during my first semester of college. It was the first project my drawing class had been assigned. The task was to draw something we felt represented ourselves, our style, and our inspiration. I chose to recreate a picture done by Jim Lee, one of my favorite DC Comics artists.
Wonder Woman has always been more than just a comic book character to me. Outside of my mom, she was the only real female figure I had. And she taught me many things. True strength comes from within, not from your muscles. No matter what size I am, I can still do anything I set my mind toward. All I need is love, compassion, and the courage to be myself. And lastly, I don’t have to be Wonder Woman to be a wonderful woman.
I won’t lie. I cried quite a bit when I saw the Wonder Woman movie. One of my childhood icons was now more than animated character or a drawing on a page. She was on a big screen in live action. She became real. That movie was everything I could have asked for and more. I was so happy to see my hero, that I couldn’t help but cry.
This is one of the things I love about books/comics/TV shows/video games/movies, etc. Usually, everyone finds their hero. That one character that stands out the most to them. The one that connects with them the most. People learn from these characters, are inspired to be their best by these characters. The list could go on.
I know there’s a difference between the real world and fantasy. I am not blind to my everyday responsibilities. But whether it’s reading a book or comic to forget myself for a little while, whether it’s playing a video game to release my frustration, whether it’s writing stories or poems to vent my feelings, fiction does help me get through this thing we call life. Just as music does. Just as chatting with family and friends does. And Wonder Woman? Well. She’s an aspect of fiction that’s helped me the most.
This is Lyria, my half eastern, half western dragon. She’s patterned off several types of poisonous dart frogs and can secrete the poison from her skin. Her human “companion” is my explorer character named Sir Ransom Mire, as he’s the only one who can put up with her. She’s a dangerous lady and wears her colorful warnings proudly. Soon, I should be posting Ransom’s journal entry of her. I completed her with graphite, ink, and colored pencils.
I made this for my Great Aunt Rose’s birthday present. I’m not sure if anyone remembers my post about her right after Christmas. Unfortunately, she’s gotten worse with her Alzheimer’s. I’m not even sure that she remembers who I am. But I felt like I needed to make this for her. She means a lot to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to see her again before she passes, but I guess, in my own way, this can be used to tell her I love her and will never forget her.
I like to think of myself as a hobbiest. Someone who enjoys the finer things in life. Mm, fine arts. A photographer? Not really. I don’t own a camera. But I do appreciate a good photograph. I would say I’m an artist. There is no stopping creativity! I see something beautiful, and I just have to rearrange it to be even more beautiful. A sculptor, maybe? Yes, that sounds about right. Someone who creates sculptures with their hands. Yes. Except I wear gloves. Can’t have my fingerprints all over everything. Doesn’t do my artwork any good. Or maybe I’m a sewer. I do include stitches in my art. Or is that considered “mixed media” at that point? Hmm. More deliberation on that later. For now, it’s time to work. Yes, yes, yes! My masterpiece awaits! The muse cannot be broken!
He tied his black apron over his clothes. Snapped on latex-free gloves. A twitching grin played with the corners of his mouth. He breathed in deep. Exhaled with a sigh. He loved his passion. Nothing made him more excited for waking up every morning. And his latest muse was gorgeous. Though, he could think of a few ways she could be more beautiful. It wasn’t neccessary, but he needed to do it. It made him feel whole again.
Humming, he studied the model sitting on a stool. Walked around her. She was a very fine specimen, indeed. Then he perused his workbench, searching for the perfect tool. Searching for the perfect place to begin. He settled for the simple hack saw. Sang a merry tune as he held out her hand. Examined each finger. The left ring finger looked best. Still singing, he sawed the appendage off.
The model’s screams were silent as he had previously sewn her mouth closed. He ignored the blood. Went to his workbench once again to fetch needle and thread. His chorus broke out when he sewed the finger to her right ear. The processes of slicing body parts and stitching them in various places lasted until he felt complete. He continued humming while he cleaned and sanitized the area of blood. Burst into full song as he covered his dead model in clay. Returned to humming when he wheeled her into the kiln.
He called himself the Future Picasso. He was wanted for the murders of over seventeen girls. And his artwork was on rotating display in the modern art wing of the local museum.
As some may have noticed, I changed the cover art on my page. Although the original picture was beautifully rendered, I felt guilty when I looked at it. It wasn’t my art. It was someone else’s creation. Though I credited and linked the artist in my About page, it never felt quite right. Now, I can look at my cover art and not be ashamed. The above picture is a piece I created 2012 as a college assignment. Using charcoal and graphite, I had to take two separate National Geographic photos and merge them into one cohesive landscape. It’s one of the rare few pieces I have mounted on my wall. I’m not normally a fan of my completed work, but this has always been a favorite. Titled: “Serenity.”
You know when you have an idea, and you just have to get it down? That’s what happened to me yesterday after I woke up from a nap. I had this idea of a shadow/darkness spirit. She was drawn with graphite, charcoal, and ink. It’s been while since I’ve just drawn from inspiration without any sort of procrastination. There was much joy in this creation. I apologize for the picture quality.