B1V: A Do-dad.

I don't even know what this little thing is, but I drew it.  One of innumerable visual treasures from Kurt Hollomon's bottomless basket o' tchotchkes.

Brush-pens are funny. It's a brush, but it doesn't feel like a brush -- the water-soluble ink flows differently than india ink, and the barrel is all fat (I suppose this is normal on bamboo-handled brushes, but I ink with a skinny little #2 usually). In general, my brush-handling skills need improvement, but it's even harder to get a handle on the brush-pen.

B1U: Laborious!

One of the problems I run into working digitally is that because I'm forced to draw inside a windowed-off part of the piece all the time, I end up falling in love with details, then zooming back to see that they simply do not work in the larger context. This illustration that I've just finished tonight was a case of that happening over, and over, and over again. And, no surprise, it took five times as long as it likely would have had I done the whole thing on paper.

It's He-Man and Teela, for cereal:geek. I'm depicting the scene at the end of "The Problem With Power" where He-Man carries Teela off into the sunset, ostensibly because she may be injured after a positronic bomb blast, but we all know he's doing it just because he wants to.

Once the drawing was done and sent, I set about playing with colours, as I so often do. And, more specifically, I set about fine-tuning my make-it-look-just-like-an-old-comics-page technique. A detail follows. I think I'm gettin' pretty close. 

A full-view of the comic-coloured image can be seen over at my deviantART page.

B1S: My, My, The Time Do Fly

Time to get this blog crackin' again!  Rather than write at length about my love of old computers and my trials at MOS 6502 assembly coding, from this point on this is going to be an illustration/drawing/art blog.  I gave some consideration to starting an entirely new blog for this purpose, but I decided the old Bruised Terrestrial was really the place it wanted to go. So!

To start: a picture. I lovingly roughed this out in pencil on a nice, heavy piece of paper with the intention of rendering it in ink, but as I laid the first brushstrokes I realized this was absolutely the wrong paper for that purpose: luscious, toothy, beautiful... and horrifyingly bleedy paper -- a near-fatal mistake. But it had to get done, and so I went after it with 6B and 8B pencil, which gets pretty close to black, and here we have it.  A worthwhile exercise, albeit a tedious one.

There are two other pictures in this series which I may or may not post at a later date.

That's a start, right?  Yep, it is.  Good job, Adam.  Welcome back!  I now leave you, and busy myself with congratulatory pats on my own back.