Author Archives: Sam Garland
Working relationships are hard.
I know another artist, Cody Hagman, that I am fortunate enough to have a long-time working relationship with. We’ve co-edited and published together, moved work each other’s way, and collaborated on some of the pieces I’m proudest of.
This is an amazing thing! I’ve you’ve ever had to work with an artist, you might be aware that we can be… odd, at times. Sometimes, we just don’t get along with others:
Anyway. I’m glad to have a friend like Cody to make cool artwork with.
Robots don’t need spacesuits.
Sometimes, like now, when all I feel like doing is drawing spacesuits, I get to the face of the lucky guy or gal inside and lose interest. That’s when I spice things up with a skull, or an alien, or… a robot!
There’s no good reason to put a robot in a spacesuit, except that it’s really fun.
Food for thought
I always try to get away from the building I work in for lunch. I work long days and am unbelievably busy just about every minute I’m there. So, it’s really essential that I am not thinking or talking about work for at least an hour around mid-day.
Sometimes I read. Often I watch something online, but once in a while I’ll draw.
Living in Oklahoma City is very different than living in San Francisco. The sight of a guy in business clothes with a sketchpad out is unusual here, and I get weird looks quite often. That didn’t stop me today, though!
Fat man in a little suit…
I don’t know what happened to this one. Chalk it up to just getting some practice in, or maybe to being a little rusty.
I was just watching Alien Covenant and thinking that I didn’t like the spacesuits they used to repair their “solar sail,” but the more that time went on, the more I felt inspired by them. They look like modified, hardshell, deep sea diving suits.
This was my swing at that inspiration. I think it was a swing and a miss…
Sad robots need love too.
I was supposed to be taking notes in a meeting, but this pathetic fella wasn’t having it.
Getting ready… for action!
Like a bolt out of the blue, the desire to create and produce new artwork just comes back. I've been wanting to draw for some time, but wanting to and feeling compelled to are different things. Life gets busy, priorities can change, and time becomes a thief. However, when that itch finds its way under your skin, there's nothing for it except to start scratching…
Time is a thief and my passion is a monster.
Yes, the days slip by, becoming weeks and months. There’s so many things I want to draw and stories I want to share, but my minutes of free time are few and I’m tired. Nevertheless, it’s impossible to ignore desire , as nagging and vicious as it can be, and once in a while I still manage to get a little something on paper.
Here’s my little friend. I thought he came out looking neat. Someone else told me he’s scary, and one other said he was cute.
Exorcise goal for the new year.
The longer I go between drawings, the more it starts to really bug me.
2016 was the most-unproductive year, artistically-speaking, that I can remember. It had a lot to do with where I am in life, what’s going on, and a reevaluation of what I want to do with my art.
All you can do is keep working, though, right? Here’s to a new year, with new plans, ambitions, and new drawings. Gotta work out those demons before they eat you up from the inside…