Category Archives: Robots For All
Ongoing commitment to bring the world more new robots.
I’m trying to get momentum up and going for the next issue of Father Robot. So, this morning’s warm-up is this funky sketch of some poor, robot bastard who with lost the rest of his “jaw” or just had a real wicked designer. Because, what ‘bot doesn’t need some scary tusks to make his daily existence easier?
I started with his arm, which is my favorite part of any robot drawing. I don’t know why… and then I moved on to the creepy head. Once I got to the “waist”, though, I kind of lost interest. He deserves more care, I think, but it’ll have to wait for another day.
Have you heard that when you live in zero gravity for extended periods of time, you’re eyeballs start to squish? That’s amazing! I’m a pretty big fan of all-things-spacey, but this is news to me. Not good news, I guess, but still interesting…
So, I assume that any career spacers would need robot eyes pretty soon. I sketched this guy out this morning, inspired by the need for my space-suited characters to have mechanical lenses instead of stupid, squishable, meat balls for seeing all the awesome stuff out there in the cosmos. Also, it seemed right to give him a little cone head too.
Still loving the pillowy, fluffed-ot space suits for now.
The as-yet unnamed heroine of the Garman Hagland project is getting closer to that far-off city. It looks like there’s been some trouble in the past, though.
I’m not sure if this is a spacesuit or a robot. It looks like it might work for a different, alien species, or perhaps it’s really huge and a human pilot fits somewhere in a little shell of a cockpit.
I found it hiding in another old sketchbook, and I can’t believe I haven’t posted it before. If I have, please let me pretend this is new, as I just couldn’t find it anywhere in the archives. Anyway, I love those big arms! Also, what a freaky head. I love it.
I was looking through some old sketchbooks today and I came across a few pieces that I believe I previously rejected for posting on this blog, but now like for one reason or another. So, as the new year approaches, I thought I’d get the old out and make room for new drawings in 2015. I know that makes no sense, but just enjoy this drawing and try not to think about it too much.
I made this guy when I was trying to come up with my own Evangelion bot. Somewhere along the way I drifted off in another direction, and ended up with this design. I don’t know why I never posted him before, as I think he looks pretty neat.
The past month has been very busy. I wish I could say that it was all drawing, but it was just the opposite. Very quickly, my girlfriend I decided to quit our jobs, pack up everything in our San Francisco apartment, and move out east into a cute little house in Rochester, NY. So, I’m pretty far behind on several projects. I always tell myself that I’ll draw en route and bring lots of supplies with me, but I rarely do. Here’s what happens when I try to draw on my iPad while traveling:
I know you’ve all been asking, “how can I look casual, yet knowledgeable of the independent arts?” Well, the answer is here:
Supplies are limited, as fashion-conscious robots keep looting my studio. So, get ’em while you can…
Issue #3 is just about ready for mass consumption. In this chapter, FR comes face-to-face with the reality of his identity, and both he and Reggie have to make sense of the robot’s truth of existence. What will Clarabelle do? Can they all escape becoming casualties of war?!
I collaborated with the mega-talented Cody Hagman on this one. I did the line work and Cody brought life to the drawing with awesome, digital colors.
Where have I been? Drawing. It’s a hell of a thing to try and keep a full-time job (that’s not making comics), keep a relationship going, and maintain a productive schedule for creating new comics. Don’t even ask about the little things like groceries or laundry…
This is all old news to anyone in this field, but it explains to anyone who wonders why they don’t hear from me for a few months at a time where I’ve been. I was a t home, covered in ink, crying softly onto bristol board.
It’s a ll worth it, though, when I hold that new completed issue in my hands. Makes me feel like this: