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Under the dome

I was recently told by someone that they are tired of spacesuits with domed, or bubble-helmets. For some reason, those have always appealed to me. I want to say it’s because you can see the expression of the person inside, or maybe I always thought that mask-like helmets are better suited for combat armor or robots. It’s also possible that I add them to my spacesuits so often because they’re easier to draw…

Whatever the reason, I’m trying something different.

I used Copic pens on tracing paper, taped over my sketchbook for this lil’ guy or gal.

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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.

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…

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…

I feel dead.

It was one of those days today. I am completely exhausted.

I promised myself that I would post this today, though.

Appropriately, this guy looks just like I feel:

Dress for success.

I’m trying to wind myself up for a new project.  It involves lots of spacesuits, robots, and ruined, industrial sci-fi settings.  Really, everything I love in life… imaginary life.

One of the most-difficult ongoing struggles I face is finding enough time to draw.  The last year has been so busy, I’m thinking about not taking on more freelance commissions for the near future, at least until I’ve finished drawing a few things that have been waiting for a while now and are pounding at the door on my conscience.

Enough of that, you came here for the drawing, right?  So, here’s a little sketch I cleaned up to get the juices flowing.  It’s going to be on the table for that upcoming project.  More on that soon…

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What are you, some kind of half-assed astronaut?

Living in San Francisco meant I was one of thousands of artists roaming the city, often subtly (or not at all) drawing their fellow citizens, especially on the BART.  It’s a little bit harder to sneak in a drawing of someone sitting nearby in Oklahoma City.  People tend to notice and get weirded out much faster here.  I guess artists aren’t quite as accepted here as they are on the West Coast…

Anyway, this guy was actually dressed quite nicely for work when I made him a quick-study subject at lunch this week.  I added the spacesuit because… well, because spacesuits are more-interesting than collared shirts.

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I lied

It was a New Years goal of mine to draw more and post often.  Life has a funny way of getting in the way of even the most honest intentions, though.  Things change, circumstances are not always what they appeared to be at first, and new opportunities come about.  So… let’s try it again.  Here I am, promising myself more work forthcoming.

Here’s a cute little spacesuit to keep one from dying horribly in strange places.

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Between the lines.

No matter how many times I study reference books, go to a live model study, or just look at my favorite artists’ work, I always end up slipping back into my old patterns of drawing folds.  Those standard clothing fold that happen with all tight, hipster garb, regular fitted clothing, loose, oversize idiot-wear, or even the occasional spacesuit have some definite rules to follow.  I can’t help but ignore some of them.  So, I try to constantly retain myself with what clothing does on certain limbs, joints, body types, tension points, and all that jazz.  It’s a losing battle.  If I don’t keep up on it, i always revert back to bad habits.

Anyway, here was a warm-up space suit I did this morning, trying to get my folds focused.

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I used a Copic drawing pen.  I love the feel of the thing, but the one I bought has the most inconsistent ink flow of any tool I own.  Sigh…