Life Drawing Sessions: Winter 2009

Sorry it took me a while to get these up.

Pencil on drawing paper.

11 x 14

The Madness

Here's something I just wanted to photoshop...

Character Concepts Version 1.0

;working on a animated short in flash. Here are the two concepts for the characters. Drawn in Adobe Flash.

The Parasite

I made this for a final in one of my classes. I researched different kinds of parasites to try and create this creature that was the amalgam of humanities sins, manifesting itself in a being whose sole purpose is to consume.

Mode: Painter X, Photoshop

Update 02

I'm working on a 12 page comic for my graphic novel class. *Laughs* This is probably the only class I'll get to do this in. I'll upload the pages when I'm finished. I'm still penciling everything in. More shortly.

Nickolas the Petulant Manchild

Sorry, I've been drawing a lot of creepy stuff, lately.

Week 10: The Devil's Haircut

Sorry the lateness of the posting, but here was the concept art in class assignment.

Concept Art Assignment:

Create an image depicting "The Devil's Haircut."

The Devil's Haircut

Medium: Pencil, Micron Pen/Ink, Watercolor

Dimensions: 9 x 12 on bristol vellum paper

Witch Doctor et Brutus

I managed to pen these at my workplace, I didn't have much else to do.

Approximately 4 x 7 inches

Ballpoint Pen

Bumblebee

Bumblebee (Sketch)

Blue Ballpoint Pen (Yellowed in Photoshop)

8 1/2 x 11

So yeah, I work at the movie theater; got a little bored and decided to sketch up the standee of Bumblebee for the upcoming Transformers Movie. 

It's funny, the one movie where Michael Bay's "artistic" direction flourishes is the one where he decides to concentrate on characters. It's like buying a banana for the peel... wait. Scratch that. The peel alone is comedic enough. But you get the picture, right?

Point is, Michael Bay can *blllllllllllph* jog on.

More shortly.

Week 04: Swine Flu

Concept Art Assignment:

Create an image depicting an interpretation of the Swine Flu Virus.

Swine Flu (Bug)

Pencil, Micron, Watercolor

9x12

Week 03: Homicidal Gladiator Spazzy Cycle

Concept Art Assignment:

Create an image using these four words.

Homicidal Gladiator Spazzy Cycle

Pencil, Micron, Watercolor

9x12

Week 02: Teal Flamingo Finger Assassin

Concept Art Assignment:

Create an image using these four words.

Teal Flamingo Finger Assassin

Pencil, Micron, Watercolor Pencil

8 1/2 x 11

Week 01: Pink Dynamic Flailing Lard

Concept Art assignment: 

Create an image using these four words.

Pink Flailing Lard (Pepto)

Pencil

9x12

Logo 01

It's a project for my Motion Graphics class, but I think in time, I may come to use this... Created in Adobe After Effects CS3.

© Matt Garcia 2009

Dream 02

I recently had a dream where I was Spider-Man. It was very cool, the feeling of swinging around the city. I landed on the roof of a building where two Indian children approached me; one a boy, the other a girl. Apparently, there was something wrong. But more importantly, the girl told me that I owe her money for the black vest and jacket she left behind when she left to find me. There was an unwavering sense of determination that lingered in her eyes. I promptly entered the nearest doorway. There, I ran down a seemingly endless hallway. Once reaching the outside, I stumbled upon the children's parents. In a very jovial tone, the father asked me if I paid her for the jacket and vest. I didn't answer, and decided to shoot my web into the sky. I left. 

I was wondering, where the hell do those webs go when Spidey is swinging around?

More Shortly.

Declaration Zero One

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury:

I sit before you, calm and collected. I am here to set forth a declaration: that all toenails are created equal. Please divert your attention to Exhibit A. As you can see, there seems to be a strange anomaly in the brainwave frequency in my head. Exhibit B: earlier, when popping my ears, I would feel an extra pop in my right ear. Coincidence? I think SO! Ladies and Gentlemen, I have apprehended the dastardly deviant responsible for this debacle. It is, without a doubt... MYSELF! It would appear that I have caught myself on the verge of creative and merrymaking disaster. The waves have been stacked tall; tall order. Please, feel free to contribute your input on any of this. I may only find solace in the comfort that is to be held with the direction of information. Be wary, there was an accident on the information off-ramp. We are currently repairing the damage. No one was hurt, thankfully. I often speculated that if one were wild and quixotic in their youth, they were destined to become tamed and overly practical. Alas, therein lies my own folly! It is more than apparent that I am slipping into the drudgery of mundane behavior. Such a crime against the imaginative intellect shan't go unpunished. Henceforth, the rate of randomness and indiscriminate information shall be increased tenfold. I will not stop until every last one of these monotonous swine are swept from the crevices of my own cerebellum... or is it cerebrum? Hm. I cannot be entirely sure. If anything, there is about a 45.9947292 % of assurance in the previous statement. Fear not, there will be no charges placed; such behavior, though unwarranted, is not entirely unexpected. Let the biscotti run alongside the maladroit kerchiefs as they stroll the isle of complete bliss and insincere awkwardness. There was an elephant in the corner of my brain, but not anymore. My attendant was sure to off him away with the sweep of a broom. I have been away for far too long! Unchained and irreparable, I move onward to higher and brighter glory! Any of you who wish to join in this escapade are free to do so! I implore you! I beseech you! Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy via the milky and the way. The milk shall submerge the way of galaxy! Fantastic! Long live the free land of milk and honey!

Sincerely,

M a t t  G a r c i a

Status: Equilibrium

P. S. - I feel fantastic. Period. No debates, just solutions to your latest pink flailing lard. Or would you prefer to typical, the usual, the sensational teal flamingo? Your move.

L

Ryan 01

Here's a portrait of my room mate Ryan Rodriguez. There's the blue pencil version, then the pencil and inked version.

Ryan 01 (Final)

Pencil and Inked (Micron)

8 1/2 x 11

Ryan 01 (Draft)

Blue Pencil

8 1/2 x 11

BART Station

For the final project in my Materials & Lighting Class, I chose to model and texture a fictitious Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) Station. I spent about four weeks, aside from working on other finals, doing the project. I'd have to say the niftiest part of it was creating the illusion of a lit sign. To achieve that, I projected a light source onto the textured surface, giving it that glowing feel. A lot of the scene was bump mapped while others required only a normal map.

Internship

For those of you who still read this darn thing, I've been accepted to join an Internship! Huzah! Hoorah! Yes, I'll be working as a cleanup animator/inker for a 3 minute animated segment. That's roughly 3,000 frames of animatin. The way I see it, it'll be a healthy dose of exposure. For Animation experience, I've got the environment experience and workload to look forward to. As far as my ultimate goal - comic books, it's inking! I'm more than happy to have gotten this.

More shortly.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

I haven't churned out a piece in a while. Here's a little exercise; Matthew Bellamy. Pencil and Ink on Paper. Edited in Photoshop.

Death & Old Age

Death and Old Age are strange bedfellows. They never speak, nor do they ever listen. Since the Dawn and to the Dusk, forever they will walk hand in hand. They were made for one another; like two peas in a pod. Married as they are, hand in hand, they punch their cards on the eternal time clock, day after day, after day, after day. And while mere mortals muse and rouse about their own inevitability, the old married couple remains silent, never speaking, never listening.

The cries and pleas of said mortals fall upon their deaf ears. Through years of practice, Death and Old Age have mastered the art of ignorance. While others called ignorance “bliss,” they preferred to call it a matter of “conscience.” For Death, there is no alternative, no negotiation. Old Age, being the more forgiving of the two, seldom grants leniency to others. There are a few who’ve managed to prolong their own engagements to Old Age, but not Death. Many have tried to escape their own passing, but never succeeded. Attempting to cheat Death is like trying to run away from one’s own shadow. Resistance, as it is often said, is completely and utterly futile.

With the evidence of Death, its presence and the indisputable power it has, people have come to fear it over the generations. The superficial loathe it while the superstitious admire it. The dying lay weeping on their deathbed, praying Death would never come. Surprisingly, it is only at the advent of their demise that they finally reconcile with the days of their past tense. They cling desperately to the precipice of Life, knowing they’re destined to fall. Whatever flicker of Life they possessed would eventually by extinguished by the cold hand of Death itself. Those remaining will stand ever watchful, ever woeful of the inescapable shadow that haunts us all.

It is both strange and meaningless to converse over one’s fear of Death. One can only waste precious time doing so, for Death would surely draw ever closer, nearer with greater cadence. Anticipation rarely helps. Death, being the cunning caretaker it is, is always in contention for surprises. It could come at any moment; at any time or any place. Such is its unpredictable nature. It will, however, abide by the very laws and rules set forth since its own creation. Death harbors no ill-will in its taking of Life. Despite its rebuke, as many have passed to curse it so, Death will always remain silent. It never speaks. It never listens.

Old Age, on the other hand, will sometimes grant what many refer to as “mercy.” On occasion, Old Age has the tendency to turn a blind eye to a select few. Those fortunate have aged gracefully, while others have not. Some haven’t even the slightest of wrinkles. Others have worn away, the youth sifted through the sands of Time. Like Death, plenty attempt to evade the clutches of Old Age. There exist such things as “foundation,” “mascara,” and “aging cream.” Such makeup can oftentimes mask but never truly hide one’s age. One may hide away from Old Age, but they can never hide away from Death.

In later years, reminiscing is a dangerous endeavor. Complacency over faded beauty or missed opportunities influences regret. More Time is wasted, thinking about the memories of the past. Memories exist for two reasons, to be looked back upon, typically with fond or unfeeling emotions, or learned from, as a Life lesson. Anything otherwise could be nothing more than a simple inability to move on. At the end of such unhealthy recollections, Old Age and Death are already at the doorstep.

But fear not, for they are never present for bad tidings. Though many regard them to be so, Death and Old Age are nothing more than dear reminders. With Old Age, an appreciation for the beauty you had then and now can be fully reimbursed. One look in a mirror can do that. Take care of the body, and perhaps Old Age may be just as forgiving. Apart from that, and the impeccable splendor of beauty could just as easily turn into a devious obsession with superficiality, leading to uncertainty and depression. Death, besides that, will come to remind everyone what it means to treasure Life. With Life, Death is never too distant. A death of a loved one is usually, if not always, tragic. While tears may be shed for their passing, it should be taken to heart. Every moment spent alive should not be taken for granted; it should be treasured. And no one should fear Death, either. It is inevitable, just as the sun is sure to rise as it does set. Be comforted knowing that Life is still present, for who knows, perhaps Death is just around the corner.

Happy New Years.