Believe me, it soon will be.
Awesomesaurus
Posted in drawing, random shit with tags art, awesome, dinosaurs, drawing, inking, pencil, t-rex on January 20, 2011 by icanfuckingartWhere the Fuck Have I Been?
Posted in random shit with tags art, cartoon, pencils on January 17, 2011 by icanfuckingartSexiest hand in the world.
Posted in drawing with tags art, drawing, hands, human body, ian marasigan, kathy monson, pencils, photo reference on June 16, 2010 by icanfuckingartSo Kathy demands I show proof that it’s really my hand I’ve been drawing.
It’s only fair. Maybe I’ve had six fingers all this time and I’ve only been drawing five. Or maybe I haven’t been drawing my hand at all. Maybe — I’ve been drawing yours.
…Whoa.
Foreshortening: WTF!?
Posted in drawing, theory with tags art, art theory, drawing, foreshortening, hands, human body, pencils, thumbs on June 8, 2010 by icanfuckingartI’m not gay. I’m pretty sure of that. My girlfriend’s pretty sure of that. She makes me pretty sure of that. The kind of sure that never makes me wonder how sure I am. That kind of sure.
But if I’m so sure, then why are my fingers starting to look like penises man pencils? And what does “foreshortening” have to do with my penises fingers?
Guest Art: Caryn Ortiz
Posted in drawing, guest art with tags art, dinosaurs, drawing, guest, hands, human body, inking, pencils, photoshop, surreal, t-rex, violence on June 6, 2010 by icanfuckingart
Anticipating my failure at drawing proper open palms, Caryn sketched her own hand .
Coming from a woman without any artistic background (other than hanging from a metal bar and calling it dancing), this is pretty awesome for a first try. But there’s still a lot of room for improvement.
Click the cut to see how I improved on the drawing.
Open Palms: Bad drawings = bad puns
Posted in drawing with tags art, contours, drawing, hands, human body, inking, pencil on June 5, 2010 by icanfuckingartWhen I was a young lad feeding from my mother’s teat (that means boobs for all of you in the 1st grade), she told me I was destined for great things.
Great things, she said. Though she didn’t tell me what those things would be, I’ve become pretty sure they wouldn’t have anything to do with drawing open palms.
Unless she was referring to sucking teats. ‘Cause I do that like a pro. I sucked on her so hard she lost weight and married my father. They had four kids and lived happily ever after. Without me, of course, because I was born out of wedlock. That or I had alien hands.
Click the jump to find out what the hell I’m talking about.










