Ironic Commando, Part 4

How ironic that I would make two horizontal panels on this page after not making horizontal panels before in this comic. Especially since I said "I will never draw horizontal panels in this comic" beforehand.



There aint much to this page, as there's two panels with nuthin' but black. That coincided quite nicely with Christmas week, wherein I had little time to work. Paint bucket is my hero.

I guess we're at the halfway point of Ironic Commando. I think I can get the rest of John's script in three or four pages, unless he makes an alternate ending or something. The irony could be that Nathan wore his sunglasses when there's broad daylight. Wait, that's not ironic, it's just stupidity.

Christmas EVE

'Nuff said.

Christmas Nazis

I just want to make it clear that Dad and I do not condone the action of Nazis, whether they be of the Christmas variety or otherwise. Peace on Earth, but no good will toward Nazis.



Every year, my Dad only asks that I do a drawing for him as a Christmas gift, and every year I begrudgingly comply. I figured I'd make it easy for myself and make this year's drawing one of the regular weekly comics. Which means Dad can't look at this blog until after Christmas, lest he spoil the surprise. Dad, if you're reading this on Christmas day or afterward, Merry Christmas, I love you. If it's before Christmas, you're a dirty rotten liar and I hate you.

And happy holidays to whomever may be reading this blog! Knowing that some people may like my work is the best gift of all!... Well, second best gift, after the new MacBook Pro my parents just got me.

A Real Tree

Not that kind of tree.



This was my first sculpture project, wherein we had to take a wooden chair, disassemble it, and put it back together in some artsy way. I figured I could make a sad attempt to bring the wood back from whence it came, and it worked out great, as it's a sad attempt in both subject and artistic talent.

The bottom pic is a detail shot of the pot end. Not that kind of pot.

The End, Question Mark?

How sad. The only animals who'll talk to me at home are the stray cats, and they're a bunch of a$sholes.



Well, my last semester at college ends Tuesday, and I get to begin the first day of the rest of my life... whatever that means. I'm sure my BA in art will be put to good use in the bowling alley I've been working at for the past several years, but I guess I gotta look for something a little more appropriate. And thus starts the search of Disney internships.

Grad Students are Weird

If any grad students are reading this, I mean no harm, and I'm very sorry... that you're so weird.



Since the semester and my college education is coming to a close, I figure I should start posting some of the more artsy stuff that I've just finished for my classes. And what better segue than to start with a painting with me and that talking squirrel?! This work is an obvious spoof/rip-off of the Penny Arcade book, Birds are Weird. In my opinion, it aint that great, as it was the first I did this semester, and we only had one week to finish a painting before our first critique, thus the lack of a setting and talent.

Ironic Commando, Part 3

Someone crack open a window, we're cookin' some irony.



This page is slightly better than the previous, probably cuz it has a female and they're more fun to draw. That, and it has blood and bone crushing in it. Still kinda wonky though. Look how weird Nathan's back looks in the third panel. What's that?! That's crap! If he had a bean shaped body and were two and a half heads tall, I'd make him look freakin' adequate!