The Rhône.

Estragon: Do you remember the day I threw myself into the Rhône?
Vladimir: We were grape-harvesting.
Estragon: You fished me out.
Vladimir: That’s all dead and buried.
Estragon: My clothes dried in the sun.

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You ought to see my new mind… it’s up there in lights..

Dr. Edward Morbius: In times long past, this planet was the home of a mighty, noble race of beings who called themselves the Krell. Ethically and technologically they were a million years ahead of humankind, for in unlocking the mysteries of nature they had conquered even their baser selves, and when in the course of eons they had abolished sickness and insanity, crime and all injustice, they turned, still in high benevolence, upwards towards space. Then, having reached the heights, this all-but-divine race perished in a single night, and nothing was preserved above ground.

Panorama.

A few months ago I got commissioned by Dumbsaint an instrumental metal band based in Sydney, Australia; to illustrate and design there new upcoming album for vinyl. We’ve been friends for a while via Instagram and still maintain contact. However, due to reasons beyond my control and time constraints on their end, the illustrations fell thru. Eh, it happens!

The idea, whilst not initially explained to the band, was taken from an earlier sketch of a man in-front of a void. I manipulated that, blew it up and made him stand profile view in front of a pupil that was just about to grow larger from the contraction of darkness.That darkness can then be seen on the right side of the frame as psychotic transformation if you will. I must make point, this illustration was meant to be continuous, yes the right side connects with the left side creating one perfect eyeball.

The music is super heavy, like a mish-mash between This Will Destroy you and Sleepmakeswaves. While I’m not a massive fan of the post-instrumental drone genre, Dumbsaint are definitely one of a kind. Their music is not the integral part of the process. Indeed for every EP and album they have released a film is accompanied. Neat hey!

This new album, which can be found here: https://dumbsaint.bandcamp.com/
My favourite tracks are definitely 3 and 4.

My illustrations for the record and just in general can be found here:
http://instagram.com/dusoodoo

Now while the illustrations weren’t used, I am prioritizing the gatefold interiors, covers and sleeves I specifically drew for other means. Hopefully with the help of this blog over time I’ll be able to transpire into further specifics.

But just to stir yo noodle. Here was what was going to be the interior.

Works done on Stonehenge paper using Copic and Micron markers 0.05,0.1,0.03, 0.2, 0.5 and 0.8

The Eye of The World.

Rand turned about in one spot, staring. Staring at his own image thrown back at him a thousandfold. Ten thousandfold. Above was blackness, and blackness below, but all around him stood mirrors, mirrors set at every angle, mirrors as far as he could see, all showing him, crouched and turning, staring wide-eyed and frightened.

A red blur drifted across the mirrors. He spun, trying to catch it, but in every mirror it drifted behind his own image and vanished. Then it was back again, but not as a blur. Ba’alzamon strode across the mirrors, ten thousand Ba’alzamons, searching, crossing and re-crossing the silvery mirrors.

He found himself staring at the reflection of his own face, pale and shivering in the knife-edge cold. Ba’alzamon’s image grew behind his, staring at him; not seeing, but staring still. In every mirror, the flames of Ba’alzamon’s face raged behind him, enveloping, consuming, merging. He wanted to scream, but his throat was frozen. There was only one face in those endless mirrors. His own face. Ba’alzamon’s face. One face.

Gods of Kobol, bless you, Zack Snyder,

It’s been a long time coming, and I’m proud to announce, that the comic book genre may have just been re-invented. For us comic book and graphic novel cunts out there, we are finally finally glad. No more Disney, no more shit.

If you haven’t already, and I sincerely hope that you have-

please, please look at the latest Superman v Batman: Dawn of Justice trailer. You don’t have to be a comic book fan to appreciate solid directing and a crystalline view into superheros.Thank you Mr Snyder, for finally doing what the comic book industry should have done 30 odd years ago.

PS. 1080 it. You wont be disappointed.

The Nine Billion Names of God.

He began to sing, but gave it up after a while. This vast arena of mountains, gleaming like whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not encourage such ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.

“Should be there in an hour,” he called back over his shoulder to Chuck. Then he added, in an afterthought: “Wonder if the computer’s finished its run. It was due about now.” Chuck didn’t reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just see Chuck’s face, a white oval turned toward the sky. “Look,” whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out. (Arthur C. Clarke)

Doctor! Doctor!

Clemens: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?
Ripley: I’m on medication.
Clemens: Hardly.
Ripley: What kind of religion?
Clemens: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh…
Ripley: Right.
Clemens: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.
Ripley: How did you get this wonderful assignment?
Clemens: How do you like your new haircut?
Ripley: It’s okay.