Friday, August 26, 2005

illustration friday: dreams

For my first attempt at Illustration Friday, I thought I'd use a piece I did a while back. Yeah, I know I'm a lazy bastard who couldn't get off his ass for a quick second to create something new beacuse I was too preoccupied with staring at the wall, but hey, I'm ok with it. It's called procrastination, baby, and I'm mariniating in it. Anyhoo, this illo of mine was inspired by a thought of a dream.

And this is an illo commission I did of Dream, from Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. Now if you will excuse me, I have some wall staring to do.

all images © 2005 Erwin Haya, unless otherwise noted.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

comic-con sketches

It's a month after the fact, but I thought I'd post a few sketches I did for the good folks who came by my table at this years Comic-Con.

Unfortunately I wasn't able to take much flicks of all the sketches I did this year. It's not that I was ill-prepared. OK, maybe just a bit. But I believe that the fates conspired against me. Must be karma for all the times I used the bathroom and, instead of washing my hands, I just ran the water to simulate the effect of actually washing my hands. Go figure.

Anyhoo, Jenn and I had just moved to our new place in San Diego. Awesome place, if we had electricity. You see, there was a mishap with the electric company and the place had no power. And the next available appointment to get it switched on was the following Thursday. We had arrived on a Friday evening, making it about a week ahead of us with no freakin' electricity! Luckily we had running water, just no hot water. So what can you do without electricity? Well, you can't watch TV. You can't bake cookies. You can't take a dump at night. And you can't use your Mac to finish prints you'll be selling at the upcoming Comic-Con and print them out. The only ounce of electricity we had was the car battery, which we used to charge our cell phones while we aimlessly drove around uncharted territory. Until the car battery died. Don't let the size of a car battery fool you. Those damn things way a freakin' ton! Especially when you got to haul the fucking thing on a forty-five minute hike back home. Of course, it was no problem for these guns of mine (kisses biceps).

In the end, we prevailed. It was a true test of character. A week later, as I was on my way out to the first day of the Con, I realized something strange about the place I parked my truck. It seemed kinda empty. So I walked closer hoping that it may magically appear, but clearly it wasn't there. Turns out it got towed. Towed for not having one of those resident parking stickers that I should have had on but didn't because I had no idea I needed one since the security guard at the front kept waving me in every time I drove by as if I lived there and knew all the rules but clearly didn't since I had no sticker and I could have been some random guy about to rob some poor bastards house because the security guard whose salary is being paid for by our home owners monthly payment just waved me in, without a sticker! Do you see where this is all fucked up? I ended up arriving at the con 4 hours late after paying $150 to get my truck back.

So what's the moral of this story? Wash your hands after you use the bathroom. Every time.

all images © 2005 Erwin Haya, unless otherwise noted.

Monday, August 22, 2005

inaugural dump

I've been in this creative funk lately. It's not that I can't think of anything to create, my head is filled with ideas on top of ideas on top of more ideas on top of Jessica Alba in that cowgirl outfit from Sin City playing Halo 2. The problem is I just can't get them out, and that I have the attention span of a 4 year old. I once took an online test to find out if I had adult ADD, but I ended up searching for the world's biggest pair of pants half way through it. Anyhoo, There seems to be a block somewhere between my brain and my drawing hand. And I can't figure out what it is. Artistically I'm constipated. It's some sort of dysfunction that settled in my head while I was asleep. It's a freakin' bug and it's laying eggs in my skull! And now my pencil is flacid! Flacid! I can't get it up and I know this is just all in my head. So I figured I needed some kind of an outlet, a commode if you will, where I can just dump all the crap in my head. The good shit and the bad, whatever it may be. Basically I now have a place to freely create whatever the hell I feel like, post whatever pictures of myself I took in the bathroom, or just ramble on about why some people just shouldn't be driving on the road, let alone be allowed to procreate. So this is it. Like Viagra for that little piece of my brain that controls the in and out motion of my imagination. Wait, did I say little? Well I meant well endowed. Ok, it's huge.

all images © 2005 Erwin Haya, unless otherwise noted.