Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Week 36: The Man in Black

 The year is 1969....1970ish. I'm 7 years old, it's a Saturday morning and after a healthy dose of Saturday cartoons, I sit at the breakfast table eating a bowl of cereal. My step dad, Bud comes walking into the kitchen. A big guy ( at least to a puny, skinny scrawny kid like me.)... Dark hair slicked back, decent size chops growing and climbing down his face, an inch or two below his ear lobes. He sits next to me as mom finishes up making breakfast...maybe scrambled or fried eggs. Some toast, the background playing on the radio that sits on top of the fridge Johnny Cash Walk the Line plays on WGAR and life seems ...okay.....
It's a time before cordless or cell phones, pagers, call waiting, call forwarding, no laptops, desktops, tablets. 6 channels on the T.V....7 if you caught it on the right cable yet. No video games...
 Thinking back now it seemed a simpler time...guys dress a bit cooler. Men still dressed sharp...not every other person had a baseball cap on...and there was the guy. This man in black...he seemed bigger than life and my parents watched his shows and listed to his music through most of my younger years. It wasn't till years later that I grew to appreciate Mr. Cash's music. Really listen to the words...He sung of brawlers, jilted lovers, murderers...gunslingers. I own most...if not all of his music. His cover stuff..Danzigs "13", Sprinsteens "Further on up the Road", Reznors "Hurt" and a slew of others...are just incredible.
 Last two things...One, I'm not sure if I'm attracted to the music, the man or the feeling the music gives me. Reminding me of that bygone time...simpler time. And two...the saddest thought is at some time we'll run out of music the The Man in Black wrote or recorded.
 Join us at the Rust Belt Monster Collective as we pay homage to The Man and his music.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Round 34: Surrender the Booty!!!

I must have drawn that stupid pirate...turtle...sweet cuddly bear hundreds of times. But I never ordered the course. I did however have a cousin who did...and they were nice enough to turn some of the course books over to me...I think I still have a few of them laying about. Anyway...I dig pirates...and robots...and explosions. And da there you have it.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Round 35: The Croak Dream

Adventure Time is a show about a boy and his talking, infinitely malleable dog and their adventures in a world filled with talking candy creatures, monsters, heroes, sentient flora and fauna, farts, giggly humor, good times and it occasionally tackles topics like DEATH.  Not just death, but love, relationships, duty, honor , friendship.  It's all woven in there, difficulties of being human acted out by talking animals and people made of candy.  It doesn't talk down to it's viewers of any age and that's why I like it.
This image is inspired by the episode, "The New Frontier" which is tied for my favorite with the episode, "Thank You".  So get out there and enjoy some good cartoons and thanks for stopping by!

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Round 34: Tippy Falls on Hard Times

What with his star fading, it was only a matter of time before "Tippy" would fall on hard times.  No matter what happens to the Art Institute's star model, please remember him for his accomplishments and not his numerous assault charges.

See work in progress shots at my personal blog: NeedYourDisease

Friday, February 8, 2013

Round 35: Adventure Time!!

Sweet babies, What time is it? ...Time for the RBMC to unleash some algebraic fan-art on to the land of Ooo. Shmowzow!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Round 34: Just pile 'em up anywhere

What happens to all those old tests?  Pile 'em up!  Imagine the piles and piles of Tippy, Pirate and Cubby drawings through the years.  The fire risk alone is incredibly staggering!  
This isn't the first time I thought strange thoughts about these characters, OH NO!  In the spring of last year these characters invaded our first  RBMC collaboration.

It seems they are inescapable, once you draw them you are DOOMED to draw them again.