Collab-ed With A Friend To Make These, Probably Into Standees (we Hope). They Were Supposed To Be Charms

Basically every artist I know (including myself) bemoans that they need to practice drawing backgrounds, but then never DOES it… so I’m setting aside a week to do just that! Background Blitz Week will run from March 25th to March 31st, 2018 and has the following goals:

draw to completion at least one environment a day

learn how to ration time and figure out what you can realistically accomplish in a single day’s drawing

learn what you like and dislike about environment drawing– savor the good bits, and learn how to speed up the parts you hate so you spend less time doing them

If you’re into daily themes, here’s a good starter list:

wilderness

garden

urban

room

market

roadways

restaurant

But if you have environments for a specific world or story you want to work on then feel free to make your own specialized list, like I’ll be doing. Tag your work with #BackgroundBlitz if you’d like to share with everyone else!

I love it!!!=D

@sermonmonsters

Headcanon full bodies! Make it happen. >:O

Me and Sonic on a night out.

Wow, this one is not even much weirder than my usual content!😅I participated in a drawing contest by the german singer/songwriter @alligatoahinfarbe 🐊This is the quote my illustration goes with: ...Der Himmel hatte rötliche Streifen wie bei gereizter Haut/ Als hätt‘ er dem Abend zugerufen „Los, peitsch mich aus!“...

I saw this red corduroy jacket at the store a time ago, and just had to draw it.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-GQDCtt1Vk)

On Intellectuals

Many watching my showclaim they are intellectuals.

Is it true? Well.

Let me tell you a little something.

Do you know who came up with the phrase, “Wubba lubba dub dub”? I’ll tell you.

I’d just come home from a long night in the office. It had been a disaster. Everything was falling apart. No one could agree on a good catchphrase for Rick. Dan and I were fighting. The show’s cancellation was even brought up as a possibility. Tears were streaming down my face as I stepped onto the train to ride back home.

I sat down on a seat and couldn’t contain a few miserable sobs. A man sitting next to me shifted in his seat.

“Young man, I know that look all too well,” he explained. I looked up at him from aside, puzzled. “What?” I asked.

“You know… Back at my home; we had a phrase we would say. It was Wubba Lubba Dub Dub, and it meant you were in great pain. I can feel that you are in great pain as well, my child.”

The bus went silent.

I stood up. “That’s it!” I exclaimed. “I know what I have to do… Thank you, sir…”

The silence was broken after a moment by a small girl standing up and clapping. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the passengers also began to put down their things and clap. Some even whistled. I called my lover Dan and explained to him as we all cheered and celebrated.

Before I got off at my stop, I stopped once more.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll never forget your wisdom.”

He pulled down his newspaper ever so slightly and winked at me with those two, knowing eyes.

It was then that I saw his face for the first time.

That man?

Was Albert Einstein.