Wednesday, February 18, 2009


I'm mildly embarrassed about that title, but I couldn't think of anything better.

Theseus and the Minotaur.

For my Illustration Concepts II class, we had to put a spin on an old myth or folk tale. This is Theseus as a matador, after conquering a massive minotaur. Obviously, Theseus is cool enough to get away with just a bloody nose, a mussed collar and a model-scowl. In my previous post, you can see a sketch for the other myth I was considering (human/cyborg Hermaphroditus).

In other news, the awesome Charm City Roller Girls and their art director, Katy Clark, are using my "Let Them Eat Skate" illustration for an upcoming poster. I'll upload the final poster after I see it at this weekend's bout, which I will be attending as a first-time viewer. Check out the Charm City Roller Girls website for more details and Flickr for some completely insane photos of the girls in action.

Lastly, two of my pieces were accepted by the Society of Illustrators Student Competition. The Interrobang group shot and the Virgin Suicides cover (second image) will be in the exhibition and catalog this year. This was my first time entering and I don't really know what to say about this, so I'll leave it alone for now, for fear of sounding like an idiot. Congratulations to everyone that got in (see: MICA peers; all institutions).

Thursday, February 12, 2009


February Sketches.

Surprise! Sketches. Lots of pencil and no real explanations as to why both ladies have their heads tilted at similar angles. I guess the left one stemmed from having Rocky Horror Picture Show on the brain because I'm playing Magenta in an upcoming shadow cast production. It's going to be interesting, since I'm the type that wears knee-high socks under pants for maximum protection against ankle exposure. And the lady on the right has an eyepatch because I gave up on fixing her eyeshadow on that side. I grant you full permission to create an infinitely cooler background story; it won't be difficult.


And this was for a myth re-telling assignment. I originally wanted to do a cyborg version of the Hermaphroditus myth (cyborg in lieu of a nymph, obviously), but the professor told me to go with my other sketch, which depicted a massive minotaur and Theseus as a super-surly matador. So this Hermaphroditus sketch probably won't become any more realized, unfortunately. Fingers crossed the Theseus illustration won't be too horrible to share online. I should note that I'm currently coloring it and Theseus has magenta tights. Gather your own conclusions.

By the way, did you know I'm on Twitter? 'Cause I am (@anniew).

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Sewer Fashion: Goldfish.

I'm taking a fashion/lifestyle illustration class this semester, and our first assignment was to illustrate a location and appropriate designer clothes on some sexy people. Fair enough. I chose the NYC sewers because I'm a complete idiot. It was between that or mod England in the 60s and I went for the most unsexy of all unsexy places, but whatever. It was a challenge.

Sewer Fashion: Alligators.

I did four illustrations in all but I only liked these two. The first features a 2007 Alexander McQueen and a bunch of dead goldfish, the second has two surly looking people wearing an odd mix of designers, plummeting through the pipes with a not-so-baby alligator. I was super-excited about this assignment and wish I had more time to work on it, but I got sick over the weekend and wasn't up to drawing anything pretty in my snotty state.

And now for a bunch of news regarding comics: I finally started Runaways and finished the first three volumes with record speed. It was a lot of fun, just like everything else Brian K. Vaughan does (I'm convinced the man saved Lost; bow to him). I then read the first four volumes of Scott Pilgrim, which were fantastic. I'm incredibly excited to see what Edgar Wright can do with the movie version of this.

I'm also feeling kind of down about not going to New York Comic-Con this weekend because I've gone for the past two years. If you see any people you know I extra-like around the convention center, please make them feel uncomfortable for me. Give some of those [adult swim] guys a completely uninvited, jaunty lapdance, bellow a dirty joke in Huttese to every slave Leia cosplayer you see, do what you gotta do. Just make the folks around the Javits Center feel like I'm still there, weirding people out. I'd really appreciate it.