I'm Retarded...

I've mentioned before how I've been made fun of for drawing some of my boards horribly off-model, and the latest freelance is no exception.

Here we have an example of what the show I'm currently freelancing on looks like:




















And here we have an example of my weird take on their style:

















Model sheets? Screw 'em.

I apparently am going to do whatever I want and hope for the best. At least I'm having fun with my drawing shorthand.

Ah, the hilarity.



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Over Thanksgiving weekend I stumbled across and became obsessed with the Ovation network's Andy Warhol's Factory People marathon while I recovered from my Annual Throwing Out My Back During November mini-crisis.

When I was in my late teens/early twenties I LOVED Andy Warhol's work. I remember writing a paper for one of my art classes in college comparing the popular impact of Warhol to Raphael in each on their contemporary bretheren. I got an "A" on that mutha, btw.

Then I studied more art and became disillusioned with Warhol and thought he was an opportunist. I still think that, but sometimes being an opportunist is pretty fucking awesome, because having that type of timing is an art in and of itself. It made him bank, that's for damn sure.

Did he get satisfaction from it? Hard to tell.

It seemed that he didn't have much in the way of lifelong friends...you look at the biographies of the Factory People and it seems that very few if any lasted longer than a few years before they were gone from Warhol's scene for one reason or another.

I think that's where I get Warhol...I've known some people for a long time but in a way I haven't kept many lifelong friends. That coldness is what I respond to in Warhol's work, for better or worse.

But he managed to create and hold a scene, which is an accomplishment for someone who came across as a helpless nerd. Way to go, Andy! He knew how to pick 'em, gawd bless him: