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Eric Blumrich (Mr. Ploppy) —2/2 >
I took a break from the Kafka story to commemorate the long-overdue release of the first compendium of the english translation of "Avant L'Incal"- the prequel to Jodorowsky/Mobius's landmark "Incal" epic. I had forgotten how much I had enjoyed the original series, and this new release reminded me of the sheer genius of it all (foremost of which, I must admit, was Moebius's great artwork, with none of his downright horrible writing.)
Since it's been a few years, I decided to update my "portrait" photo. Here I am along with 3,000 folks listening to Ralph Nader tell it like it is. You can always spot me at a demo- I'm the only one there in a suit...
A rough little sketch done for a buddy. Not much new there- but I thought it worth an upload...
"The Bucketrider" was a Franz Kafka Short Story that I Illustrated a few years back for Huzzah- I never posted them to Yerf, as I didn't want to cut into Dwight's profits. However, the issue in which it appeared has been sold out for quite some time, and I felt moved to post it here for your perusal. I'm currently illustrating a new Kafka story, but it'll take a while to complete (apologies for only posting the last half of the story yesterday- I thought it wouldn't post those last five until I hit "rebuild." Ah, well- it's all here now, and far less confusing...
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page 10- I'm afraid of Americans...
Something that was previously posted to /binary... An artistic reminiscence of the toilets that I encountered during my trip to europe earlier this year... The true purpose of this post is to inform one and all that my site will be no more as of next week- the server that has carried my site for well onto four years now has decided to slide into oblivion, so I'm now looking into actually registering my own domain. Only time will tell.
God bless America...
A variation on a theme, I know, I know... I may not get many original ideas, but at least I'm DRAWIN', again... Shut up, Jose- I'm working on your picture...
Seems all I can post nowadays are sketchbook fillin's- Two of these were posted on Binary, but have since been cleaned up quite a bit. For a while there, I was intent on posting here or binary once a week- it could keep my "regular" (for lack of a better term), but needless to say, the past two weeks have been extraordinary. Here's hoping I can have something up here next week...
More sketchbook stuff. I've been trying to pull myself out of a slump, and have taken to practicing my basic anatomy and pancil technique. This has been spurred by the recent descovery of Cristian Goss's "The Red Star"- one of the few truly visually inspiring comics I've seen in years...
assorted stuff from my sketchbook- that's pretty much the only venue for my rapidly diminishing output... Blame ala those fine video game makers for creating such quality products (that, and a real job...)
Another variant on Schlarmann's character- Schmendrick.
Just a small gaggle of sketches of one of Alex Schlarmann's character, Schmendrick- If you don't know who Al Schlarmann is- hide your eyes in SHAME! He's the best inker this genre has, today.
Another warmed-over sketch from the bowells of one of my sketchbooks.
Woo! Lookit me- first dang thing I've been able to coax out of my head since anthrocon! Who knows- in a few months, I might actually break out the watercolors again!
Various Incarnations of "sushi bug"- someone else's project that I couldn't keep my nose out of. While the concept of combining Insects and sushi in a promotional campaign may strike a chord in the vast heartland of America, where sushi rides high in the saddle (montana- thy name be Wasabi Vaterland!) I have never been one to question the marketing instincts of those who demonstrate superior skill to mine... Kan Pei, Hsaio-Jen!
This strip is brought to you by the letters IRS. Wahhhhhh!
No more the servants of the weak devoid of thought or light to seek. I'll leave no walls, no stone unturned. Every tower to be razed to the dust from which it came. None will be spared, no remnant saved. Are you ashamed, are you afraid, of the gods and idols you have made? Did you think you would be saved by the gods and idols you have made?
Broomshanka
More sketchbook drizzings to jam up wavelength...
As I was referring to in figure A, there is a definite perceptable cuvature, which could lead to numerous problems in both marketing, and post-manufacture quality control. Look at my sketches.
When I kicked the butt habit two weeks back, my brain left with it. It hasn't been fun, and the advice I get from pink-lunged neophytes who have never had to kick a habit more severe that chronic nose-picking has been about as useful as it is qualified. One day, I shall cross-hatch once more. Excelsior!