Emissary#4 Art
Hey! is been a long time since I posted anything, here are some pages from issue#4, Angel Martin has to color them though.I think next week the delaes issue #2 will be on the shops, I hope you guys get it.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Hey! is been a long time since I posted anything, here are some pages from issue#4, Angel Martin has to color them though.I think next week the delaes issue #2 will be on the shops, I hope you guys get it.
dogmeatsausage con sketchey
a sketch i did at the comic con. mora is a future cover concept, i want to paint it when i get a chance to blow it up
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Task Force 1... the trailer
For those viewing through news feed readers (and can't see the trailer), you can find it here.
Special thanks to Jason Chalker for his help in bringing this trailer to life.
~Jeffery Stevenson
Writer, TASK FORCE 1
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Jimmie Robinson; Sound of Silence
It's that time. Time for the sound of silence.
San Diego Comic Convention International is here. Time for folks to pack bags, stand in airports, check fluids, tire pressure and arrange house sitters. But it's also a time of division. The ones who GO and those left behind. This year I'm left behind. I'll pick up my pro badge with the online surfers scouting newswires for announcements, panel transcripts, and of course... crazy pics of Elvis Storm troopers and booth babes.
The silence is where the majority experience SDCC. Most East Coasters never make it. They've heard about the insane crowds, the new Hollywood love affair, the parties & previews. I was in that circuit for 5 solid years during the late 1990s into the 2000s. I was self-publishing my comic, CyberZone. Barely covering 700+ on my Diamond Orders - but yet, paying thousands of dollars for a corner booth in the Independent Pavilion just to rub elbows with the right people. Plus, it was great tax write-off. I had a decent paying day-job at the time. Well, things have changed a lot since then.
But this year I'm not going. I did plan it, though. Marked my calendar. Turned in my Pro Registration. A friend even offered space on his hotel room floor. But deadlines hit, life hit, and my cats are still looking at me funny.
Plenty of Image folks will be going though. B.C.Moore, Mike Bullock, Erik Larsen, azad
, Ivan Brandon, Geoff Thorne, Fresco, J-La, Greg T, WyA, Joe Keating, Jim Valentino, Kris Simon, Juan Ferreyra, Jeffery Stevens... and a ton of people I'm forgetting off the top of my head. They'll have a good time. (forgive me if I got your names wrong).
But for the rest of us... for one week... enjoy the silence.
Meanwhile, I'm still doing pencils on more Bomb Queen. But I hate the heat. It's a dry heat, too. Mike Bullock said his region was floating in the 100+ temps. So San Diego will be coat weather for him. However, unlike Mike, I can't work on the face of the sun, so I'm doing my art at night.
I'll post some pencils in my next entry. Discuss the points of my art style, how I work, the tricks, and the cheats.
After all, what else is there to do... in the silence?
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I am NOT attempting to take over the Image Blog. In fact, I was under the impression my lil' Image artist posts would be lost in the mix. Just another flavor on the cone. It is a blog after all. Plenty of comic stuff happens everyday so why not spread the love? But I am wondering where my fellow Image creators are about these days. Oh wait.... the silence. Perhaps we'll have a few Storm Troopers for company.
San Diego Comic Convention International is here. Time for folks to pack bags, stand in airports, check fluids, tire pressure and arrange house sitters. But it's also a time of division. The ones who GO and those left behind. This year I'm left behind. I'll pick up my pro badge with the online surfers scouting newswires for announcements, panel transcripts, and of course... crazy pics of Elvis Storm troopers and booth babes.
The silence is where the majority experience SDCC. Most East Coasters never make it. They've heard about the insane crowds, the new Hollywood love affair, the parties & previews. I was in that circuit for 5 solid years during the late 1990s into the 2000s. I was self-publishing my comic, CyberZone. Barely covering 700+ on my Diamond Orders - but yet, paying thousands of dollars for a corner booth in the Independent Pavilion just to rub elbows with the right people. Plus, it was great tax write-off. I had a decent paying day-job at the time. Well, things have changed a lot since then.
But this year I'm not going. I did plan it, though. Marked my calendar. Turned in my Pro Registration. A friend even offered space on his hotel room floor. But deadlines hit, life hit, and my cats are still looking at me funny.
Plenty of Image folks will be going though. B.C.Moore, Mike Bullock, Erik Larsen, azad
, Ivan Brandon, Geoff Thorne, Fresco, J-La, Greg T, WyA, Joe Keating, Jim Valentino, Kris Simon, Juan Ferreyra, Jeffery Stevens... and a ton of people I'm forgetting off the top of my head. They'll have a good time. (forgive me if I got your names wrong).
But for the rest of us... for one week... enjoy the silence.
Meanwhile, I'm still doing pencils on more Bomb Queen. But I hate the heat. It's a dry heat, too. Mike Bullock said his region was floating in the 100+ temps. So San Diego will be coat weather for him. However, unlike Mike, I can't work on the face of the sun, so I'm doing my art at night.
I'll post some pencils in my next entry. Discuss the points of my art style, how I work, the tricks, and the cheats.
After all, what else is there to do... in the silence?
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NOTE:
======
I am NOT attempting to take over the Image Blog. In fact, I was under the impression my lil' Image artist posts would be lost in the mix. Just another flavor on the cone. It is a blog after all. Plenty of comic stuff happens everyday so why not spread the love? But I am wondering where my fellow Image creators are about these days. Oh wait.... the silence. Perhaps we'll have a few Storm Troopers for company.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Jimmie Robinson; Getting it done
The heat is on today.
Yesterday I was hoping to be saved from the weather, but the goddess of heat blessed us once again. Luckily, the AC is still kicking, and a floor and ceiling fan are keeping the room temps moderate. I've finished coloring on the first issue of the new Bomb Queen II series, and I'm back to the next stage - pencils on the next books. So I'm literally back to the drawing board.
Yesterday, I also made plans to visit the art store, since I was low on pencil leads. But as it turned out I found plenty in my art case. I love discoveries like this. So right after breakfast I load up the mechanical pencil and get to it. I'm working on double-size Strathmore 2-ply Bristol. I cut it in half and work from there.
I'm listening to the BBC radio on the computer as I work. BBC 7 to be precise. Comedy, drama, series, et. It's great stuff, and it doesn't divide my attention. I've been listening all year.
The sun starts the downward arc and there's a knock on the door. I step over the floor mats that used to be my cats and open it up. Lo' and behold my daughter is at the door. She's in "business" mode, which means she's got her mature face on. My daughter you see, is the female Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. She loves to live life in the hip-hop fast lane. You've seen this before; cool, hip, fashion magazine oriented, trendy street style. However, being that I raised her, she also has a head on her shoulders. Thus, she works at City Hall in local government on bond measures with council members in the world of politics. This duel lifestyle means she will appear at the door in either a straight up Forbes business outfit with a mature face, OR... the latest MTV TRL music video teen fashion that would make Bomb Queen blush.
Today she was in business mode.
"Daddy!" She loves to play the little girl, even at 22 years old. "Look, I got a new car!" Sure enough, over the sharp shoulders of her high business suit and gold loop earrings, was a shiny red-hot 4-door Dodge Intrepid in the drive way.
"Nicely done," I said, "and just how did you get that? Credit?" She told me the whole 9-yards about her raise of position and pay at City Hall, so she financed a new car... not to mention trips to the dentist, a new puppy and her $200+ full coverage car insurance.
"Well, you're on a roll", I said. She came inside for some bottled water and I sat back at the art table. Bomb Queen was looking up at me, and again, the body position wasn't right. Her boots just didn't match the perspective. I continued to talk while sitting down. We chatted a bit, but she was ready to hit the road and show off the car to all her friends. Hugs and all and off she went with a cell phone growing off her ear.
I fixed a bowl of ice cream. Out of the art flow now. So I open all the files on Bomb Queen and convert them into Jpegs and email them off to Jim Valentino and Kris Simon for approval. As a bonus I toss in the cover, inside covers, letters page, pin ups and even the cover on the next issue. Yes, I do a lot more than just 22 pages.
All that's done, and so is the ice cream. I look up and see the note to mail packages at the post office. I slap my forehead. It's after 7 PM. Well, doing it tomorrow then.
San Diego Comic Con is just hours away. Two days away - for Preview Night and all that.
Back to artwork now. Bomb Queen is looking better. Juan Ferreyra says I should try to add more line variation. His work on Shadowline's Emissary is top notch. And I had mentioned my linear art style. You know the deal, you always admire the other person's work and rip on your own.
When I get to the inking stage I'll give that a spin. I'm always interested in new ways to improve my art.
Jimmie Robinson
Bomb Queen
Yesterday I was hoping to be saved from the weather, but the goddess of heat blessed us once again. Luckily, the AC is still kicking, and a floor and ceiling fan are keeping the room temps moderate. I've finished coloring on the first issue of the new Bomb Queen II series, and I'm back to the next stage - pencils on the next books. So I'm literally back to the drawing board.
Yesterday, I also made plans to visit the art store, since I was low on pencil leads. But as it turned out I found plenty in my art case. I love discoveries like this. So right after breakfast I load up the mechanical pencil and get to it. I'm working on double-size Strathmore 2-ply Bristol. I cut it in half and work from there.
I'm listening to the BBC radio on the computer as I work. BBC 7 to be precise. Comedy, drama, series, et. It's great stuff, and it doesn't divide my attention. I've been listening all year.
The sun starts the downward arc and there's a knock on the door. I step over the floor mats that used to be my cats and open it up. Lo' and behold my daughter is at the door. She's in "business" mode, which means she's got her mature face on. My daughter you see, is the female Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. She loves to live life in the hip-hop fast lane. You've seen this before; cool, hip, fashion magazine oriented, trendy street style. However, being that I raised her, she also has a head on her shoulders. Thus, she works at City Hall in local government on bond measures with council members in the world of politics. This duel lifestyle means she will appear at the door in either a straight up Forbes business outfit with a mature face, OR... the latest MTV TRL music video teen fashion that would make Bomb Queen blush.
Today she was in business mode.
"Daddy!" She loves to play the little girl, even at 22 years old. "Look, I got a new car!" Sure enough, over the sharp shoulders of her high business suit and gold loop earrings, was a shiny red-hot 4-door Dodge Intrepid in the drive way.
"Nicely done," I said, "and just how did you get that? Credit?" She told me the whole 9-yards about her raise of position and pay at City Hall, so she financed a new car... not to mention trips to the dentist, a new puppy and her $200+ full coverage car insurance.
"Well, you're on a roll", I said. She came inside for some bottled water and I sat back at the art table. Bomb Queen was looking up at me, and again, the body position wasn't right. Her boots just didn't match the perspective. I continued to talk while sitting down. We chatted a bit, but she was ready to hit the road and show off the car to all her friends. Hugs and all and off she went with a cell phone growing off her ear.
I fixed a bowl of ice cream. Out of the art flow now. So I open all the files on Bomb Queen and convert them into Jpegs and email them off to Jim Valentino and Kris Simon for approval. As a bonus I toss in the cover, inside covers, letters page, pin ups and even the cover on the next issue. Yes, I do a lot more than just 22 pages.
All that's done, and so is the ice cream. I look up and see the note to mail packages at the post office. I slap my forehead. It's after 7 PM. Well, doing it tomorrow then.
San Diego Comic Con is just hours away. Two days away - for Preview Night and all that.
Back to artwork now. Bomb Queen is looking better. Juan Ferreyra says I should try to add more line variation. His work on Shadowline's Emissary is top notch. And I had mentioned my linear art style. You know the deal, you always admire the other person's work and rip on your own.
When I get to the inking stage I'll give that a spin. I'm always interested in new ways to improve my art.
Jimmie Robinson
Bomb Queen
Jimmie Robinson; the good times...
So I got a call to leave my lil' cave of making comics.
A friend was having an impromptu BBQ, asked if I wanted to join. This wasn't the first time he had called in regard to his BBQ sessions, but this time I was awake to hear the answering machine. So I figured, why not. Got dressed and all that jazz and packed a few grilling pieces of my own (didn't want to show up empty handed)
I get to the main intersection at the end of my street. Across the way there's a tree I've never seen before. Have I been indoors so long I didn't notice a huge tree growing down the block? Not just a little tree, but a nice size shade tree. Oh well...
I get to the BBQ... Derek, his wife, 1 year-old daughter, and a few friends, (Todd and Mark) are all in the backyard under the corrugated roof. Table, chairs, shade. Beer and drinks chillin'. The grill, about 15 feet away, is lightly smoking. The coals are turning white, perfect timing.
Tri-tip steaks are so thick if you add a few inches you could still milk it. I brought veggie burgers and Italian links. The sun was on the downside of the afternoon, and the offshore breeze from the Pacific was wafting over. Corn on the cob, and homemade potato salad joined us. Thick slices of Hot pepper Jack cheese melted on my burgers, topped with soft roasted onion buns.
These are the good times.
And better? Yep. This is not just any "Derek", but Derek McCulloch, writer of Image Comics "STAGGER LEE" 232 page graphic novel. The sun is still up, but not direct. We're talking "shop" and SDCC. Future projects and marketing. Publishing, wish lists, et. We've been friends for a while now. Through thick and thin. Before and after marriage and the baby and the new house and the book deals.
Derek's steak is cooked raw. No steak sauce needed when it's covered in blood. Mark and I talk video games - and why we need to stay away from them. Todd talks about cacti, where he just did some volunteer work. His wife talks about her job, the baby and the dog, Oso - a gentle giant of a husky mix. After BBQin', the dishes are put away and chairs are kicked under the table. Derek and I are still talking shop, but it's time to walk the dog, his wife joins us, and Todd, too. We all walk the neighborhood, the dog does his business, they clean up after him. Walking off the steaks and burgers we do a zigzag through the area. A college film crew is finishing a shoot in the area. Some folks have a garage sale at the end of the block. A round a bout with a mini-park in the middle has some teens hanging out, but they're all laughing and having a good time. Those who pass by us actually say,"Hey, what's up?" in a casual manner. The polar opposite of the "hanging out" style that their clothes suggest. Nice kids.
We get back to the house; everyone packs up the rest of the items.
These are the good times.
I go back to my oven baked Latin plaster stucco house. The cats look up at me. I can tell they're jealous again. They're house cats, after all. They want to go out. They know the world is wide open just beyond the giant door. I go through my email, forum sites, do a last check on the new Bomb Queen book. Make a note to show Jim and Kris. I pour a small glass of pomegranate cider. I drink it in the kitchen keeping it clear from my new Wacom stylus.
Now it's nighttime. The house begins to cool down slowly. Time for more work. Pencils, art, paper. I don't like the angle of Bomb Queen in the panel. I turn to the computer for reference. Nothing. I put the pencil down and check the lead. Only 2 leads in the mechanical pencil. None left.
I make a note to hit the art store tomorrow and mail stuff off to friends and readers.
I hope it's not hot again.
But that's for tomorrow.... for now, back to the art table and use up those last 2 non-photo blue pencil leads.
These are the good times.
Jimmie Robinson
Bomb Queen
A friend was having an impromptu BBQ, asked if I wanted to join. This wasn't the first time he had called in regard to his BBQ sessions, but this time I was awake to hear the answering machine. So I figured, why not. Got dressed and all that jazz and packed a few grilling pieces of my own (didn't want to show up empty handed)
I get to the main intersection at the end of my street. Across the way there's a tree I've never seen before. Have I been indoors so long I didn't notice a huge tree growing down the block? Not just a little tree, but a nice size shade tree. Oh well...
I get to the BBQ... Derek, his wife, 1 year-old daughter, and a few friends, (Todd and Mark) are all in the backyard under the corrugated roof. Table, chairs, shade. Beer and drinks chillin'. The grill, about 15 feet away, is lightly smoking. The coals are turning white, perfect timing.
Tri-tip steaks are so thick if you add a few inches you could still milk it. I brought veggie burgers and Italian links. The sun was on the downside of the afternoon, and the offshore breeze from the Pacific was wafting over. Corn on the cob, and homemade potato salad joined us. Thick slices of Hot pepper Jack cheese melted on my burgers, topped with soft roasted onion buns.
These are the good times.
And better? Yep. This is not just any "Derek", but Derek McCulloch, writer of Image Comics "STAGGER LEE" 232 page graphic novel. The sun is still up, but not direct. We're talking "shop" and SDCC. Future projects and marketing. Publishing, wish lists, et. We've been friends for a while now. Through thick and thin. Before and after marriage and the baby and the new house and the book deals.
Derek's steak is cooked raw. No steak sauce needed when it's covered in blood. Mark and I talk video games - and why we need to stay away from them. Todd talks about cacti, where he just did some volunteer work. His wife talks about her job, the baby and the dog, Oso - a gentle giant of a husky mix. After BBQin', the dishes are put away and chairs are kicked under the table. Derek and I are still talking shop, but it's time to walk the dog, his wife joins us, and Todd, too. We all walk the neighborhood, the dog does his business, they clean up after him. Walking off the steaks and burgers we do a zigzag through the area. A college film crew is finishing a shoot in the area. Some folks have a garage sale at the end of the block. A round a bout with a mini-park in the middle has some teens hanging out, but they're all laughing and having a good time. Those who pass by us actually say,"Hey, what's up?" in a casual manner. The polar opposite of the "hanging out" style that their clothes suggest. Nice kids.
We get back to the house; everyone packs up the rest of the items.
These are the good times.
I go back to my oven baked Latin plaster stucco house. The cats look up at me. I can tell they're jealous again. They're house cats, after all. They want to go out. They know the world is wide open just beyond the giant door. I go through my email, forum sites, do a last check on the new Bomb Queen book. Make a note to show Jim and Kris. I pour a small glass of pomegranate cider. I drink it in the kitchen keeping it clear from my new Wacom stylus.
Now it's nighttime. The house begins to cool down slowly. Time for more work. Pencils, art, paper. I don't like the angle of Bomb Queen in the panel. I turn to the computer for reference. Nothing. I put the pencil down and check the lead. Only 2 leads in the mechanical pencil. None left.
I make a note to hit the art store tomorrow and mail stuff off to friends and readers.
I hope it's not hot again.
But that's for tomorrow.... for now, back to the art table and use up those last 2 non-photo blue pencil leads.
These are the good times.
Jimmie Robinson
Bomb Queen
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Lions, Tigers and Bears Volume I - only from IMAGE!
The latest issue of Previews Magazine features the second printing of Lions, Tigers and Bears Volume I. Complete with a shiny new cover, extra content and all the Stuffed Animal Goodness you've come to expect from Joey and the Night Pride.
Here's the information from page 139 of the July 2006 cover dated Previews:
LIONS, TIGERS AND BEARS , VOL. 1 TP
- NEW PRINTING -
story MIKE BULLOCK
art & cover JACK LAWRENCE
128 pg FC
September 7
$12.99
"FEAR AND PRIDE"
Follow Joey Price on the adventure of a lifetime through the Stuffed Animal Kingdom is this epic all-ages odyssey! When Joey's worst fears, The Beasties, come crawling out of his closet in the middle of the night, he finds out his new stuffed animals, the Night Pride, are more real and more needed than he ever could have imagined.
For those of you who've been asking me where you can find it, it's right here, right now. But make sure your retailer knows you want it!
And for those attending SDCC, come hang with new LTB artist Paul Gutierrez and myself on Friday from
Hope to see you there!
Mike Bullock
