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I'm a fan of paperback cover paintings -- which seem to be another victim of Photoshop. But their rich history is all over the web.
This wonderfully eerie William Teason piece, for Shirley Jackson's novel of agoraphobia, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, seems to me like it might've influenced young Michael Whelan.
Beware, fellow Artist Alley cats. I may make this request of you.
Canadian artist-writer (recent Shuster-Award-Winner) Ken Steacy and I sat together at a Victoria BC collectables show. I asked if he'd be willing to swap portrait sketches. We had time (it wasn't exactly Comicon) so...
His take on me isn't exactly flattering, but it's totally great.
I thought Iceland's volcanic eruption could turn out to be the disaster of the decade.
Here's a clever tool to appreciate just how big the oil spill is. It centers it on your home.
A friend gave me a couple of 1937 Terry tearsheets, and I'm struck with:
-how the apparently large size of the originals brought out the best in Caniff's sense of composition (and how the cramping of the comics in later years suppressed it)
-the exquisite quality of hand-separated color, which I've read took one man a week's time to accomplish for each Sunday strip
-that terrific Noel Sickles-style water in panel 8 -- I must swipe that some day!
-the great overlaps, and that audacious yellow-to-purple gradation, in panel 5
In two pieces:
PaulChadwick.net goes live today, so this blog's traffic ought to increase.
With that new light on my blinking paleness, my usual months-between-posts pace will quicken. Or it should.
You can click here for my recounting of medical woes (which really needs violin accompaniment), but as for my worklife, here's a sampling.
-I'm nearing completion of my long-gestating DC series with Harlan Ellison. That means they may soon safely schedule it for publication. A taste of its pulpy SF goodness:
-Three new Concrete 8-pagers are drawn, awaiting lettering and coloring. A splash panel which shows how pathetically loose my pencils are:
-A graphic novel (non-Concrete) based on a story treatement by Mike Richardson. A rather watery taste:
-A Concrete prose novel, written in fits, with a long-evolving cover (current state below) painting:
-Another Concrete miniseries, for which I'm also painting wraparound covers:
-and God help me, I've started a kid's series. A taste:
So this period has been marked by a focus like a laser-beam, bouncing around a hall of mirrors. But damn, if I get any of these things done, look out!