I designed these clothes. Here are the sketches:

Then I made nice watercolors:

And then I realized that basically all my designs looked like this:

SO EMBARRASSING.

Hey ya’ll! I  finally got my butt around to scanning my work from my last few quarters at SCAD. This includes my senior project about some stupidly adorable girls and their hunt for a hoarding cannibal witch. I’ve got the first eight pages up on my website for ya’ll to look at. I also found some fashion sketches which I’ll post here over the next few days. Impractical pants ahoy!

Hey, remember that time in your life were you were all like, “Hey, I don’t want to draw superheroes, lets draw chicks in Malevich suits instead!” No? Maybe it was just me. Anyways, this is from that time.

This story took me FOREVER. Mostly because I had to draw it three times, which is basically TORTURE. I like how the end result turned out, but I am never EVER drawing another tobacco leaf again, although drawing vomit for some reason still seems to be fun. I think I’m like a 10 year old at heart.

On a side note, this story is based on something true that happened to my mom. And I’ll let you know she earned a whole 60 cents for her hard day of work. Which, I think is like the funniest thing ever.

I finally finished my final for Visual storytelling I, and I must say I am actually very pleased with how it turned out. I really pushed the black placement and shot choices, and I feel like this piece turned out really fun. (And no, I don’t have that many kegs in my room in real life. Maybe.)

Here are some thumbnails from a project I’m working on right now for Vis 1. I’m like super excited because we get to use bleed layouts, which is what all the sexy comic book pages use.

Also, this is why SCAD has a no drinking policy on campus. Because when you throw a kegger, you run the risk of winding up in bed with a wind dancer.

For the next two weeks, SCAD’s District will be running a two page story that I did recently called Traumatic Friend Comix: Emily. Which basically is a detailed account of the worst thing that happened to me EVER. Let’s just say that if you see a bathroom in Paris that is clean and free YOU PEE IN IT NO MATTER WHAT.

You can read the first part here.