

While I'm at it I thought I'd post a little more work. Some of this has been up before, and later removed, but as I'm seeking employment I thought I'd push my luck and palm it off
again. The unicorn image, as isn't my way of acknowledging a hidden feminine side to my psyche. No, the leg-warmers and fondness for comfortable underwear once a month covers that quite nicely,
thank you so very much. It was really another piece I did for my girlfriend to try and appease her insatiable appetite for anything unicorn related. And human blood. (I love you dear).
To re-assert myself as a manly man who pursues manly endeavors such as racing cars, shooting guns, fighting Tiger Woods and his cadre of evil side by side with Vladimir Putin and Robert Downy Jr, I tried my hand at drawing Nazi super villain The Red Skull. Try and guess which one he is. I'll be here when you get back...
Apparently the novelty members of the Nazi party are wearing their ties short this Reich.
I then decided to continue the stream of contrived fan-art that seemed to be working so well for me. This time focusing on The Sentry... Marvels
slightly lackluster answer to Superman. Beach blond and clad from head to foot in the universal colour of cowardice, The Sentry is ready, and prepared to run a mile from his problems.
And look damn good doing it.
Next I bring to you a quick cartoon of current Doctor Who; Matt Smith. A man with a face seemingly constructed from the severed toes of the elderly and infirm. Their arthritis riddled joints forming the contours and ridges of what,
we hope, science can one day prove is truly a human face. I do quite like the drawing though.
Finally, I bring to you something truly remarkable. Work that I actually received financial compensation for. Admittedly this piece is a year or so old now, but I like to keep it around just so that I can remember the times that I actually made money on this artist racket. Oh those halcyon days. The job was simple, draw two pieces of some Marvel superhero's to advertise a guys comic selling website. I'll post the other piece when I can find it on my labyrinth of a hard-drive. I'm particularly happy with Iron Man's armour here. Well apart from his eye-holes.
They suck.
They
ssssssuuuuuuuuuccckk.
The rest is pretty good though. And I got paid. So at least on those cold and lonesome nights when the wolves are howling at the door and I wonder just what the hell I'm attempting do with my life, I can look to this piece, and know in my heart of hearts that at least someone, somewhere, wanted to pay me money.