Wednesday, November 28, 2012

visual updates


                                          

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We're Alive

I've been addicted to the web audio drama We're Alive.
                                          It's really, really great and you should give it a listen.
                                             Go to http://www.zombiepodcast.com to hear it.

                                                  


















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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


critical hit (2012) - Alex M.

Thursday, May 3, 2012





Lots of black and white work i've been doing.
first two are metal tee-shirt inspired works
using some of my monikers.
Third is one of my usual weird pieces.
Fourth is an entry for a contest inspired
by the very entertaining horror film
"The Cabin  in the Woods."

Monday, April 9, 2012

Thursday, April 5, 2012

untitled


Here's a piece I sold at the TREND show.

the white girl


here's an illustration i did based on a very
cool short story by Luis Alberto Urrea.

the white girl - Luis Alberto Urrea

2 Short was a tagger from down around 24th St.
He hung with the Locos de Veinte set, though
he freelanced as much as he banged.
His tag was a cloudy blue/silver goth
“II-SHT” and it went out on freight
trains and trucks all over the fucking place.
His tag was, like, sailing through Nebraska
or some shit like that. Out there, famous, large.


2 Short lived with his pops in that rundown
house on W 20th. That one with the
black iron spears for a fence. The old timer feeds
shorties some times when they don’t
have anywhere to go—kids like
Lil Wino and Jetson.
2 Short’s pops is a veterano. Been in jail
a few times, been on the street,
knows what it’s like. He’d like 2 Short
to stay in school, but hey, what you gonna do?
The vatos do what they got to do.


2 Short sometimes hangs in the backyard.
He’s not some nature pussy or nothing,
but he likes the yard.
Likes the old orange tree. The nopal cactus his
pops cuts up and fries with eggs.
2 Short studies shit like birds and butterflies,
tries to get their shapes and their colors in his tag book.
Hummingbirds.


Out behind their yard is that little scrapyard on 23rd.
That one that takes up a block one
way and about two blocks the other. Old, too.
Cars in there been rusting out since ’68. GutiĆ©rrez,
the old dude runs the place, he’s been scrapping
the same hulks forever. Chasing kids out of
there with a BB gun. Ping! Right in the ass!


2 Short always had too much imagination.
He was scared to death of GutiĆ©rrez’s
little kingdom behind the fence.
All’s you could see was the big tractor G used
to drag wrecks around. The black oily crane
stuck up like the stinger of the monsters
in the sci-fi movies on channel 10. The Black Scorpion and shit.


The fence was ten feet tall, slats.
Had some discolored rubber stuff woven in,
like pieces of lawn furniture or something.
So 2 Short could only see little bits of
the scary wrecks in there if he pressed
his eye to the fence and squinted.


One day he just ran into the fence with his
bike and one of those rotten old slats fell
out and there it was—a passageway into the yard.
He looked around, made sure Pops wasn’t watching,
listened to make sure G wasn’t over there,
and he slipped through.


Damn. There were wrecked cars piled on
top of each other. It was eerie. Crumpled metal.
Torn-off doors. Busted glass. He could see
stars in the wind shields where the
heads had hit. Oh man—peeps died in here, Homes.


2 Short crept into musty dead cars and twisted the steering wheels.

He came to a crunched ’71 Charger.
The seats were twisted and the dash
was ripped out. Was that blood on the old seat?
Oh man. He ran his hand over the faded stain. BLOOD.


He found her bracelet under the seat.
Her wrist must have been slender.
It was a little gold chain with a little blue
stone heart. He held it in his palm.
Chick must have croaked right here.


He stared at the starred windshield.
The way it was pushed out around
the terrible cracks. Still brown.
More blood. And then the hair.


Oh shit—there was hair in strands still stuck
to the brown stains and the glass. Long blonde
strands of hair. They moved in the breeze.
He touched them. He pulled them free.
He wrapped them around his finger.


That night, he rubbed the hairs over his lips.
He couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking of the white girl.
She was dead. How was that possible?
How could she be dead?


He held the bracelet against his face.
He lay with the hair against his cheek.


When he went out to tag two nights later, 2 Short aborted his own name. Die Hard and Arab said, “Yo, what’s wrong with you?”

But he only said, “The white girl.”

“What white girl? Yo?”

But he stayed silent. He uncapped the blue.
He stood in front of the train car.
THE WHITE GIRL.
He wrote it. It went out to New York.
He sent it out to Mexico, to Japan on a container ship.
THE WHITE GIRL.


He wrote it and wrote it. He sent it out to the world. He prayed with his can. He could not stop.
THE WHITE GIRL.
THE WHITE GIRL.
THE WHITE GIRL.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

SCRATCH from WE'RE ALIVE


So I did a quickie sketch of one of the human antagonists
from the amazing audio drama podcast "WE'RE ALIVE."
http://www.zombiepodcast.com
I can't stress enough how much you should listen to thisLinkseries. Anyway, SCRATCH is a really really villainous
character in the series. That of course goes with the
great writing of the WA staff and actress Jenna Mccombe.

SCRATCH is brash, angry and short tempered. I don't want to come
off sexist of course, and be like "wow, what a humongous bitch."
It's not a factor of gender, but how irritatingly antagonistic she it.
I listened to a recent interview with Mccombe, and much like in reality
the actress is nothing like their character. It gave me a deep appreciation of
the work she does to portray this character.

As in how to draw SCRATCH, I always felt there was a punk rock
aesthetic to her. When I saw the official picture of actress mccombe
on the We're Alive site, she had the girl faux-hawk (which I love on women)
and it fit in my mind what SCRATCH would be wearing to begin with.
I wanted her to come off as a bit frightening, yet still feminine.

I made sure she had light eyes, in my head, hazel or yellow. originally
her eyes pointed downward as if she were speaking into a CB radio,
then I realized it would look strange, so just cut and pasted them to
look forward. I wanted very full lips (just because i like it!)
because she is an alpha-female, so her beauty and strength would be hand in
hand. Of course, when she gets angry the beauty twists. As for the scar,
I always like putting scars on faces, and over the nose generally. In one
of the episodes it was confirmed by another character (well, in my mind)
that the scar is indeed over her nose. I made her mouth larger just to make
her a bit more predatory, an eyebrow piercing to keep the punker look.

This is more detail than usual for a 10 minute sketch,
but I really, really like the show. You should listen.