Samurai Slim

Well, February turned out to be a pretty good month for me, so I had the time to sit down and work on the pulp poster series and this is what I came up with. And no need to point out that I failed in my earlier promise to do the rest of these posters more quickly. I am painfully aware of my own shortcomings, thank you much. Now, if "Meat Quest" came out a little like a romance novel cover, this one came off just a little more R.L. Stine-juvy-paperbackish than I meant it to. I think it has something to do with the lighting and color scheme, but I can't be sure. I'm still pretty happy with it, though. It's not often in my line of work that I'm afforded the opportunity to draw a zombie horse after all. And while "Meat Quest" presented me with the challenge of removing articles of clothing from my models, "Samurai Slim and the Zombie Tribe" challenged me in adding and altering the clothing of my model (which was my former roommate in this instance). I'm working on some big ol' fat plans for the next in the series (which will be based on the photo of yours truly) but as March is kind of promising to be pure unfiltered liquid insanity, I'm not sure how quickly I'll be able to complete it. But maybe I'll get lucky. Oh, by the way, if you can think of a nifty tag-line for this thing, send it my way.

Greg White Illustration

Dominate. Part Deux

This latest post comes tinged with a tiny bit of disappointment. My second "Dominate" design was selected to be the official t-shirt, but was ultimately overturned for common decency issues. I don't begrudge that decision at all. The design that's going to print is fantastic and I shall wear it with pride, I shall. Still I kind of wish that they had just made that decision behind my back on Monday rather than giving me a day or two to get all excited about it. It's kind of like being handed a wonderfully delicious Klondike Bar on a hot summer day, but then your loving grandmother trips on her walker, bumps into you, and knocks it to the ground before you can taste it. You really can't be mad or anything, I mean she's 83 for crying out loud. And she feels really bad and wants to make it up to you but you tell her it's okay and she should just sit down for a minute because on the list of things you'd do-oo-oo for a Klondike Bar, risking your grandma's health is not one of them. But you still want that Klondike Bar. And in the end you kind of wish you'd never even set yourself up for a Klondike Bar in the first place cause you had it in your hand for just that one second. Yeah, that's kind of what this is like. And so, the design will instead reside here in the blogosphere, which, depending on which way you look at it is either an eternal hall of records or a graveyard.

Greg White Illustration