Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Red Robin - DC Comic book illustration
Comic book art for the Fight Club over at http://outcaststudios.com/forums
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
What came from space…?
From an orbiting satellite vantage, we witness an inflamed meteor entering the Earth’s atmosphere, without regard for its precious thin outer shell of oxygen and other mute gases.
From heavens view we behold the smoldering space debris parting cumulus like a fastball thrown into patches of fog, vertically outclassing the known laws of gravity.
Ka-Thoom! The last sound a small mountain will ever hear, having stood proudly for over a billion years, as the shock wave strikes out to us.
The rock and dust still falls and settles, nearer to the cosmic catastrophe we come.
Indigenous molten stone throbs with red and amber hues in the dissipation of heat and energy.
A translucent sky blue boulder sized egg is exposed behind fading ribbons of smoke.
The shape of a man, as if waiting to be born, is silhouetted from within by the luster of a desert moon.
The shell fades, then a creature in uncommon armor steps forward with a strong gate but collapses to one knee on the second lunge. His hands slap flat to the desert sand in the epiphany that his legs will not hold his body erect.
One of his human shaped arms bends at the elbow, his other arm collapses, then finally all of him. Lying upon the desert ground, seemingly relieved, the alien knight stirs no more.
Finally, threads of sunlight threaten to unbalance the night and the moon begins cowering behind white capped peaks. The armored orphan stirs and unbends from his regenerative slumber. Slow to rise he is oblivious to the three meteors piercing the morning sky miles above his head. Like a scarecrow, he stands as if waiting to fall but remains vertical, swaying subtly even in the absence of any breeze.
His neck stubbornly bends to a strange heaven so that his cross shaped eye can take in the unfamiliar, sun kissed sky. His helmet pivots to the left, then again to the right and finally to the mountains ahead.
No degree in alien sociology is required to know our newly adopted son, just fallen from the black and endless cosmos, is lost.
Then, his helm tilts just so, as a deer listening for sounds of ambush from a predator. Over his shoulder three clouds of dust follow three knightly runners. Approaching with such unrelenting speed, the earth seems to spin beneath their armored feet.
With one, all seeing eye, fixed upon their prey…*
(Comic Book Art, Sequentials, comic book story)
From heavens view we behold the smoldering space debris parting cumulus like a fastball thrown into patches of fog, vertically outclassing the known laws of gravity.
Ka-Thoom! The last sound a small mountain will ever hear, having stood proudly for over a billion years, as the shock wave strikes out to us.
The rock and dust still falls and settles, nearer to the cosmic catastrophe we come.
Indigenous molten stone throbs with red and amber hues in the dissipation of heat and energy.
A translucent sky blue boulder sized egg is exposed behind fading ribbons of smoke.
The shape of a man, as if waiting to be born, is silhouetted from within by the luster of a desert moon.
The shell fades, then a creature in uncommon armor steps forward with a strong gate but collapses to one knee on the second lunge. His hands slap flat to the desert sand in the epiphany that his legs will not hold his body erect.
One of his human shaped arms bends at the elbow, his other arm collapses, then finally all of him. Lying upon the desert ground, seemingly relieved, the alien knight stirs no more.
Finally, threads of sunlight threaten to unbalance the night and the moon begins cowering behind white capped peaks. The armored orphan stirs and unbends from his regenerative slumber. Slow to rise he is oblivious to the three meteors piercing the morning sky miles above his head. Like a scarecrow, he stands as if waiting to fall but remains vertical, swaying subtly even in the absence of any breeze.
His neck stubbornly bends to a strange heaven so that his cross shaped eye can take in the unfamiliar, sun kissed sky. His helmet pivots to the left, then again to the right and finally to the mountains ahead.
No degree in alien sociology is required to know our newly adopted son, just fallen from the black and endless cosmos, is lost.
Then, his helm tilts just so, as a deer listening for sounds of ambush from a predator. Over his shoulder three clouds of dust follow three knightly runners. Approaching with such unrelenting speed, the earth seems to spin beneath their armored feet.
With one, all seeing eye, fixed upon their prey…*
(Comic Book Art, Sequentials, comic book story)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Uniquely Styled Illustrations of Comic Book Heroes
Christopher Uminga is an artist from New Haven, CT. His unique style of art puts a twist on various comic book heroes we have known all throughout childhood.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Mass Effect: Revelation - Saren Arterius
Saren Arterius is a former turian Spectre and the main antagonist of the first game. He is known for 'getting results' by any means necessary. More often than not, this meant he killed everyone and everything in range—the target, any witnesses, and innocent bystanders as well. In the novel Mass Effect: Revelation, he tortures and kills his victims mercilessly, rarely having any regards for sentient life or the lives of anyone in his way from getting the job done, even deliberately killing innocent bystanders and witnesses (after he had extracted key information from them).
Saren himself does not consider his methods harsh; for example, when he brutally tortures a batarian in the novel until he has been exhausted of information, Saren snaps the batarian's neck while he is unconscious and claims that it was an act of mercy and that he isn't "a monster." His seething hatred for humans is speculated by other characters in the novel to stem from the loss of his brother in the First Contact War.
Saren himself does not consider his methods harsh; for example, when he brutally tortures a batarian in the novel until he has been exhausted of information, Saren snaps the batarian's neck while he is unconscious and claims that it was an act of mercy and that he isn't "a monster." His seething hatred for humans is speculated by other characters in the novel to stem from the loss of his brother in the First Contact War.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
King's Comics & Games - Tracy, California
King's Comics & Games is in Tracy, California. Located at 245 E. 11th St near Tracy High School, we cater towards readers with a large selection of Graphic Novels and Manga. We also receive thirty to fifty current titles every Wednesday. If you'd like to see a certain title in the store let us know and we'll gladly stock it for you.They provide many gaming options, carrying RPGs, CCGs, TCGs, and Eurogames. Check out the events calendar to see our many in-store gaming events.
http://www.kings-comics.com/
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
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