Newer Blog for the lost.

As You see I haven't been writing here since the dawn of man, but if You are Swedish (or for some wierd reason can read swedish) I have my new shit posted on this blog:

www.mattanarts.blogg.se

So, see you there.

Wolvo

Good ol' Wolvie. Again.

Why is it so fun drawinng muscles? Perhaps because I lack them.

Beast, Cyclops n Colossus.

Pheeeeewwww. After changing about one bazillion diapers on my beloved daughter and fixing some minor things in the apartment (neverending stuff, that) I have at last been able to draw some panels on a comic. This is just for fun and including some of my fave characters in ze whooooole wooorld.

Here's an inked panel from page one. I think it will be about seven or eight pages.
And if someone wants to see it in color, just save it on yer computer and color it in Photoshop. I don't do colors.

And Why don't I do colors?

I suck.

Black and white is my thing.

Ok. Le Panél:

Wolvie

Wolverine. Everybody knows Wolverine. The coolest character there is.
And one that Everyone who draws must draw.

I did.

He looks like this, sorta:

The supporting Character.

Here we have one without a name. He is gonna be a supporting character in my new project.
He will have no legs.
He will fly around in a sheet instead.

You think that sounds strange? I suppose it is.

Potpurri. Where do one start?

X-Bloke

The X-man Beast. A study made in 1 hour (lunchbrake) and the first Beast I've ever drawn.
He should have four fingers though.

Three little pigs.

Three little piggies.

Three various projects swirling around under my fontanelle.

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The Wooden Stick Version, featuring three students on a campus, sorrounded by the obvoius environments like a voodoo swamp, a pirate cave/cove, girl campus, lighthouse and various ruffians. Yeah, You know the drill...
They could look, sort of, like this:

The DedHed Society.

Easily huffed and puffed down by the big bad Father Lack o' Time.

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The Wooden Plank Project. A MAD-style superhero comic. No name yet, no drawings, just ideas. Probably no whatsoever commersial value, since people don't like funny stuff without blood and bodyparts flying in a divesity of directions.

Easily huffed and puffed down by the big bad Father Lack o' Time (and the lack of flying bodyparts).

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The Heavy Brick Project. A serious attempt on a superhero(ish) comic. This sucker is about a superhhero type who is not quite the oh-it's-fun-to-bash-bad-guys-fer-no-reason-and-no-money-whatsoever-man. I would like to try to make it a little more realistic than that. Pretentious?

You bet.

Some layouts and som sketches done. I even have a script looking thing for this.

Old Father Lack o' Time can blow his lungs to shreds, 'cause this one is on it's way.

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Then I actually has an Adamantium Project, which is a take on some X-men pages with a free script, just to have in my portfolio.

More pics? Soon, baby. Soon.

Military sucking

The military leadership in Burma sucks.
I firmly believe military leaders suck wherever they are, but for the moment the Burmese version is topping the list Military-Leaders-That-Sucks-Overwhelmingly-Hard.

Should it be so fecking hard to be, like, nice to other people?

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I'm sinking deeper in the (for me) new Marvel universe. I've been reading Phoenix Endsong, Ultimate Galactus and other stuff. It's not bad at all.
The peciller on Phoenix, Greg Land, is pretty awsome. Ok, many female characters looks the same and sort of posed.... Like waiting for some Viagra pumped fellah. But nevertheless, the artwork is very good.
One day I'm gonna draw the X-Men. That would be nice.
You hear that, Marvel?
But for that to happen, I must draw some Comics.
You hear that, unfinished apartment?

Le Table

"Drawing Table", "Drafting Table", "Drafting board/table/station/whatever"... It's hard to find a fecking table thats not wide as a football field and heavy as an oil tanker. And when you find it, you must pay a thousand million to get it shipped to Sweden from the states.
I don't have a thousand million. Not even if I could pay it in braincells...

But what the helf, It's not the table that draws. I could be drawing on the kitchen table, and break my back in the process.

Nevertheless, I still dream of making a career as a comic artist. And how do I do it? well, you could start from the bottom and draw, like, Lilla Fridolf is Sweden or you could go directly to the top and show your stuff. Wich I intend to do.
This is a starter:

http://chesterquest.blogspot.com/

I do hope I can get a couple of smashing pages to show before Januari.

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And for someone interested in comics, this page is very good:

http://www.newsarama.com/

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And if you think comics sucks and wanna go for football (soccer) bonanza, there is only one team to follow:

http://www.hammarbyfotboll.se/

So,there you have it.

Welcome my girl.

Been away for a while... It seems our kid was tired of hanging around inside my girlfriend.

So;

Welcome Hedda, our daughter. Born August 29. She is extremely cool. And loud when she wants food. Cilia, the mother, is also extremely cool. I'm very proud of them both.
And very happy.

I haven't read a comic in two weeks. Nor have I read any news about them. I'm totally lost after two weeks. That's not cool.

Cauliflowers

I stopped reading comics in the early nineties... the American comics were undergoing a change that I didn't like. Many artists started to draw heroes in an new style (which, in itself shouldn't be bad), they didn't care about anatomy, didn't care about good storytelling, didn't care about drawing realistic ears... Everything was just Action. ACTION. Fast pacing, speed lines, speedlines, speedlines, tendons and veins lying outside and over the whole body.
And then there was these bad ears.
Everyone having Cauliflower ears.

I stopped buying (action) comics.

This summer I came in contact with some new Marvel stuff. This was really good.
The storytelling was good - a mix of slow pace and action - the drawings and coloring was awsome. They have done some brave things with the universe. And I like it. Mucho.
Civil War. World War Hulk. Peter Parker going public. Killing Cap'n A...
Great stuff.

I have also discovered the new breed of artist, like Nguyen, McNiven (good with ears), Bianchi, Immonen, Charest , Cheung, Francis Yu and many more. And this is only the Marvel people.

Travis Charest have developed an interesting European/South American style which has always been the thing for me (being an European myself). Like Moebius, Gimenéz, Hermann, Bilal and others. It is going to be extremely intreresting to see if Mr. Charest is using at least part of this style going back to sequential art on Marvel.
Sure hope so. American (action) comics could use som other influences than Manga.

Well, going non European, non American, non whatsoever, I've done a Captain America for fun.

The Mysterious Dothead

I thought I was going to show some serious drawings here on the BlogBlog.
It seems to be otherwise for the moment.

Nevertheless. I read part of a Wolverine story last night. It was crappy.
So, instead of a drawing on Wolverine, I'm posting a drawing of a guy with a dot on his head.

Below: The bloke with the dot on his head.

Tummy Turmoil

The baby is on it's way. It's moving around in there.
You can see it.

I am starting to get a little nervous. Is it a boy or a girl? Is it gonna be the calm type or the wild one? Is it blond with blue eyes or is it the dark haired, brown eyed type?
Is it gonna be an artist when grown up or a professor in microastro-thing-physicbiology-ora?

He/She is sure gonna be cool anyway.

Me vs Apartment

I am living in a warzone.

The many battles is taking a toll on me, and the apartment is launching wave after wave of things to do on me...
But I am starting to win the battles.

I will win this war.

I will prevail.

I am going to live in it!

Oh, Kitchen

Oh Kitchen, my Kitchen.

Why can't you please be ready for joyful cooking?
Wok, Pasta, Fish and vegetarian things

Now You're just unhappy looking,
refusing to fly on your culinaric wings

Could it be You are angry with me?

Could it be You are not satisfied?

Aha, You miss your IKEAn clothing?
Sitting there in naked sorrow

Then I say; stop you worrying
Cause you, I will dress up tomorrow

Oh, The time will be ours for lustful dance
with knives and forks and frying pans

We will sit at the table and eat with joy
Sushi, ginger and mushroom soy

Oh Kitchen, my Kitchen!

DD

I'm at work.
I don't dare taking more time off from Dice to fix at home.

Therefore I have become a slave owner.

My father Pierre (slave one) and my friend Joakim (slave two) is at home, right this moment, helping us with the kitchen and some radiators an shit.

They are my heroes right now.

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Below is a drawing of another hero; Daredevil. And his foe Bullseye. The DD character is very cool and very "Marvel".
It's a shame Affleck and the guys slaughtered, gutted, burned, bullied and fxxked the character in the movie. They should officially apologize to the world.

Still, it was fun to watch. Sometimes megabad films is the best. with a couple of beers.
A total crapfest.

Another total crapfest is that he was named "Våghalsen" when published in sweden in the beginning of the eighties.

Mazzucchelli and Wallpapers

Batman Year One. David Mazzucchelli. One of the best.

I simply adore the drawings in that book. David can use somewhere between one and three lines to get a perfect facial expression on anyone. I wanna be able to do that!

But what the heck, this weekend we got some wallpapers in our bedroom, thanks to my girlfriend and her mother. Thats very nice.
I was fixing a floor. That's almost like drawing comics except theres sweat, a sour back, dust, machinery, very loud sounds, big plaster floorboards and cursing involved.

Heres a drawing of my loved one.

No draw! Tiles!

Pheu. Today the last tiles in the bathroom was placed. It's a nice bathroom. A nice empty bathroom with a hole in the floor just eagerly waiting for a porcelain throne.

My dreams of only one or two hours at the drawing table is... just dreams. For now. But soon... soon, I will draw a diversity of muscular figures. And with a vengeance! I almost have all that I need; Excellent paper, pens, ideas, inspiration...
What I don't have is time. The invention of time is a bad invention.
Time sucks.

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(Yes, I know it's feeble to write "soon" when it comes to drawing. I suppose I'm not going to get loaded with free time when the baby comes.)

Prologue

On a chair. In a meter high layer of dust and garbage in an apartement just halfway through a renovation. I'm counting on finishing it in two weeks.
In Three weeks my first kid is estimated to be born.

That's a cool deadline.