BLOODY BLACK MAGICS

Late night sketch of a king who is also a bomb. It’s a metaphor, probably.

And he’s all outlined. Weird, right?

I’m on a Wizard People, Dear Reader streak.

This here’s the scar-artist Valmart, about to sink his teeth into some juicy unicorn flesh.

Another Wizard People, Dear Reader post! It’s that watchful blood-eyed cat, accompanied as always by its crude human servant, Dazzler.

Some of you may know this duo by the names “Argus Filch & Mrs. Norris.” I don’t know who’s filling your heads with such nonsense.

I introduce to you, dear reader, Hagar the Horrible (no relation to the comic strip viking)—”a huge man that, if you didn’t know better, you might mistake for a giant, hairy truck”. I doodled this while re-watching Wizard People, Dear Reader the other night. Spectacular. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stopped thinking of most Harry Potter characters by their real names (starting with Upfish Neville Longbottom).

If you haven’t watched Wizard People, Dear Reader yet, you’re probably doing something wrong. It’s an alternate audio track for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, written and performed by Brad Neely. It is wonderful, and it is freely available in full on youtube and as an audio track to play over the original film.

How I spent my monday off: building a mountain of used tissues.

I feel forever 2 seconds away from a sneeze.

A sketch I did at work a few weeks ago, on an enormous post-it note.

Fun fact about the working world: it has the biggest post-it notes.

Here’s a doodle inspired by the surf-pop band The Drums.

I don’t usually have much fun drawing human characters, and even more rarely do I enjoy drawing contemporary human characters. Recently, though, I realized that I only find humans boring because I give every male jeans, a plain t-shirt, and a $10 strip-mall haircut, and every female a ponytail and a tank-top. I’ve been habitually neglecting costuming.

So now I’m trying to change that by making a focused effort to draw modern characters that don’t look like their mom dressed them. For instance, I was going for a beachy, carefree, retro look here—and I gave him drumsticks as an homage to my aforementioned inspiration.

It’s Harris Trinsky, the wizened sage, expert ladies’ man, and resident dungeon master of Mckinley High.