Flaming ArtistNot much to say here. I started out trying to
fabricate the face and upper body of my “clone of desire”, but found myself
unable to do so. This guy is okay, but I wouldn’t lose any sleep over him. The
dick dangling against his ear is too big, but I needed to get the tip into
position for the guy’s finger and include that man’s knee in the
composition. Compromises had to be made.
Now HERE is Tony Soprano, if
not James Gandolfini. Here I am attempting a specific likeness of a specific
character, not merely drawing one of my “clones of desire” (a concept
articulated by the brilliant philosopher Dale Lazarof, writer of “Sticky” and “Manly”).http://prismcomics.org/profile.php?id=1496
It also puts on display my
continuing struggles with Photoshop. Basically I did a fake pen and ink
drawing. The only benefit I derived from using the program instead of pen and
ink on paper was the endless ability to re-size and re-do. Nothing to sneeze at
for sure (the lack thereof an ongoing frustration with the real thing) but
there’s more to the program than that. Hell, I’ve taken a couple of classes in
the damn thing. I just can’t make myself practice using the program
consistently enough to get adept in it.
This
drawing is not intended as an affront to Gandolfini or his mourning friends and
family. I like to think he would have approved, based on the scene in
“Sopranos” where his seated character displayed a hard-on through his pants
when contemplating his psychiatrist.
This seems to be the same guy as in “Artist & Model” and “Call of Nature”.
You may have noticed that all of my middle aged “clones of desire” (to quote Dale Lazarov) are impossibly well built and well endowed. As a 21 year old, I didn’t know any better. I actually had an physical inferiority complex about myself in my early days. I recall, in my teens, hearing a Frank Zappa album (200 Motels, I think it was), where a man sneeringly comments on another man, “Eight inches or less”. Since I was only 6″, I thought I was small. It wasn’t until I started playing the field in my mid 20’s that I realized I was at least average.
