Trojan here is part of a property pitch for Warner Brothers known as "DERBATHON". If that word alone doesn't seize your mind with the needle-like teeth of intrigue and toss it around like the fat kid in an inflatable moonwalk, then I just don't know what else I can do for you.
Trojan is Sculpey Firm, Apoxy Sculpt, blood and tears. He's about a foot and a half tall on his base.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Five guys, one house, no money. It's a story many of us are familiar with, and by "us," I clearly mean "aspiring artists." The Leftovers is a rip-rollicking tale of love, loss and the unmarked crap you find in styrafoam containers in the back of your fridge.
These are a few of the pages. Pencilled inked and toned by yours truly, unless you have a problem with it, in which case the inker TOTALLY killed my pages, man.
I split a lot of my time between graphic novelling (heretofore referred to as "Granoveling") and sculpting and finding things to eat, so work on this has been touch and go. However, it will eventually have its own site.