Andrea Tsurumi

It’s a new year already. It’s funny, but I’ve been finding that the drawings I have a funny feeling about tend to come out better. “Funny feeling” being, besides consulting references and doing the work and correcting it, the ones that I can visualize really strongly or that I have a hunch could make strong pictures, tend to end better than the others. Probably it’s just orneriness – me really wanting to get something through, whatever it is. Here’s something new:

It’s art – that I found. From 2007 and onward, in no particular order.

I remember Proud was in Nancy’s studio late at night and I walked in and he was blasting African dance music. It was so awesome, we were both kind of dancing around the room while we worked. This drawing is about 40 inches by 40 inches — nothing like attacking a big piece of paper to loud music!

“I spent most of my youth on the floor keening for a beard.”

aaaannnd from high school. Well, that was a long time ago.

Light source comic for inking class:

Tapir Tooth is working on an anthology of Google Doppelganger stories. A GD is someone with your name who appears whenever you google yourself. All the Bob Smith’s of the world have dozens. Unfortunately, all the Andrea Tsurumi’s just have me. So I better not mess up, huh? Or I’ll have to rename myself Bob Smith.

Here’s a shameless but well-deserved plug for Alexander Rothman’s poetry comics. He’s got a piece on Onions and Gerard Manley Hopkins he showed at MOCCA 2008 and here is his latest posted piece, Three Slow Bluejays:

CLICK FOR LARGE IMAGE: http://tiny.cc/2L9xD

It’s not a bear on fire, but I do love me some raging grizzlies. 

I’ve had this idea for a while, but this class I’m in has helped me figure out how to actually execute it.

Or rather: my awesome older brother got married! to a wonderful lady!

For those of you who don’t know, a ketuba is a Jewish marriage contract – in days of yore it had things in it stipulating the dowry, etc, and the bride’s right to be provided with “nonprocreative sex.” (awesome). and burial costs, etc. My brother’s didn’t have that – but it was in hebrew and english and signed in hebrew with everyone’s hebrew name. I got to paint a design onto it:

The hebrew at the top is Ani L’dodi v’dodi li — I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine – from the Songs of Songs.

Congratulations to my brother and his lovely bride! I can’t begin to describe how happy I am for the both of them.