Monday, August 15, 2011

You are a strange man, Dr. Strange.




I remember reading Doc Strange when I was a kid, the Steve Ditko ones. Those were some odd, creepy tales. I had a friend who used to bring in tons of comics to school, can you believe this?!! His dad owned a newspaper store, and whatever didn't sell he was nice enough to hand to the kids. Imagine our hungry eyes, young, fever racked brains, feasting on the early X-Men, Early F.F.. early Avengers! They went like hot cakes.. Every went! everything but Doc Strange.. the kids around that school didn't dig him. So I wound up getting the left overs, and journeying into the mystic realms fighting the dreaded Dormammu!!
What a wonderful character, the Doctor, who loses the ability to operate on people journeys into the land of Tibet and learns the mystic arts. Comes down the mountain to kick demon ass.

there is a rumor that a Doc Strange film is in the works, which would be wonderful to see if they keep some of that insane fun and zany, dark, weird energy that Ditko brought to the pages. Lets all hope so.

As far as the Daredevil sketch goes, it was quick but I really liked doing it. I like to do a larger painting of that sketch. Stilt-Man was one of my favortie DD bad guys, he must be the lamest bank robber of them all. A ten stories high, slow moving, unbalanced target for Daredevils' kicks.
Thank you all who have asked for information and for commissions!
Best to you all.
Frank.

Friday, August 12, 2011

KRAAKATABBBOOMM!!


Some of you have asked for original art, and what I can say to that is: if there is anybody that would like a commission piece, of either a Marvel, DC, or Rocketo let me know, you can send an email to rocketocomics@verizon.net and I can send them a range of prices.
Well its been a good week, had a good push on a project I been working on, and had to cap it off with a off the top of my head Rocketo piece, called.. " That just did not end well.."
Have a great weekend everyone..
Will post some more tomorrow.

Friday, August 5, 2011

lunch time funnies.






Sometimes after a day painting, there is a bit of left over paint on the palette that looks really nice and you do not want to throw it out. Or it happens that after loading up the palette with paint, something else needs your attention and not much painting is done, in both cases you get paint that you do not want to discard.
So.. I do these little playful sketches, I try to keep them small and loose and fast and the rule is, no pencil just paint, so that it flows out.. Anyway here are some of this weeks Lunch Doodles.

When I was doing the Shazam sketch I was picturing this little kid saying the magic word and becoming huge, since Marvel has the powers of the Gods, I was thinking he should be a giant that can contain the power of Zeus, Mercury, etc..
The first time I ever saw the adventures of Superman on Television, I was a kid and the television had colors that were all faded out. So I got to see Superman with this really light suit.. which is still blue but lighter.. gives him that feeling of a savior. Not like the dark Superman we have now.

Well I added todays lunch time funny, which was Spidey. I like the weird creepy Spiderman that Ditko used to draw. I was painting to fast for my own good here but hey, have to post it.

Anyway have a great weekend everyone.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Thoughts on the Star Spangled Man.




Well I guess I should talk a bit about it, Captain America the first Avenger. This is not so much a review of the film as more of a study in what was going on in my mind while I was watching it. Yeah I was thinking which is not a good sign. So at the risk of making many enemies and never working again in Hollywood I will start the first of my film thoughts.

In the First Avenger, the first half hour or so of the film did a better job than the rest of the film. There were some good scenes with skinny Rogers that were heartfelt and handled much better than the stale action that was to come.

One of the things about origin stories, or creation stories as I like to call them, is how they set up the ground for the rest of the tale that is to come.

They tell us how fast, how high, how large, how evil, the characters and the world that we are about to enter behave, they tell us the how and the why, they have the hard job of feeding us information while at the same time entertaining us.

Sometimes things are left unsaid, and that in turn gives a sense of form to the story, in the same way that negative space shapes the outlines of the figure or objects that we draw.

We do not have to know the origin of Darth Vader in the first film, but we do know by his actions that this man/machine is going to be trouble. Most important we know what the Death Star can do. We see it in action, stomping a planet into balls of flying molten rock that our heroes have to fly through. In the Guns of Navarone, the guns on that cliff blast and pound away at men, ships, Islands anything that wears the allied flag, while the clock ticks away at the invasion that is coming. Mystery and death!!

In turn I still have no idea what that giant plane in the Captain America film was going to do to my town New York. Was it going to blow it up? Turn us into Red Skull zombies? Give us a bad rash? If so how? Did we ever see that ship do anything other than fly around and make cool noises?

Imagine if the Death Star had not blown up a planet. Luke’s flying down the trench would have felt a bit odd. If we do not know what the stakes are, we will not care.

Now the Red Skulls ship could have blasted some Navy carriers, or U.S. tanks, or a couple of villages, etc. The point is, when the shadow of that giant ship comes over our fighting forces, we lose all of them. ALL of them. Who will stop this beast from eating us all?!! Think about this question and we start to picture many great adventure stories.

We need to feel pure terror, as the giant winged shadow blocks out all the light, men look up in pure shock, as the Red Skull laughs from above. We need to see this coming doom otherwise as a storyteller we are not doing our jobs.

On a character note, Rogers goes from skinny Rogers to Muscle Rogers and he knows how to fight and lead men, within seconds. Early in the film we are show that Rogers can think for himself, hell he can jump on a grenade faster than anybody, want to lower a flag from a pole, call Rogers: but thinking for yourself is not the same as leading men into battle. Captain America was an icon of leadership in WW2, somehow he had to learn that, how did he learn that?

If we had been shown in the first half of the film that skinny Rogers was collecting those little judo books sold in those days, or if he had a collection of books at home with every battle that was ever fought committed to memory, then I would have taken that quick transformation from geek to hero a lot better. We needed to see Rogers home, what his room looks like, what he reads, what he does when he is not applying for the Armed Services. Maybe, Rogers holds tactics and strategy to all the famous battles from Alexander to WW1 in his skinny head, I would even throw in some Baseball game scores and stats, something they could have used to make that ending more smoothly. If only Billy Wilder had written this film, if only someone had written this film.

How about if there had been a training sequence where the General takes him under his wing and shows him to lead men, and how to fight with his new strength. Captain America is a product of many hands, he later becomes the icon that he is, but at first he is really dependent on the many hands that formed him. Sort of like those big battleships that Rosie the Riveter used to make.

Now on a personal level, the idea of a film all in WW2 with Cap is strange to me. Sure it seems natural but it’s not necessary. We know who won that war. We know who fought and we know how men died, it was a brutal, horrible fight, but to me that does not make a good Cap story. That does make fantastic Cap sequences. Cap storming a beach, Cap fighting in france, Cap jumping off a plane over the desert, Cap in the jungles of the Pacific.. throw in some giant robots and some crazy gadgets, I am in heaven. But as nice as those shots are, they do not make up an interesting story for our time. If you are going to make a WW2 based Cap story it better mean something when Bucky dies, otherwise.. what is the point.

What makes Captain America a great character is that he is Rip Van Winkle with steroids, he shines a light into our present society. The more time that passes between WW2 the more interesting Cap becomes, his story starts in another age, but is told in ours. Start with that iconic shot of a full figure of a man frozen in the ice, he is thawed out, and as he gains his memory we get to learn who he is through old newsreels, stories, and as he visits those old men still alive. We learn his creation as he relearns it. Tell us what he can do, how far he can run, how fast, how strong is he? How did he train? Now develop the current threat and bring him into our modern day. Set him lose on our society, and let us see how he reacts to the change. What is the threat from the past that is destroying this new world around him? What is eating us that only Rogers can save us from?

He holds up a light into what we used to fear, what we fought, how far we have come and maybe how far we might have fallen.

Anyway..

Have a great day everyone.

P.S. Sorry did not have time to draw a Captain America piece like I wanted so here are some Rocketo New World panels. Next this week, I will tell the story of how I just got back from vacation in Florida and from the encounter I had there.

PPS.. I UPDATED a quick lunch time sketch of Cap just for the blog. Whew back to work.

F.

Monday, July 11, 2011

more stuff, less stuff.







Excuse the long break, been working on a project for Image comics with a friend of mine, that will hopefully be made public soon. No.. not Rocketo. There will hopefully be some news on Rocketo very soon. In the meantime, here are some small concepts for Rocketo Journey to the New World coming soon posters, and a shot of young spiro walking the crowded streets of Ehophat, looking for something to eat, as a silent man walks by.
Best to all of you.



Friday, June 24, 2011

Gene Colan 1926-2011


Gene Colan passed away today, he was 84 years old.

I remember when I first saw Gene's artwork, it was in a Daredevil comic and I must have been around ten years old. I thought the drawings were going to jump off the page, Daredevil will do his famous double back flip right into my chest. I have always been fascinated with movement, how things shift and twist when in motion, what part of the body drops while the other pushes forward.

I never met Gene Colan, never had the chance to thank him for helping me understand movement and rhythm, and all the other complex wonderful things that the body does, while at the same time never letting me forget storytelling.
When I heard he passed away, I went into that old closet full of comics, stuck my hand in a grabbed a bunch of books, and sure enough in that pile there was a Daredevil, the same one I scanned and used for this blog. Just look at that cover and feel it. It's amazing.

Gene passed away at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx.

I know that hospital very well, my father was there twice before he passed away, its a very tough place to walk into and even tougher to walk out.
Thank you Gene Colan and may you rest in peace. That fluid pencil of yours gave many young fans dreams.


the bat jog.






I wanted to share with you guys, my Bat-paint-Utility belt.
One of the things that I really enjoy these days is taking the time out to do some jogging around NYC. It a great day to clear the head and get the body ready for the long day sitting on the drawing board. Every once in a while I look around and think "that would make a great little painting.. or I wish I could remember that light." For a while I tried to carry a digital camera with me, but I just didn't like the feel of it.
So I got this fanny pack.. I know.. I know..

I got this fanny pack and decided let me see if I can get a little studio that I can take with me. I made a little folio of good quality 2 ply brystol that I cut down to a nice five and a half inches.. small tubes of gouache: black, white, three primaries. Two small brushes, a empty lightweight bottle of india ink, that I can fill with water from the public rest room, or the water fountains. Two small paper towels. Two small plastic tops to hold water in. Disposable palette paper, cut into small strips and folded into the folio.
So armed with this, I can go out for my run with very low weight and then be able to sketch whatever catches my fancy. Sometimes it would be a cloud, a brush, or maybe nothing at all. I been keeping a journal of my running and it might be a good way to add some illustrations to it.
Have a great weekend everybody.
Frank.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

new yak for the ages.






I was walking around the other day, and did some sketching around the neighborhood.
It was a research run on a book that I am working on called Ghost Whale. There are some post I did in the past showing the hero of the book, Belukha.

The little paintings are small nothing larger than four and a half inches, because of that I can do a bunch of them very very quickly, and just get a sense of the colors and how to get some of the city energy down. They were all done on the same sheet of paper.

Now Ghost Whale is a story that I been slowly developing and it's dear to my heart as it brings together a lot of the old pulp feel that I grew up with. Lets just say that it pays a nice homage to almost every single hero invented in the pulps. In the little paintings one can catch a glimpse of an old man in a giant skyscraper and of a flying man circling the city. Its fun, it has giant steam-men, robots, aliens, and my neighborhood of Washington Heights is a big part of the setting.
Enjoy the weekend everyone.
Best always.
Frank.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

in the shadow a bridge






Yesterday I went for a nice long run, everything went well until the sun hit. Holy smokes, it was like running inside of a frying pan. Days like that force you to slow down, get off the stopwatch and listen to your body, or else you die.

My usual routine for a long run is to walk to the Little Red Lighthouse that sits under the George Washington bridge, and run from there. The lighthouse was made famous by a kids book, and has a very interesting story in its own right. I start at the lighthouse which is about 181st in Manhattan and from that point I can run almost to the end of Manhattan with almost no street lights and just the danger of getting hit by a bike or a rollerblader. It is a great run, parts of it shrouded in green with the Hudson river to your right as you head South. Clears the cobwebs of the mind.

Yesterday it was brutal. So I cut off the long run and headed back home in a big circle, with a total of seven miles, back to the Little Red Lighthouse.
I sat under the shadow of the GW bridge, looking up at its humming and cranking steel underbelly as the folks whizzed back and forth in the daily grind. My eye hit on two little floating things in the water, they were ducks, swimming Northward. Two little ducks with that giant bridge over them, and the giant swells of passing boats lifting their bodies up and down in that cold Hudson water.
Made me think about fear. Those ducks have no idea what is happening around them, they just swim because they have to. No choice you know. Sort of like artists.
I wondered if they had no fear because they were together. I guess being with another duck in that water would help. It's hard to swim alone in the Hudson. Nice to know another little ball of feathers has your back.

Anyway it all brings me to today's post on John Carter of Mars. Which has nothing to do with ducks or running, but it has to do with some sketches I did while I was at MIT after a lecture on John Carter of Mars. I guess I should talk a bit about that lecture of J.C but when I do I will post illustrations of ducks.

Be well all of ya.
Frank.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Still around and kicking hard








Anyway like I was saying...
Hello everyone it has been awhile and lots of stuff has happened and even more stuff has not happened. This is what happens when a bloke quits smoking.. he eventually goes mad. The good news is that I run like an old Lion, been logging in those miles at the track and finally the breathing and the legs are starting to come back. Anyway that would be some blog for a future time.

Speaking of the future, Rocketo is back on track and so is another little series that I have been doing some work for. I am posting some sketches that I played with and had some fun. Takes place in NYC, but unlike a NYC that we have seen in comics. Right now the title is The Belukha but I might go for the Ghost Whale later on.
So now the summer is here and those wonderful greens have come back and I feel like its time to hit the road and paint a bit of sunshine on the canvas or in the sketch book.
By the way if anyone ever needs illustration work done for children's books or comics let me know. I am available. I guess I should make a big post out of that later in the week. One of my big dreams is to do a bunch of children's books.

Best to all and sorry about that long gap in time, which I could have said I was kidnapped by Aliens or something but the truth is much more mundane, sad, with a touch of gray. Thank you for your patience.