Life Is Lies: London

Oh man, so few posts this month. I have to get on that, it bugs me when Life is Lies starts to stack up. It's been a busy summer, but really...

Life is Lies: Tell It

I actually sort of did this to some guys on the street last night. I'm not a very aggressive person, so it felt good to out-joust a car full of douche-baggery with a little performative legerdemain. Skin-a-ma-rink-a-link-a-doo, skin-a-ma-rink-a-dee.


I'm actually kind of excited for the next two to post. My punchlines aren't always on by my reckoning, but yeah, it's moving.

Commission

It's been a crazy couple of weeks, but that's got its good aspects. I completed a commission today and it's ready to be sent. Here are some cleaning prints to help sort the plate out for storage once the job's done, or for when they get mired in paint:



I like sending these along as wrapping paper. I like superficially mimicking ukiyo-e, for one, and also the idea of sending customers a part of the process beyond the end result.

The order was for twenty cards, so they were printed as a special numbered edition (I didn't have twenty Wyverns to begin with, so – slam). If you'd like to place your own request you can specify all kinds of things (color, yes envelopes, no envelopes, plate; we can even carve new plates), just so you know.

Life is Lies: Baby Eaters

Ooooh yeah, this went up earlier this week. And if you wait for me to tell you every-every time then you missed the second part of Visual Score (here; it's still there, don't worry).

Aquarium

My collaboration with Michael Clifford and the Small Rain has come to an end. We've seen all our current projects through, so bam. Until next time.

Man, this stamp... is. so. good. It's for adding that magic touch to each disc individually.

Inside cover to Michael Clifford's Aquarium.

And the outside – the paintings (inside & out) aren't mine, they're Edla Cusick's.

Captain Connecticut

My friend Beau has been working on a comic called Mime Hunters, which is apparently not posted, but it's amazing. He distributes them at shows. It's made me very jealous. I started working on a comic of my own: Captain Connecticut. There are zero issues so far, but hey. Captain Connecticut is the only survivor of the IPSS Fleetship Connecticut. He farms tobacco to sell to aliens, and when he's attacked by rocket ninjas he uses his gene gun to become super-powered and defend his flying space island.

It's pretty much the best idea ever. Now we turn it into comics.

The North Pole

I scanned this today to send to someone as a follow-up for an interview I had yesterday. It's pretty old, actually, and unfinished – the first eight pages of a twenty-four hour comic marathon (for which I was awake ten hours and asleep the remainder, clearly). The premise is that Santa Claus is a ninja, although that didn't really come out in the first section (unfinished scenes: fighting a giant pagoda robot and armies of ninjas; debriefing in Guantanamo Bay by the CIA, discussing Santa's origins as a Babylonian deity; etc). I should probably finish it.







If I don't get that job I can at least say I sent someone a picture of an octopus fighting an ape for professional reasons.