Hack ‘n’ Slash

Using my framing as action lines, hopefully Wolverine here has more of an impact on the Sentinel. White lazer beams from his eyes were more of an aesthetic choice, there was too many colours going on and it made the image rather busy so I dumped the red beams for the white.

Had to bring out Wolverine's eyes a little with a dark patch otherwise it would have blended itself into obscurity. Upon reflection, maybe I'll revisit his left arm again, it still looks a little goofy.

Bonehead.

Skeletor!!! Arch-nemesis of He-Man. The more I think back about the series, the more I realize perhaps He-Man was gay. The pink tunic is a dead give-away.

This was done in Illustrator, a software that is strangely enough, seldom used for Illustration (bt students). I was trying to go for a really contrasting background to clash with Skeletor's sickly blue. I always imagine Skeletor as a wierdo shaman but wikipedia tells me that he's the brother of some king and was formerly a man named Keldor.

Goblin Pork Pie

A Goblin and his pie.

Stealing a lady's fresh pork pie,
Could only be done by someone sly,
Someone nimble and fingers fleet,
Someone cunning and quite discreet,
So enjoy your bounty my filching shrew,
For if you don't tell, then I won't too.

I'm wondering if a scanned line-art would work better than something draw directly on-screen using a tablet. Or does it not matter? An australian colleague commented on the flow of lines being different but I think that's for another time.

Fixed the nose somewhat, the earlier line-art looked a little too much like he was digging his nostrils. Had fun doing the pie though. Maybe I should have cut out a slice to reveal was within. A hot steaming pork pie.
I personally feel I should have added in some steam rising from the pie.

Fleeting sparks.

I'm not on a rhyming kick, it is just that I happen to post them in batches.

T'was a dwarf with a beard,
Who dissed a bright wizard,
They started to fight,
Got his beard set alight,
He was short but brilliantly bright.

Complaints

The Mamak Man

Thosai thosai on the pan,
Where oh where is the mamak man?
It's been hours since I last told,
the mamak man, my food is cold.

There's a fly in my dhal,
It's simmering there,
And if I'm not mistaken,
It is perched on a hair.

My teh ais is watery and my kopi is weak,
And my roti was probably from sometime last week,
So mamak man bring me my thosai please,
For I did not order this naan with cheese.