“No, silly, that’s not how you teach Transcendentalism to the students! You gotta really POUND IT INTO ‘EM!”
My Friend Nick
Allegedly a picture of my friend Nick Adair, but I’m not tagging this under “Caricatures.” Watch as he touches his own speech bubbles. What a curious creature Nick is!
This guy might be a distant relative of the Radish Father further down the page. I plan to incorporate him into a comic book project next year, in which he adopts an adorable little girl as his daughter and goes on crazy adventures in a hideous, twisted world of horrors.
The Architect of Shame
Remember those old health videos in sixth grade? The ones that everyone laughed at for the cheesy penis diagrams and whatnot? Just remember that somebody actually had to sit down and animate that. And that person probably had big dreams once.
A Zany Guy
Here’s a man who’s tense and emotionally repressed. His only outlet is terrible humor, and even that’s an act. (His nose is good, though, so he has that going for him.)
Be thankful for the brave orphans who risk life and limb every day to bring you radishes. Sweet Jesus preserve you, my sad little friends!
Reproduction from memory of the greatest hero of our time: http://www.youtube.com/user/Pruane2Forever
Chris Caliber stickin’ it to the Man. Caliber’s look is taken in part from this earlier doodle: (I actually prefer this one as a drawing of the character, but the other one was an experiment with a new type of pen.) Jim Jobs, kickin’ ass as always THE BEEKEEPER KILLER
“HURR I’M STEWIE”
I’ll doctor them! No one will ever know!
A child actor living in the past.
Because of my increased workload this year, an increasing amount of my drawings are showing up on lined paper. A boy with opinions. A manic maraca fairy. A distinguished lady surrounded by crudely drawn reproductions of monsters from a sixteenth century map of Iceland. Move aside King Cotton, here comes King Charisma. I misspelled this. It should be “Schzrack.”
An Establishing Shot
Submitted for your consideration, four pictures from my Wordpress that any gallery of mine wouldn’t be complete without: This boy is a sick boy, and should not be let out of the house. His name is Glunn, because like the name “Glunn,” he is wet, limp and undynamic. Here is a man who enjoys serenading small children with the soft sounds of a strumming guitar. Much like...
GOODNIGHT SWEET WORDPRESS, AND FLIGHTS OF HIPSTERS...
I can only pray that this doesn’t kick off my slow, insidious metamorphosis into a hipster. My old Wordpress blog (http://gunnarmcgriff.wordpress.com/), which has served me well over the years, simply hasn’t been getting much attention, even when I still updated it regularly. It’s been sitting like a corpse for a while since I broke me scanner, but now that I’ve gotten...