The Art of Kenny Gordon

Website

2012-02-08T00:28:00.000-05:00

That awkward moment when you realize you're embarrassed by your blogger site. Heh.

I'm a man who has very little experience dealing with web page design. Sure, I played around with templates, but scrolling through a customization menu does not make a designer. On top of that, I just don't think this site is professional enough. When you're lucky enough to have your name passed around the web, you definitely want to have a site that's.... good---at least something you're proud of.

With that said, I really need to work on my site. I've been sitting on a domain name and a Wordpress interface for almost 2 years. Sure, it's pathetic, but that just shows how much I fear style sheets. I do have a friend who is willing to help me out as side project of sorts, so we'll see how things go in the coming weeks.

In the meantime, I'll try to keep posting here when I can.

Cheers,

~KG

Birthday Doodles

2012-01-17T02:41:00.001-05:00

Sometimes, if I'm not too busy, I'll doodle a thing for someone's birthday. These are a few from last year. However, the two "warm-ups" are from 2012.

From left to right:

Taylor Zaytsoff, Rita Squitiere, Denary Toch, Warm-up sketch, another warm-up sketch, and Ginger Leigh.

Ginger is one of faves. She is a dancer for the neo-burlesque troupe, Peek-A-Boo Revue and she occasionally models for Dr. Sketchy's. She certainly trumps the models you'd see at art school.

This is also an example for a sale I'm currently holding. $10 mug shots. $20 for adding digital colors. Contact me if you're interested. They make great profile pics on social networks, or you can post it on your desk to show off at work.

~KG

An old friend...

2012-01-03T22:30:00.001-05:00

Believe it or not, this was something I was holding on to for a while. Probably dating back to 2010 (right around that ball park), but I felt the need to post it here. I mean, I can't let the dust pile up too high, you know? ;-)

A few years ago, I was extremely obsessed developing a comic called Project IMPACT. Hell, I even wrote a screenplay for it. Foresight was the center piece--- my Neo, so to speak. Loved the shit out of her and the rest of the team, but there comes a time where a writer needs to kill their baby. From a professional standpoint, I lit my script on fire and decided to go back to page one. Fresh start.

3rd time is the charm, as they say.

Writing Update

2011-12-10T14:20:00.002-05:00

The itinerary for the next couple of months is set. Generally, it's write-edit-write-edit and write some more. That's pretty much a writer's national anthem. Almost like an endless loop of production and OCD-level editing until a decent body of work emerges. I think the biggest challenge of 2012 for the "House of Ken" will be acquiring an agent or manager, but that long dreary road will only appear when I have all the essentials.

The nameless spec script (because I like keeping secrets) is still marinating in head. I plan to have at all down on paper some time next week. From there, it'll be a test of will, trying to silence that little voice in my head that keeps telling me that I'm not good enough. I hate that voice. It's not as loud as the other voices, but it's the busiest one of them all.

Development of my own show is not going as fast as I had hoped, but that's a good thing. Rushing could easily kill the dream just as quickly as not writing at all. I'm enjoying the pace right now because I'm starting to see things I normally wouldn't see. I suppose it's all a matter of perspective. Besides that, I think the pace slowed down due to the completion of the pilot, which is funny because I think I completed that damn pilot about 7 times already. Drafts, for the most part. Now, I'm at the nut-cutting portion of the show's development and I don't want to fuck up. Slow and steady for now.

Since I happen to be an artist with aspirations of getting work in the entertainment industry, I've been working on the show's look and feel as well. There's a few character concepts, but I'll be moving on to set design sometime in January.

Back to work,

KG

Sketch Compilation #2

2011-11-09T15:39:00.002-05:00

Oh, and how could I forget the latest addition of my sketch compilations (or "sketch dump", if you prefer)?

When there's just not enough time to produce fresh sketches and when you have piles of paper filled with all sorts of sketches and doodles surrounding your work space, once in a blue moon, you'll need to scan a few of them in before the coffee spill has its way. There are Buffy: The Vampire Slayer characters in the mix. Most of them were sketched back when I was gung-ho to draw for Dark Horse... Hell, I still am gung-ho for that, but who isn't? I do believe the Harley Quinn shown above is my first and favorite attempt since 1992. Might have done one or two since then, but they don't really count.

Icarus

2011-11-09T10:59:00.000-05:00

Because I haven't updated this blog in forever...

I’m sure there’s some sort of app out there that allows me to upload my art to every social networking site or blog my name is attached to. I'm even more positive knowing there's an app out there that can blog for me just based on my web site preferences--- minus porn. There's apps for everything nowadays. Thing is, I’m too lazy to look for it.

Anyhoo…

Icarus. Because I rarely get request concerning wings. Mind you, I hate drawing wings, but this piece made me overcome that disability. Not only that, but drawing this made me remember a comic I was real fond of years ago—-and since we’re on the subject of wings, anyone remember Ascension by David Finch? You should look that one up. The early issues were visual candy, much like most of the Top Cow books during that time.

Cheers,

Kenny

Catching up...

2011-09-27T13:36:00.000-04:00

I drew this months ago, back when I was trying to develop my Darklynne story into a comic book. It's incomplete, but I'm discovering that my process has a certain percentage of traditional and digital in it. Right now, the traditional aspects outweigh the digital. For example, I'll throw in the lights for the buildings in the background via Photoshop. I don't know if I'll ever be 100% digital. I'm sure millions of trees would thank me for making the switch, but until that day comes, Kenny Gordon will need to upgrade his tools.

Mentioning upgrades, I'm currently open for commissions. This is for a limited time, but I'm hoping to have enough money to upgrade things like my scanner...maybe even my Wacom, if Lady Luck smiles down on me. Well, if you're interested, you know how to contact me.

Cheers,

Kenny

Therapy...

2011-04-19T15:36:00.007-04:00

Sometimes, as an artist, the best way to get yourself out of a rut is draw just for sake of drawing. No storyline or plans. Why let something like logic spoil the fun? It felt like weeks have gone by since I drew anything and I needed to get used to applying pencil to paper again.

Cheers,

► Kenny

Invisible Woman for hire

2011-04-01T23:24:00.003-04:00

I decided to redesign Susan Storm of the Fantastic Four.

Because I want it badly...

2011-03-13T01:02:00.003-05:00

Spreading the word about a giveaway. Bloodshot by the lovely Cherie Priest, writer of Paranormal and Steampunk novels.

http://tyngasreviews.blogspot.com/2011/03/psb-giveaway-bloodshot-by-cherie-priest.html

Sketch Compilation!

2011-01-13T19:29:00.005-05:00

I've been putting this off for months. There's loads and loads of papers here with doodles and sketches on them. Most of them will never see day light, but these lucky buggers stood out.

Confession...

2010-12-26T12:38:00.004-05:00

I'm a recovering Jolie-o-holic. To be honest, it seemed like ages ago, but I've been 4 years sober (just kidding). At one point, she really was one of my obsessions. Perhaps “muse” would be a better word to use. Believe it or not, it all started in 1995 with my chubby ass seeing a commercial for Hackers. After that, I was hooked.

It wasn't so much the hair.. I mean, her style looked a bit like Moe Howard or a Romulan from Star Trek, but it totally fit her character. On the other hand, Angelina's facial features just stood out for me... and a good percentage of the male population. It was round and puffy (not to be confused with fat). Back in those days, her face was vibrant and full of life. Nowadays, she's still attractive, but there's a significant difference---the aesthetics shifted a bit. She might have gone under the knife a few times, especially in the nose area. She traded her curve for a point... and there was nothing wrong with the curve.

Surprisingly, I'm not really into her these days. Sure, she's an amazing actress and all, but it just seems like she lost something over the years. If I could pick a version of her to preserve, it would be definitely be Hackers. To me, that's the best she ever looked... Tomb Raider might be a close second.

The lady at the bottom is a friend of mine who recently had her hair cut short, so I figured, “Why not add her in the mix?”

A short story...

2010-12-06T13:11:00.008-05:00

EDIT: (05/20/2011) Here's a link to the pdf screenplay version of this story: The French Joint

This is a link to the filmed intro: Boundaries, starring Brian Tillinger and Mandi LaQuatra. Directed by Joe Wozniak.

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Hey gang,

I know this is an art blog, but I decided to take a time out and post a little story I wrote a few weeks ago. It was quite random and I just had to write. I guess part of it was trying to see if I was capable. Consider it a test run. Let me know what you think.

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There it was. The look I can detect miles away, like a shark can do with a drop of blood. It's the look of obligation with a pinch of desperation. He was like a soldier on a mission. As I sat in the booth, eating one of the tiniest portions in existence, I couldn't help but think this was all staged on my behalf. The man with the look was ghoulishly dressed, wearing a long dark trench coat with dried mud on his boots. He did not blend in with the rest of the sharply dressed populace, not even in the slightest. He stood out like a Furry vacationing at a nudist resort. Unfortunately, I was in the same boat, but at least I wore a tie. He didn't even try to clean himself up and judging by the direction he was staring in, it was safe to say his entire look served as a tool of intimidation.

Across the restaurant, a young woman made eye contact with him, instantly freezing her as if someone splashed ice water on her back. It's another look I was very familiar with. Fear. She knew him and most likely had a clue about his intentions for the evening. The young lady was a brunette, had dark brown eyes and with red carefully spread across her full lips. Quickly grabbing her purse, she looked for the exits with her peripherals while keeping her attention on the raggedly dressed ghoul. Unfortunately, all the exits were on the other side of the restaurant. I've mentioned that the place was a fire hazard, but no one ever listened to me. Maybe it was the way I dressed.

A waitress walked over to her table, mistaking the purse in her lap as a request for the check. Something very important to her was inside of that purse and it wasn't her lip gloss.

“Are you all finished, miss?” The waitress leaned in, grabbing her plate. “Would you like any dessert?”

The brunette pulled out a wad of cash and placed it on the table, none the wiser about the surprised look on the waitress’s face. Even for the alleged five star restaurant, that was a lot of cash to pull out. The ghoul inched his way toward her, ignoring the host stationed at the entrance. Of course, the poor host just didn't have enough stones to tell 6 foot 5 inches of muscle a reservation was needed to enter the upscale establishment. Intimidation at it's finest was at work, but so was I. It was time for yours truly to do something he would regret in the morning.

As the ghoul slowly walked toward her, I quickly cut in front of him and slithered my way into the chair, opposite his target. The scent of cheap cigarettes lingered in my nostrils, but I did everything I could to ignore it. Surprised looks abounded, but it was a play that halted his pursuit and immediately got the damsel's attention. I doubt he wanted to make a big scene, so I cleared the cobwebs out of my throat.

“I really think you should try the dessert. It's the only thing here that counts as actual food.”

“Who are you?” She whispered, still keeping her eye on the ghoul.

“I'm just a guy, really. Just noticed you from across this joint. Noticed your friend, as well.”

She finally took her eyes off of her stalker and looked at me. Now that I have a closer look at them, her gorgeous eyes were a bit too much for a bloke like me. It made it extremely hard to maintain eye contact and the last thing I wanted to do was come off shy, especially for what I was about to say. Luckily the waitress saved me.

“Your bill, Mademoiselle.”

The mysterious brunette gives her a hundred dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Obviously, she wanted to be uninterrupted, or she was just a high roller since that meal was no more than sixty-five bucks.

“You noticed him”, she asked with some relief in her voice.

“He looks very gruesome. An ex-boyfriend of yours?”

“Oh my God!” She took a deep breath. “I promise you, he's not.”

A look of disgust appeared on her face. It would have been foolish to step into a quarrel of lovers. More importantly, if that were the case, it would have kept me up at night, wondering how an ugly son of a bitch like that managed to court such a beauty. Thank the heavens, and all the stars surrounding it, she was not in a romantic quarrel with the ghoul.

“He's been following me for weeks.”

“Is that so? I can't really blame him.”

The food in the restaurant was lousy, but the dinnerware was top-notch. Shiny and extremely reflective, I used the silver top of a dish as a mirror, tilting it up so I could keep an eye out for Mr. Trench-coat.

“What do you mean you can't blame him?” She asked, genuinely confused. Like her curvy figure and movie star looks were things that didn't draw the attention of assholes and gentlemen alike.

“Well, you're attractive. I'd chase you across town, too... but I'm less creepy about it.”

As I looked into my make-shift mirror, I could see her ragged stalker back off closer to the entrance door. Like I gambled, he wanted to keep his dealings with her private. Making a scene would have jeopardized his mission.

“So that's why you decided to come over here?” A wicked smirk appeared on her face and I imagined a sparkle at the end of it. “Think you'll get lucky tonight?”

“Nothing like that. No matter how hard I try to avoid dangerous situations, I manage to find myself knee-deep in them anyway. I just figured, I might as well pick my poison for a change.”

She takes a sip of her margarita. “The good Samaritan, huh? Sounds too good to be true.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, I'm the last of a dying breed of do gooders.”

I noticed Mr. Trench-Coat exited the restaurant, which gave me more time to talk to the damsel. Not that I was trying to crack, but I hardly had company during my evenings...afternoons.... dare I say mornings? Aside from the cat at the apartment, I haven't spoken to a soul in months. Hell, I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.

“So now that ugly-face has left the building---”

“Rachel.” She cut me off. “The name's Rachel.”

“Ah, Rachel, then. Now that he left the building, mind telling me why he's being such a bastard?”

Her body language changed tremendously. Shoulders were more relaxed and her back was up against the chair unlike her frigid self minutes prior.

“I'm somewhat of a big deal back home.” She chuckled a bit, almost embarrassed to say. “My father sent him to bring me home. I've been a bad, bad girl.

“Girl, no. Woman, yes. What are you, twenty four? Twenty five?”

“Twenty Three, but it doesn't work that way. Once you're family, you're in it for life.”

“So you're trying to escape your father?”

“I'm trying to escape the business.”

“Oh. I see...”

She leaned in and stared directly into my eyes. I pretended she's a wall because, despite her eyes being so dark, it was the equivalent of staring into the sun.

“Yeah, I want out of it. You don't know how much shit I have to put up with... How much shit I have to see everyday and I have to go around and pretend nothing happened. Do you know what that's like?”

Actually, I did, but for her sake and the fact that she was opening up to me, I shook my head no.

“I'm sure you've seen a lifetime's worth of bad things.”

“There's this room in the mansion,” she continued. “I remember playing in it back when I was a snot-nosed brat. Back then, I didn't know what Dad was up to. Just a lot of his friends show up one day and some of them you just don't see ever again. Growing up like that, I learned to not get attached to any of them because most of them would take a trip back to the motherland.”

From the corner of my eye, I spotted my waiter searching for me. The crazy idea of avoiding him altogether popped in my head. That meal wasn't worth fifty-five ninety five. I tried to liven myself up from my usual sloppy self while listening to Rachel talk about her life as a mobster's daughter. She continued as I sat up straight and proper.

“As it turned out, all of them were with me my entire life. Stuck inside the walls.”

The waiter noticed me. Must have picked up my scent and my change in posture wasn't good enough to fool his hawk-eye vision. He wasn't like the others. The restaurant must have upgraded since the last time. Regardless, I maintained the conversation with my company.

“I can't imagine how that must have been for you, Rachel.”

“It was an eye opening experience, to say the least”. Rachel's back rested on her chair again, a bit more relaxed. “After discovering the bodies, I had to leave. I just had to, you know?”

The waiter walked over to me with a huge smile on his face. It was a smile that said, “Yes, you are going to pay for this shitty meal, you cheap bastard.” I hated that smile and pretended not to see him.

“I wouldn't have known about the bodies if I didn't decide to look for my mother's diary.”

“There you are, sir!” The waiter practically yelled it out or maybe it sounded louder because I've been caught red-handed. “I didn't know you made it a dinner for two tonight.”

“Oh yeah.” I muttered under my breath, trying not to show my anger. “Friend of mine from work.”

He placed the bill on the table and scurried off. I turned the paper over to see the numbers I was dreading the entire night: fifty-five ninety-fucking-five.

“Shit.”

I almost forgot that Rachel was in the middle of saying something.

“I'm sorry. You were saying?”

“My mother's diary. She hid it a few days before she died. She had a heart attack at 47....or at least that's what my father told me.”

“So that's what's in the purse?”

Rachel nodded her head. “I'm actually just a bonus, really. The diary has a lot of family secrets that could destroy him. It's my little leverage.”

“And what are you planning to do with that leverage?” I asked while reaching for my dingy wallet. Fifty-five ninety-fucking-five and all.

“To be perfectly honest, I don't know. Part of me wants to give it to the feds. I'm sure it will be a good read for them. Another part of me just wants to start over fresh. I want a normal life.”

“Sorry to say this, but as long as you possess that diary, that will never happen.”

“I know.” She took another sip of her margarita, looking a bit depressed. “The thing is, this diary is the only thing I have of her. The rest of my mother's belongings were tossed out because of his new bitch of a wife. It's something I can't just let go of.”

“I can understand.”

I pulled 4 twentys out and placed them on top of the bill. Rachel immediately plucked my money out of the way and replaced it with her own.

“Allow me”. She smirked.

“Oh, I can't let you do that, Rachel. I mean... Well, if you insist.”

“Think of it as a thank you for listening to my boring story and for getting rid of Tony.”

“Tony? So, that's his name.”

“They call him 'Big Tony' where I'm from. He's pretty nasty and he's my Dad's personal blood hound. He didn't really go away, you know? He's waiting outside for me.”

“It wouldn't be good to leave out the front.” I pointed to the back of the place, right where the kitchen was located.

“There's an exit through the kitchen. Ignore the cooks and go through.”

“OK. Thanks.” As she grabbed her purse and scooted out of the chair, she noticed something a bit strange.

“You know, I never got your name.”

“Jack.” I tried to say it without drawing too much attention to my last name. I was somewhat of a big deal myself. “Jack Coleman.”

She extended her hand and I immediately shook it. I wasn't sure if was for a handshake, but I was somewhat desperate for human contact. Her soft hands did more harm than good, unfortunately.

“Thank you, Jack.”

“My pleasure, Rachel.”

As she walked towards the kitchen, it was hard to ignore her figure. Rachel sported long legs, even without the heels. Her cocktail dress exposed her bare back. You can call me weird, but I'm the rare type that's into a woman's back. There's just something about a perfectly aligned spine that intrigues me and certainly passes specifications. She had this walk about her, which definitely confirmed her royalty, but it wasn't the Disney princess variety. She was a filthy princess, or that's what I wanted her to be for ten minutes. Just ten minutes. The torn sheet of paper in my hand smacked me back to reality. To my surprise, it was the number to her cell phone. There were too many people in the restaurant for a happy dance, but on the inside, I was doing a Gene Kelly bit... Umbrella and all.

Outside the restaurant, the atmosphere was in rare form, but some things were spot on. The ground was wet and shiny, glowing with the lights that illuminated the city. It was pretty to stare at when sober, but when you're piss drunk, the colors induced vomit. Sadly, I spent many a night decorating the sidewalk. The rare features were the absence of people. In addition, moving vehicles were also scarce. The sidewalks were bare and there was virtually no sound that indicated human life. If I didn't have so much disdain towards people in this city, it would have been rather creepy. I'm what you'd call an isolationist, despite what went down in the restaurant. Rachel was attractive. The rules are different for hot, attractive, mafia princesses in distress. That's something you won't find on a dating site.

Taking in the cool night air, I decided to head the normal route to my apartment. Since the night was going surprisingly well, I just hoped there wasn't a steaming pile of homeless turd on the front stairs. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm as cheap as they come. The bastards like to leave me gifts for ignoring them in the morning.

Two blocks before I reached home sweet home, I heard footsteps behind me. Heavy footsteps. Three hundred pounds worth of foot steps. I tried not to turn around because I was starting to imagine a gorilla or something out of a wild jungle behind me, but that was a slim possibility. Even with the increase of city folk harboring wild animals in their apartments, there was no way they could contain a gorilla... Hence the reason why it would be on the loose, behind my ass.

Jesus Christ.

I fought the urge to turn around and tried to walk normally, but I failed, epically. I know for a fact that I walk a certain way when nervous. People used to say I walk like I have something stuck up my ass. It's not a pretty sight.

As my ass cheeks moved as one down the street, the footsteps got louder and more frequent. The gorilla's pace had quickened and I found myself turning around. Like Fujin and Raijin, two late night joggers ran past me in unison. One of them insulted me as he ran by.

“Don't shit on the sidewalk, asshole!”

Who in their right mind jogs at night? Good thing he had his life-partner to protect him, huh? Despite the embarrassing walk of shame, I was relived and continued to my apartment. Unfortunately, I was out of the frying pan and into the fire.

A pair of huge black gloves reached out of the shadows and pulled me into a poorly lit alley. My back slammed up against the wall. To no surprise, my ass cheeks were tight again. As I looked up to see my attacker, I noticed the familiar smell of cheap cigarettes. Smoke was blown directly into my face, but I was so used to that from my Aunt Margaret, I developed an immunity for that sort of thing. Regardless of the toxic fumes, I was able to see that it was none other than big, ugly ghoulish Tony.

“You really think you're cute don't you?” He asked as his cigarette hung from his chapped lips.

“That's what your mother keeps telling me.” I'll have you know, insults directed at someone's mother was an unfortunate gift of mine. It's totally not fair to the person's mother and I usually feel a little bad about it later on.

Tony punched me in the gut and I couldn't help but fall to the germ infested ground. He's a big guy and his fists were practically made for punching things. By history's standards, he would have made a fine Spartan soldier, but something told me that he would have been tossed down the mountain as an infant due to his ugliness. The elder Spartans would have been like, “Fuck efficiency, just this once.”

The damn shot to the gut made my voice sound like I aged 70 years. “Tony... Can't we just talk this over like gentlemen?”

“You call yourself trying to be a hero, huh?” He picked me up and gave me another punch to the gut. You have to understand that when the wind gets knocked out of you, it's extremely hard to move. I wanted to stop his big fist from rearranging my innards, but, at that point, it would have been like trying to stop George W. Bush from squinting. Scientists are still trying to figure that one out, I'm afraid.

He kept my body up with his free hand and I became a human punching bag for a few moments. His fifth punch activated my bowels and I felt like I actually had to take a shit. Suddenly, a boost of adrenaline flowed through body and my arms were able to move. Sure, it was all wriggly like a person with epilepsy having a seizure while being electrocuted, but it was moving none the less.

“I won't be shitting my pants tonight!” I shouted. Not just to Tony, but also to those happy-go-lucky joggers miles away. They needed to know, dammit.

With his next punch, I twisted my torso so that his fist would hit the brick wall behind me. The pain wasn't excruciating, but it was enough for him to let me go. In case you haven't figured it out, I'm not a great fighter. During the course of my travels I picked up a few moves here and there. These moves are nothing fancy, but they get the job done.

Move number one: The Head-Clap, a neat attack that involves the use of both arms. You basically just clap as hard as you can, catching the opponent's head in the middle. The NFL outlawed this move because it sent players staggering to La-la land well after the game was over. Of course it was known as a “Helmet Slap” and was mainly executed with one arm, but that's beside the point. Move number two: The Throat Thrust. I like to think of it as an instant fight stopper because no one expects to get hit in the throat? Move number three: A swift kick in the nuts. Plain and simple. I know it's not really a great move and it's rather cowardly to use on another man, but I'm too lazy for fisticuffs. The sooner I can end it, the sooner I can go back to being miserable. The sooner I can use my toilet!

Tony rushed me into the corner of the alley, swinging like a wild-man. The head-clap connected, but I forgot to mention that it only worked on people who have brains. He was still swinging and I believe my attack activated his saliva glands or something. Drool accompanied his fist as he tried to take my head off. Perfectly timing move number two, the throat thrust caused him to make a weird sound, which was music to my ears, but the fight wasn't over. Tony, for some sick and twisted reason, defied my Kung-Fu.

“I'm gonna kill you!” All sorts of slobber flew out of his mouth. “You're dead!”

Move number three stepped to bat. I usually felt bad for resorting to it and God knows it's not always used as my third move. Depending on my mood, the numbers get mixed up and rearranged. I'm a bastard like that. The other day, I had to kick my neighbor in the nethers for stealing my magazine subscriptions out of the mail box. He's an artsy guy, too. Liked to cut them up for his “projects”. A crime worthy of move number three, I say.

Tony, like a raging bull, charged towards me and for a second, my life flashed before my eyes, but it's cut short due to the confidence that “Move number three” would work. I mean, it's patented. Who cares if he's running toward me at uncanny speed for a man his size, I thought. You don't need to be a martial arts master to put your foot to someone's balls. I have a niece who happens to hit me in the balls every time “Uncle Jack” visits and she just turned 5 last Wednesday. If she can master the nut-smasher at such a tender age, then my foot should be at the level of Chuck Norris.

My foot reeled back. Yes, it looked cartoony, but you try kicking a monster in the nuts as he attacks at you in a dark alley. Let's see how you look then. I, “Mr. Cheap Pants”, would pay good money to see that. So, back to move three, it was prepped, but it reeled back a little too far and I stepped on banana peel and slid. My legs went in opposite directions from each other, one going forward and the other going back toward the wall. It's a damn split you'd see cheerleaders do, or some 300 pound woman on the Maury Povich show. Apparently, splits don't have weight restrictions, but it definitely has age restrictions. A 40 year old man with questionable athletic experience, holding back his bowels, should never do a split. It's safe to say my pelvis will never be the same, and I suppose it would also be appropriate to laugh. After all, this scuffle was chock-full of Looney Toon antics. On the bright side, the unexpected stretch caused Tony to miss me completely. A sickening thud echoed in the alley and then...

Sweet silence.

It took a few moments for me to stand up. I limped over to his body, which was a bit risky, but I had to check his vitals. Maybe it's the civil servant in me. His pulse was pretty damn high, but it was dwindling. Unconsciousness tends to do that. Big Tony was alive and kicking,
which really wasn't a good thing for me. Another man would have finished him off, but I happened to be of a different caliber of man.

Instead of killing a defenseless man, I turned his massive body over to his back, checked for banana peels, reeled my leg back, and kicked him square in the nuts. He almost made me shit my pants, so some sort of sweet satisfaction was in order. Tony let out a little moan, but he managed to stay unconscious, which was good enough for me. It meant that he was really out of it and I could freely search him for information.

Nothing of importance was in his pockets, unless you count an unopened condom. It's nice that Tony was prepared to take the necessary precautions, but, he was so ugly, I doubt he could even purchase sex. His money was no good to him tonight, so I gladly “confiscated” it. I have morals, except when it comes to money. Ask any waiter. Starring at the unconscious ghoul, I felt the need to say something witty like they do in the movies, but nothing came to mind. My injuries just cut the muse off completely and I just wanted to lay down.

It was definitely something to think about on the toilet.

Consistency exercise...

2010-11-27T10:23:00.005-05:00

Part of the theme was inspired by Rodrigo Luff's end of the year project he posted years ago on deviantART.

The lady in the drawing is Amber Rose Revah, a talented actress. You may know her from the movie "From Paris With Love". Such a small role for her, but she made a lasting impression and I've been following her her ever since. The good news is that she actually likes this piece, so I now have an extra dip in my strut, so to speak.

I'll do more like these in the near future...with better consistency.

Cheers!

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2010-11-23T23:17:00.010-05:00

Some old stuff...

2010-11-23T23:17:00.006-05:00

Because I don't want this account to be idle again...

Black Cat

Atom EVE

Paranorma

2010-11-18T16:53:00.004-05:00

This started off as a character study and then I just went all free with it. After all, this is mainly about comfort for me, especially when dealing with pressing concept chores elsewhere. I posted an excerpt from my screenplay on Word Press. I'm sure they got rid of it by now since I have yet to renew my domain name for KENESU.com. I'll see about providing a link to it soon.

My site was neglected for the longest time. Still is to a certain extent. I need a designer, one that won't charge me an arm and a leg. I can't be trusted with designing my own site because it's too technical for me... Most go to school for that sort of thing, or have a natural aptitude for it. I draw, color and occasionally write. We'll leave the web design for the folks that know what the fuck their doing.

An old one...

2010-11-14T21:25:00.005-05:00

Because I was a bit busy today... Old to me, new to you. In fact, it's sooo old it has dents, coffee stains and specs of stuff we don't have names for.

Cheers

Sketch-A-Day #2

2010-11-13T11:07:00.004-05:00

Call her Scorch.

It's always a good idea to plan ahead. When working on my comic, concepts and ideas for cover art are rare for the first issue. It's the first image people see on the rack, so the pressure is on. As far as future issues are concerned, I got plenty of stuff in my head.

I suck at drawing fire, but I find it easier to manage in photoshop. I cropped out the notes, but it pretty had an argument with myself about the rest of the piece. Should it just be a catholic church setting for the background with a pews and stain glass windows, or should she be encased in a confession booth? Decisions, decisions... I think I like the confession booth because this all could be from the priest's perspective... or sinner! Maybe she's the priest.

In any case, she'll light up the place... it's her self proclaimed calling. There's people that play with fire, then there's pyromaniacs, and then there's Scorch. She takes it all to a whole new twisted level.

By the way, I'm still looking for an inker and colorist that can jive with my pencils. Drop me a line if you're interest. kenesu84@yahoo.com

Sketch-A-Day 1

2010-11-12T17:09:00.001-05:00

For Jenn Doudney, my long time friend. Abe Sapien and Hellboy come into contact with a strange looking teddy bear... The bear is one of my original characters... more of an inside joke, really.

I love drawing Hellboy, but Abe was definitely more entertaining to work with...and he's different. This would be my second stab at him. The first one was in a Dark Horse comic submission I drew a while back. I'll post those soon.

Cheers,

Kenny

New Art!

2010-02-18T14:16:00.003-05:00

It's been a while since I posted art on here. Here's one out of my Sketch Book. The computer crashed a few months back, so pretty much got a break from photoshop. Decided to fill some pages in the sketch book.

Rogue (X-Men)

Small Update...

2009-09-10T19:30:00.001-04:00

I haven't posted anything here or any of blogs I own in a while... I'll be back with something soon. I hate neglecting these things.

Babes and Martians!

2009-08-05T18:41:00.000-04:00

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Hey gang,

I've been working on this on and off. This was inspired by Dean
Yeagle and Frank Cho--mainly Cho. I think I found my calling with the
whole Monsters and Babes shtick. I always loved that kind of stuff.
Cave Woman, Shanna The She-Devil, you name it. I'd love to do an entire art book on this.

This piece was
also brought on by something that's been on my mind lately. I was
recently in talks for a commission and the potential client warned me
that it had a lot sexual content. At first, I went with it, but as he
went on, the project was going a bit too far for my taste, so I
declined. It sucks because I hate turning down money, but there was definitely some hardcore shit that I couldn't fathom drawing. So, I felt the need to draw something fun. This is somewhat
sexual, but it's all in good fun. I can turn it up a notch or two, but
my new rule is that I won't do anything Adam Hughes or Frank Cho
wouldn't do. As long as it's fun, I'm in.

Rape scenes and bondage are a no-no for me. I can do whips and chains, but as soon as it crosses over the line of fun and into the realm of...I don't know... You get the idea.

I really messed up
the inks, but thank God for Photoshop. It turned a nightmare into a
happy ending...sort of. It could be a lot better. The pens I brought
from Blick were crappy. Stay away from Itoya's Finepoint System. Any
recommendations for inks will greatly be appreciated.

Cheers,

Kenny

New Layout...

2009-07-24T02:18:00.003-04:00

Hey peeps,

How do you like the new look? This is basic as hell, but I like it better than the old one. I used to play around and create my own layouts, but I guess I've grown lazy over the years.

I'll be back with some art later.

Cheers,

Kenny

Wolverine Line up

2009-05-31T12:17:00.000-04:00

Striffle on deviantART.com hosted a one character line-up for the month of May. In celebration of the movie, Wolverine was the subject. It didn't take too long to create and I patted myself on the back for the ink job. It's been a while since I inked by hand, you know? My entry is on the bottom, under my deviantART user name, "Midnighter".

Wolverine OCL by =striffle on deviant ART

There's a handful of artist on there you definitely want to check out.My personal faves are Dan Schkade and Bratty Ben. Although his Wolverine entry wasn't his best work, Dan is a busy man making his comic, The Private Files of The Fowl. The excellent writing and art is inspired by the noir and crime dramas and Dan knows how to tell a story. He's a pro among the amateurs, which makes my visits to deviantART a treat. Bratty Ben, also known as Ben Perkins, is a master in the works. His sequential art is top-notch. He's great with pacing and he doesn't forget the little things. Look at the cat, for instance. The man knows how to tell the story.

By the Time You Read This p2 by ~BrattyBen on deviant ART

SONJA!

2009-04-30T12:25:00.007-04:00

I entered a contest over at deviantART a few months ago. Sadly, I dropped out of it due to pursuing work that could fill my wallet, if you know what I mean? It was fun while it lasted. I usually don't do sequential work, so it was a nice change for me. Sonja is a character I helped developed with my brother, Josh. She's one-half of a mercenary duo known as the Massacre Twins. I wrote a brief description on the reference sheet.

The reference sheet pretty much has everything you need for the character. Personality wise, she's like a blend of bubbly and psychotic. I guess you can compare her to Tira (Soul Calibur) or Harley Quinn (Batman: The Animated Series) if that helps. She suffered a lot of trauma in her childhood along with her identical twin sister, Sonya. Each adapted to the abuse in different ways. Sonya toughened up and became cold hearted while Sonja, to a certain extent, went crazy.

For the contest, all contestants had to draw an invite page, displaying that their original character accepts the invitation into the fight tournament. It was fun for me because, at the time, it was a long time since I drew any panels for a story. I never considered myself to be good at it, mainly due to the word balloons. Fortunately during the course of the tournament, the word balloons get better.

Time was a major factor into making these pages, so I skipped the colors and just settled for black and white. The first Round's location was in a jungle. Sonja's opponent had Superman-like powers, but his description didn't mention anything about invulnerability, so she had to win on random luck. A snake bite to the sacks did the job. After all, it was the jungle.

Round 2 was set in "My City Screams", probably in reference to the Spirit, but any city with buildings worked according to the rules. I used stock photos for the buildings.

Round 3 was set in Cartoon Land, so I pulled out my animation style. Since I'm developing a cartoon to pitch to major studios like Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network, I decided Sonja should be transformed into a cartoon. There is a reason why she's harming the spoon. Her opponent carries a giant spoon as a weapon and used it a lot in his previous rounds. Sonja, being the opportunist, decided to disarm him and go to town on his most prized possession. Her dialog was inspired by the Hulk Vs Thor DVD.

I like his response to my entry:

AFL3: Rad Savij v. Sonja by =RadSavij on deviant ART

Like I said before, it was fun while it lasted, but I had to pursue paying work. As fun as AFL was, my pockets were empty and the way the economy is, I couldn't stay. Maybe one of these days, I'll color the black & white pages. I do know for a fact that I'll kick out some more Sonja art. Hell, I'll draw some Massacre Twins art soon.

Cheers,

ケネス

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2009-04-06T17:55:00.001-04:00

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Empty...

2009-03-25T11:54:00.002-04:00

Man, I haven't posted here in a long time. I guess this place is mainly for folks who have some sort of fan following. Not as simple as Myspace or Xanga. At least I know where to run when I need privacy, being that no one visits these parts. Heh.

There's a lack of community on here.

When I get money, I'll be sure to invest in my own "dot com" or something.

Wish Bone...

2008-10-13T14:33:00.005-04:00

You know, when I designed this alien superhero, I was sooooo into with making a cool design, I forgot to give it a name. After searching long and hard, I decided to go with "Wish Bone" because his little logo on his loin cloth thingy looks similar to an actual wish bone you'd find in a turkey. I suppose this is what the citizens of Earth would call him since he doesn't speak.

I'll come up with an official alien name later as the story develops.

This character was inspired by a few things. I love Yoshimitsu designs from the Tekken 3 video game. He had an alien inspired look that was so cool, it's a personal favorite of mine. Another source of inspiration was the aliens from the film, Independence Day. In the early stages, I wanted this alien to be a villain for my character, Gorilla Boy. As time progressed, ol' Wish Bone seemed like it would do better as a hero. The old concepts of Gorilla Boy played a major role in the development of this character.

Deviant Art has a club called "Got Beef", which is pretty damn cool considering that you have full license to draw your original character beating the crap out of other original characters. It's an exchange of ass kickings---almost nasty fan art, but in a fan consensual way. I entered Wish Bone into a tournament, so it should be fun drawing him kick ass. On the other hand, it's inevitable that he'll get his ass kicked too. I just hope other artist will make it look as cool as possible.

Cheers.

Copyright © 2008 Kenneth Gordon

First Entry...

2008-10-10T01:16:00.002-04:00

I guess you can consider this to be a test entry. I'm new to this place, but I have myself spread across the web from site to site. Why did I choose to open an account on Blogger when I have a Xanga account, deviantART, and Myspace profile? To put it simply, the art community is bigger here. DeviantART takes the cake, but how many actually write their thoughts in their journal?

So consider this the newest addition to my internet dens.