trip to the natural history museum

Took the ladies drawing at the Natural History Museum. No matter how old I get, dinosaurs are always gonna be cool. Happy 2013.

more hockey stuff

The show airs in Canananada in a few days. Here's a couple of drawings I pitched in to help early on. It's a nice cool weekend here in LA. I love winter. I wish it would snow. KP.

colour story sketches

I f@#king miss hockey. But I don't plan to go to a game this year... I don't care if they get the season up or not. And if they don't get this season up, next year I'm just gonna watch it on TV. And my kids who love to go to games with me... I'll keep them out for the next two years, and by the time I start going to hockey games again, they'll be off in cars with shitty teenagers and not wanting to spend any time with their walleyed chubby white dad... so the cycle of spending money on the NHL may be broken in my family. I'm not bitter... I'm just sad these rich guys can't come to an agreement so they can waste my time and hard earned money with distraction and phony tribal faith that really means nothing in the grand scheme of my personal existence. And what is that existence without 12 dollar beers? It's actually pretty fulfilling... but don't tell the shitty NHL. How much walking dead and reruns of Sopranos can one man watch before a he has to actually spend time with his family? Quite a few... but my kids are getting more attention then they deserve. I could jack off into a big silver cup for a month and still never waste the same volume of time I've given to that stupid sport (and the product of my dead babies in Lord's Stanley's mug would have more potential than the dollars I've given to the Staples Center parking lot). Thanks for the perspective NHL! Well... in the meanwhile, I kicked in some help last year on a Canadian TV show about the grand ol' sport. Real artists made the show look awesome, but I shot out some sketches early on to spur my Karma to help the Kings win the cup last year (I don't believe in God god, but I do believe in the Hockey Gods... Or I used to. Two strikes in the last few years? I'm switching back over to the Metal gods. AC/DC on itunes may save my soul). Here's some doodles folks! I had fun making them in my sketch scribbly book. Don't judge the show by this stuff... like I said, real artists made it look good. It's a really awesome looking show!

sketchbook dump

Hey. Had some time at work so I thought I'd dump some sketchbook drawings on the ol' bloggity blog. Most of these were done with my kids so I had to doodle fast. Cheers, KP.

An Exquisite Corpse Comic

Been a while... sorry. Here's a comic I did for a book I was part of with a bunch of other Sony artists. I inherited the first image and had to leave the next artist with a final panel but none of us knew any more than that of each other's work. In the end, it becomes this rambling, fun, mess of a story that has a strange thread of obscure continuity running through it. It's pretty cool all in all! So my story is essentially just an examination of the creative process. In a nutshell, ideas are fished out of the ether, they are often loved, but ultimately they must be baked, and if they survive the cooking, they end up on TV or the Internet or out there in the big world where you can't control how other's perceive or receive them. They develop into their own existences. That's it. And I like to draw white guy underwear. I think it's funny. Cheers, KP.

Holy crap! It's been awhile. Blogger is all different and weird. I don't like change. It worries me. Here's a sketch dump. I've got a butt load of these... truth be told, my scanner died at home, and it's a pain to do this at work. But today is a quiet day, so I may as well put something up. Dilemma: I just farted in my office with the door closed. Do I open the door to allow the smell to escape, knowing the risk of somebody walking in is elevated, or do I wait it out? And if I wait it out, how long do I give myself considering that as I type this, I'm already getting used to the smell... which I have to say, is a smell I kinda like. Reminds me of the fried bologna sandwich I ate for lunch. Good times. Good times. Maybe I'll go outside and get a coffee and leave the room empty. That way, if somebody judges me, I don't have to be there to see it. It's better for everybody. bye!

Faces

Went to a conference this weekend and doodled while the lecturers talked. I've never had much of an attention span when it came to focusing in class.
Aimee and kids fly to Canada tomorrow. I love them, but its such a strange relief when I get the house to myself. Like popping a can of peanuts. I'll get lonely in a couple of days, but the change of pace keeps life interesting. Gots to finish my comic while they're gone!
Cheers all,
KP.