Submitted this caricature to Jason Seiler for his podcast interview of Mike Marino. Truly an honor that it even got shown. Just amazes me that we live in the age of the internet and connections like this can be made. These two guys are at the top of their respective fields.
If you don’t know Mike Marino, he is a modern day Carpeaux with the attitude of Bernini. You can tell he is a student of art, has/does put in a lot of hard work, and is a humble guy about it all. Really inspiring stuff.
When I was working on this, Ashley (my wife) asked, “Who is that guy?” with big doe eyes. I was forced to say “He’s a nobody. A real schmuck and dirtball.” but she knew better. Needed to add some gore so she would stop checking him out over my shoulder. I could probably take him in arm wrestling. Maybe not. The man does sculpture so he’s probably got some good grip.
Here is the podcast where my work was shown. I feel like a 12 year old boy that Jason Seiler had some input on it. It’s at 1:12.
Stopped at five alligators but could have added a few more. Those other countries have national policies for paid vacation days and paid maternity leave as well.
Did the whole picture in low res and never noticed. Doh!
Idea for an animated short:
A boy is playing with his friends in a lake. In the distance he sees the blurry outline of the lochness monster. He turns to his friends and points but the image is gone. They don’t believe him.
He spends the rest of his life hunting the lochness in his free time. Every Sunday he goes to the lake to search. As he gets older he gets more bitter as the townspeople tease him. He starts bringing a gun with him. If he ever sees the monster again, he wants to make sure he has the evidence of it.
One day he is in his boat as pictured above and the monster looks over his shoulder at the map he always has with him. He puts the binoculars up to his eyes and turns his head. He is looking directly at the monster now. He drops the binoculars and in his shock falls out of the boat. The boat anchor becomes entwined in his leg and pulls him down. The light becomes farther and farther away until the screen goes black.
He blinks his eyes open. He is on shore with his boat and the monster is gone.
Next week comes and he is at the store and one of the townspeople gives him a little jab about his search. That day he decides not to go for the first Sunday in forever. He is mad that he had his opportunity slip through his fingers. He sits at home and becomes restless. Finally he decides to go out again and grabs his rifle from the wall.
Cut to the lake. He walks out onto a pier where his boat awaits. As he walks out he sees a ripple in the distance. It grows and moves toward him. The monster rises from the lake. He is shocked again but composes himself enough to raise his gun to his shoulder.
He blows the head right off the monster and then everyone believes him. Just kidding.
He shakes and can’t pull the trigger. Lowering the gun he sits down on the pier and lowers his head. He can’t do it and is dejected.
He is still bitter knowing that he can’t kill it and no one is going to believe him. He throws his notepad out into the water. The monster retrieves the notepad and brings it back, wagging it’s tail for him to throw it again. The old man smiles and does it again.
Next week comes and he is at the store and someone in town gives him a little jab about his search for the monster. He takes it in stride and implies that he is not going to give up the search.
He goes to the lake and plays with the monster – his new routine.
Two great things from the 80’s.
Rather than a peg leg he has a tree limb. Can take oak trees down twice his girth in one swipe.
In an alternate universe Anne Frank took it to the Nazis in a jacked up mecha sporting a 50 cal gatling gun and a menorah spear of justice.