Are You (Victoria) Mock-ing Me?

I have a younger sister named Victoria and let's just say she makes stuff. She's always making stuff.

It would be an understatement to say she makes "dolls". Or that she "sculpts". She is the MacGiver of finding household or thrift store things to create her many homunculi.

Here are just a few:

Victoria has always been the 3-D member of the family. Not only does she frequently astound everyone with her fantasy and science-fiction themed sculptures, but she excels at set design, miniatures, costumes and making props for her partner Rob Lanning's films at Merninja Productions (where she serves as executive producer.)

Whether it's designing and putting together suitably sensational Halloween costumes, or decorating and painting a dull apartment like a Tuscan home, she seems to have a bottomless genius for transforming the ordinary into the beautiful or fantastical. (She actually found a cheesy fiberglass fireplace from a thrift store and turned it into a work of art. When she was done with it looked like it had been imported from an Italian villa.)

 Me, I just draw and paint stuff.

Victoria began to make her sculptures for the fun of it, and of course the joy of it turned into a full-time job and she began Victoria Mock Studios, in which she makes a continuing parade of ethereal fairy tale ladies, mythical creatures and outer space monsters. She frequently takes commissions, transforming people's favorite characters (or their own creations) into sculpts. She surprised me this Christmas by turning my own character Swamp (from my graphic novel, Heaven and the Dead City), into the very first "action figure" based on any of my comics. (She said she wished she'd given him "kung fu grip", and wouldn't that have been cool...?)

The page of the graphic novel the pose
(left) was based on.

Swamp from my Heaven and the Dead City.
Sadly, without kung fu grip.

I'll just let you feast your eyes on a gallery of her creations. You can inquire about commissions here or here, and make sure to visit her Etsy store!

Before we get to the eye candy, here's some behind-the-scenes of the making of a dragon...

 

 

                                           And some familiar faces and characters:

It's Harry Houdini, ladies and gentlemen! (who sold very quickly)
(Hmm, wonder if he managed to get out of his shipping box before it arrived to its destination?)

Pilot from Farscape.

Illyria from Angel.

Kosh from Babylon 5.

And... um... Robot Monster? (This is Rob's fault.)

And finally, yes, that is a unicorn horn that Victoria constructed for Rob's truck. You see, it's also the fab Uni-Truck, which features in the hilarious web series, Unicorn Hunters, about an inept team of paranormal investigators, directed by Rob and with lots of goofy visual input from my sister.
                                                                              Watch it here.

 And drop my sister a line and express praise for her homunculi before she makes a voodoo doll of me. (She does have some of my hair, and like everything else lying around the apartment, this has a chance of becoming part of some faery or creature.)

The Doctor and I

I've recently done some Doctor Who fan art... for no other reason than because fan art is FUN. The challenge with this particular fan art is trying to show a Doctor we haven't really met yet (though, as of this blogpost we've all famously seen only his eyes.) This will change, of course, in the upcoming Christmas special next week. We don't know yet what the Twelfth Doctor ("No sir, all Thirteen!") will be wearing, only that he will be played by the very wonderful Peter Capaldi. And rest assured, Mr. Capaldi will make an AMAZING Doctor.

Twelve: The Midnight Hour
 I was originally going to do the whole picture in color, and then opted for just one
accent color: TARDIS blue. (This is done with acrylic gouache with black ink on bristol paper.)
I was also going for a sort of black-and-white retro look, à la the William Hartnell era.

Because I don’t know what Twelve will eventually be wearing, I kept it simple for now:
 long coat and a scarf. (I was thinking older Bowie.) Everything is always more dramatic
with clothes that can billow…

I’ve also always wanted to do a picture of a weird double-ringed planet, so here it is.
(Apparently it really is plausible if a moon has an erratic orbit and
 is breaking up. Anyway, when did I ever let the laws of physics
prevent me from drawing anything…?)

More speculation on what he was going to wear led to this cartoon...

   I was extremely excited for Mr. Capaldi the moment I heard he was in the running for the new Time Lord. Not only is he a brilliant and versatile actor, but we'd finally have an older Doctor again! Maybe I'm also all excited because he's closer to my own age. You see, I'm a Doctor Who old-timer. How old? Well...let's just say that Doctor Who and I debuted the same week back in 1963. The Doctor and I are both 50. (Well, give or take a thousand years.)

One of the many ways I spent my birthday week:
My sister got me a  TARDIS full of my favorite candy bars (Milky Ways) and
I worked on my graphic novel pages while listening to the dvd commentaries
of a stack of classic Doctor Who episodes I checked out from the library.
(I love listening to dvd commentaries while I work.)

When the 50th Anniversary special loomed and I did not have BBC America, I made a desperate attempt to avoid spoilers (they were popping up all over the internet) by slamming my laptop closed and pulling out my sketchbook to distract myself. I started doing a lot of very quick, silly Doctor Who cartoons that I will share here. (I apologize for the unfinished sketchiness of them but I was just goofing off while I was waiting for the Day of the Doctor to become available to download from iTunes... and meanwhile, all my UK friends were able to see it in cinemas with a live audience! I was feeling the agony of being BBC-less.)

But after I finally did see the special (about 2 a.m. in the morning, US Mountain Time) I was very pleased in my assumption that Twelve would indeed have a particularly powerful stare...

A huge surprise for me on Thanksgiving morning was finding that this
 second cartoon had been  featured on the official BBC America Doctor Who blog!

Everyone who knows me knows what a Doctor Who geek I am. Here is some evidence (taken earlier this year at the Phoenix Comic-Con):

Exhibit A
Notice how everyone around me is
completely unconcerned that a Dalek is
is trying to exterminate me.

Doctor Who premiered in November of 1963 in BBC television for the first time and starred the beloved William Hartnell as a mysterious and somewhat grumpy time-traveler. (I premiered several days earlier in a hospital in New Jersey.) I would not become aware of this peculiar British show until years later, when I was a small girl visiting my grandmother's house.

It was there on my grandparents' television set that I first became entranced by Jon Pertwee in his velvet smoking jacket and frilly shirt using Venusian aikido on some fiendish villains somewhere in England.

And here were scary plastic people coming to life and making me run behind my grandfather's easychair. For some reason, when I was a little kid, a man being done in by a melting plastic chair was the most horrifying thing I'd ever seen. (Forget Daleks and Cybermen: even to this day, I still view plastic chairs with a certain distrust.)

Despite plastic chairs and giant maggots and dangerous goo everywhere (hasn't anyone in science fiction learned by now that you should never touch the goo?! The GOO is always BAD!) I continued to watch this strangely wonderful science fiction show with increased fascination. I had no doubt that the man in the frilly shirt would save me from the monsters.

And I admit to having had a little crush on Jon Pertwee as a small girl. (Maybe it was the hair. It's always the hair with me...)

But this was just the beginning of my love for Doctor Who. It would be years later when I was re-introduced to the Tom Baker era and onward. And still later I would finally see the episodes with the man who had played the Doctor when I was born: William Hartnell. This was soon to followed by the marvelous Patrick Troughton who could seamlessly switch between clownish elf and  very intense scientist. The contrast between the Second Doctor and the tough, athletic Third (Pertwee) made for some of my favorite Doctor Who moments when they would risk a time paradox and meet each other.


Eight's gothic TARDIS interior.

While I think each of the Doctors has his own individual endearing qualities, I-- like everyone else who loves the show -- have my favorites. I'm loyal to the Third Doctor, but also grew to love the Second the more new episodes of his I discovered. I admit to being one of the Eighth Doctor's early defenders and having a longtime fondness for Paul McGann's very excitable, easily distracted romantic-- who had books and candelabra in his TARDIS.  His is still my favorite TARDIS interior mostly for, well, how cozy it seemed with the rugs and the candles and the other gothic touches. It was like Lord Byron in space!
(Eight, of course, was later to become sad and disillusioned before he finally got his missing regeneration scene this year.)

I took one of those goofy online quizzes just recently. "Which Doctor are you?" Well, I must have been sufficiently grumpy when I took the test and ended up being the First Doctor. Apparently no one is ever to make the mistake in assuming I'm frail or weak. Also, I'm capable of tearing apart a planet for someone who's earned my trust. In The Five Doctors, he was the one who kept the coolest, wisest head (even if he was played by another actor) and he ended up saving the day. The other Doctors all deferred to him.
                                   Never underestimate One: he was a badass.

Trust me, this is not the end of the Doctor Who fan art. Between working on my other projects, I've started a portrait of William Hartnell in the same style as I did the Midnight Hour picture of Twelve. This will be followed by each of the other Doctors (yes, John Hurt, you too) until I get back around to Twelve again and we'll finally know what his costume will look like. Naturally, I'll have do a new one.

I leave you with some more silliness from my sketchbook, also done while  trying to avoid 50th spoilers...

For an excellent look at the early days of Doctor Who, I give my highest recommendation that  you see An Adventure in Space and Time. Written by Mark Gatiss, it is a touching, loving look at the William Hartnell years.

Inking the Cartoons...

As you probably already know, I have another blog called Pre-Raphernalia which is full of many, many silly cartoons based on the lives of the Pre-Raphaelite artists and their circle. (Read about the making of it here and here.) They're all done very informally in pencil, in my sketchbooks, which I then scan into my computer and post on my blog and on Facebook. You will see in these scans the edges of the paper, the seam of the binding, eraser crumbs, etc. As I  do this mostly for fun and my (and now hopefully others' entertainment) I was unconcerned about the casual appearance of the drawings, which I think is part of their fun as well. (Well, at least for me...)

Because I've been asked to gather them together into bookform for possible publication, it was also suggested that I go and clean them up a bit (in other words ink and actually neatly letter them, using a variation of my favorite medium, acrylic gouache.)

You can see the difference between the pencil drawing and the "cleaned-up" version here:

 

So I've been slowly but surely trying to ink and letter them when I have the time around other assignments and projects. Because they're cartoons and somewhat flat as far as outlining and shading go, they don't take as long to transfer and paint as say, my pages of  Heaven and the Dead City do. And I can get them done light years faster than any color work I do! (Color adds a new dimension and  much more preparation-- at least for me-- as I demonstrated in my last post about the Keats painting, which still isn't done yet. *sigh*)

 

I photocopy the cartoons from my sketchbook to a larger size, trace them onto a sheet of vellum bristol paper (on which I do almost all my painted artwork). I clean up and "fix" the drawing, then I get out my old-fangled Ames Guide to letter it. (Yes I still use an Ames Guide.)

 

Makes my lettering less crooked, or at least it tries...
 

Carla Speed McNeil, the creator of the amazing graphic novel Finder (read it!!), once gave me superb advice for lettering your own comic if you are particularly unsure of your own lettering skills. I had approached her as a newbie at a convention after attending a panel for independent comics publishers and she suggested typing the text up (in the proper size and font of your choice) on your computer, print it out, then use it as a guide on your lightbox to trace over. (This is where the Ames Guide comes in for ruling out where to place the printed type.) Using this wonderful idea (I bow to you for your advice, Carla!) I was able to appropriate even a Kelmscott font for this cartoon of William Morris and Edward Burne-Jones:

 

 

 

 

Then the drawing is lettered using my good ol' Micron Pigma pens:

 

 

I use a Micron Brush pen to begin the drawing.

 

It's like a brush... and a pen...

 

 Then finally I begin painting using my tubes of various shades of Acryla gray gouache. Only four shades rather than fifty. Hahaha... I crack me up. Okay, right, moving along...

I prefer using imitation Sable Rounds, as I've mentioned in a previous post on this blog. Acrylic gouache is an amazing invention: it has all the velvetty matte properties of a gouache finish, plus it's waterproof! It makes my brain explode with how useful this stuff is. Unfortunately, I can't just go down to the local art supply store and buy tubes of it because most art supply stores don't even carry it. I usually have to order it online and pay what I think is waaaay too much for shipping... (Oh, don't get me started...) But eventually it does end up in my mailbox and I am doing a happy Snoopy dance again.

Lastly, I use a brush and black paint to give what's hopefully a more organic flow to the drawing's outlines. Then I add highlights with Permanent White paint (most opaque), as well as using it to correct small errors.


So here are some of the cartoons that have been inked and painted so far using this method. Many, many more to come!