State of the blog.

I mainly keep this blog to comment on other people's art posts, so I'm going to stop with the redundant updating of my own work. If you want to keep up with what I'm up to, head on over to my LiveJournal or website!

American Psychos.

Who would you rather be entangled in some variety of hypothetical romantic interest with, Harvey Dent before his Two-Face transition, or "Bruce Wayne" at any point after his world wanderings with the catch that you'd never know about the other side of the proverbial coin?

I'm honestly stuck on which option would be the more perfect setup for a psychological horror movie.

Speaking of setups, this one is coming weeks in advance but I'll be attending the New York Comic-Con next month. I'm going with my pal Lex in costume all three days (UH HUH THASSRIGHT), so we should be easy to spot if you want to say hi! Just look for the lanky blonde and sturdy half Asian in various states of ridiculousness. More on that later.

You may remember my adventures at last year's NYCC. I have the option of using the professionals' entrance this time around, but I'll probably wait in the regular line with Lex in case any more potential hilarity gold decides to spice up my life. Maybe I'll run into my little chum again. Fingers crossed, guys!

Aquamantastic!

Down into the endless blue wine
I'll open my head and let out
all of my time.

Tom Waits, "The Ocean Doesn't Want Me."

A woman valorous, true, and willing to smash you.

Here's another superheroic redesign, this time of Big Barda. See what the fashion-forward eyes over at Project: Rooftop saw in it over here.

Oh brother don't turn, go on, go on.

Oh, I bet you long for the life that you lived.
me and myself, I got nothing to lose but this war...
...and when the war came,
I signed up for you.

Madrugada, "The Riverbed."

A drawing of Dick Grayson, sometimes known as Nightwing, featuring his propensity for gravitas, grace, bullet scars and ballet flats. This is something like the opening lines of my visual treatise on l'esprit du Dick.

So a porn star and a Buddhist monk walk into this blog...

Another new illustration for an article in the Las Vegas Weekly, this time about a porn convention! Taking that into consideration, I think I managed to keep the cheesecake to a fairly sedate level, but I will warn you; never before in my art career have I drawn melons so large. Not that these ones are any larger than what you'd see on your average female background character in what we call "ze comics," but still.

To counteract the extremely sparkly sordidness of the aforementioned, I'm also including a sketch of everybody's favorite son of a serial-womanizer-for-justice hot multiracial vigilante Buddhist monk, Connor Hawke.

What happened to Keon Clark?

I handled the cover art for the current issue of the Las Vegas Weekly. The main article is about the troubled career of former NBA player Keon Clark.

FIST-A-CUFFED.

Here's the team that Lucy Knisley, Alisa O, and I came up with for FACA 4; THE LADYFINGERS. Respectively, we were "Milly," "Lilly," and "The Dowager Killstress." We may've been destroyed by a bunch of stick figures, but we went down swinging our scary fists! Thanks for the violent memories, ladies.

Original art.

Bird Goddess and fashion plate, 1943.

True to herself.

Here's a Wonder Woman redesign for Project Rooftop's Wonder Woman Wardrobe War! It's a mixed media work and there's everything from acrylic, wood, pen, ink, and encaustic to Photoshop work thrown in there.

Yfmoc era snikpmup skniht annataz.

More art than I know what to do with.

For Justice!

Another new picture over at my LJ. I have really got to get coding, my poor website is probably starting to feel kind of neglected!

Welcome back, television.

The Smallville season premiere was a rollicking roller coaster. My favorite part? Bizarro Clark's Bizarro face.

Like most other people who have bothered to think on such things, I always just assumed that Bizarro's skin was made of oogie-boogie yuck-gunk. But I liked the phasing metallic effect employed by these, the translators, interpreters, and technology-tellers of our modern mythology. It really said, "We have thought about how the polar opposite of Clark Kent, the symbol of some collective America's deepest hopes and fears for itself, would manifest physically and psychologically in the latter half of this century's dawning decade, and we have concluded that The Terminator was cool."
It's been years since I tried drawing anything directly into Photoshop, and sure enough, this was a pain. Yet weirdly fun!

FACA4!

So. Fist-a-cuffs; the fightiest of all art fights to ever smash the Internet to design-conscious pieces. I plan on participating in this round, but I can't do it alone! I need to find two (2) art friends willing to ally themselves with me as either a fighter or manager for fame, sportsmanship, and GLORY.

If anybody out there's interested in teaming up, please leave a comment or contact me through e-mail, mingdoyle (at) gmail.com. I am even offering examples of my work for decision-making purposes at no extra cost!

The scrappin' times, they are nigh.

Graffiti is a crime.

Facebook's graffiti wall is quite diverting. It reminds me of my mid-teenage years, when I used to prowl the Internet looking for sleazy oekaki joints to bust up with my mad art skillz and faux anime interpretations of movie stars. These days I am more into adorning the obvious;

and knitting;
The second drawing was inspired by this talented lady's Wonder Woman Jumper. Thank you, the Internet, for bringing such important things to my attention. Now, to build on a theme by indulging in The Non-Adventures of Wonderella!

Hello friends.

My name is Ming. I have a website and a MySpace, both of which make this blog doubly redundant, and yet. Here are some superheroes and science-villains from my LJ in lieu of more informative written content. The proliferation of online presences probably speak for themselves!