Okay, so my mother lends her wizardry with numbers to my old grade school's sports organization, and I did some work for them through her this week. Somewhere during the creative process she suggested I add Al in baseball duds. "Don't go into illustration, mum", I told her. (
"Oh, there's no danger of that.")
I finished sadistic monster-free, but afterward I couldn't help but
explore the concept. Then this one came out and I liked the type, and before I knew it I had this glorified sketch on my desk and a fog in my brain, the latter of which was lifting just enough to let me wonder where my brain had been for the last hour and why I felt all smarmy and violated.
Alan has... an inappropriate tendency to act on his anger, but you don't really know it until he follows you to your car after the game. And he's usually smiling the whole time, so you can never be sure whether you've actually pissed him off or he just figured smashing your teeth down your throat with the blunt end of a baseball bat would be a nice way to close the day.
I'm starting to think I'm taking so long to get my tablet fixed because I actually
like practicing traditional work. Except the red. I had to do all of that with one 01 Micron that I don't imagine has a very fulfilling future left ahead of it. My wrist, either--if that doesn't build character, I don't know what will.
They kicked him off the team. He bit off their faces.
In the outfield no one can hear you scream.
I can go on.
I actually imagined Al to be more of a hockey guy because "Czar" makes me think of the Russians, and the Russians are pretty kickass at hockey. Not only that, but there's a lot of violence in hockey and the players usually look like big, hairy lumberjacks.. *cough* like Al. NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING BIG AND HAIRY, MIND YOU!
Al in this picture.. he looks like he's having a ball.. heh, ball.. get it? Ah hah hah... also, I love all the little teeth in the blood. It's a nice touch.