Poses

I did these on Monday of a brilliant model, who I haven't worked with before and unfortunately didn't introduce myself to. Hope you like a few of them.

 

A detail of the above piece.

Some little sketches

Some are newer than others.

AdLab

These are some logo concepts for a student-run advertising agency at BU. They didn't use my designs. I might just be too radical. Or just not cut out for logo design. Or just not cut out for logo design for AdLab. I'll figure it out later.

Framed

The modern scribe

Here's a small spot illustration I did for the blog section of a student online publication at BU called the COMmunicator. I'm told the illustration should go up sometime soon. Anyway, here's the final and a few of the concept thumbnails (some of which I preferred to the concept they chose). 

These are a couple of sketches I did for fun while concepting for this illustration.

Furriest

The last of the three vacuum campaign illustrations: Rapunzel and her bunnies. The final, the thumbnail, and the original digital sketch.

 

Fur

About a month ago, my parents told me about an animal that died on the edge of their backyard. They held off on investigating the death because of the massive snowfall at the time, and then kind of forgot about it. They noticed ravens tearing at the carrion, and time passed.

Then this past week I decided I should finally check out the remains (it could have been a neighbor's dog, after all). I fully expected to find a skeleton of some kind left over, but I found something quite different. Fur. Big clumps of fur. Some still attached to skin, but most just loose, and grouped into small carpets on the wet leaves. The snowbanks had clearly swept some of the hair down a small embankment against a stone wall left by farmers of yore, but the majority seemed untouched.

Curiously, there were no bones or any other remains to speak of. The scavengers were thorough. And though I thought the recent death would deter other wildlife from coming near the area, the site has become a frequent hangout for deer—as is evidenced by scat piles. This is partly due to my parents' hosta bushes which serve as a buffet when other vegetation grows scarce midwinter (much to my dad's chagrin).

I was at first sort of appalled by the fur. I found the remains disturbing because there was no other sign of the animal's former presence. But after a while I found it purely fascinating. As unsettling as it was to find the stray fur blanketing the forest floor, it was also strangely beautiful.