This is for a project I’m working on with the very talented Daniel Beirne, of www.saidthegramophone.com. We’ve been wanting to get this comic going for a while, but my hemming and hawing was delaying action. Then, last night, for no reason at all, I decided to go for it; I whipped up this mock-up. How do these split second mind-changes happen, I wonder?
That’s all for now, we’ll see what I come up with tomorrow.
Note: The image is upside down.
Gabriel Silveira
He’s a man who hails from São Paulo, Brasil (where my grandma was born). More importantly he’s a man who’s illustration is a compelling combination of clean drawing technique and very sharp design. Despite inability to speak Portuguese, I understand his language. His work is clean and crisp, and his subject is always expressive and energetic. Still, a lot of his work has a subtly aged finish to it, a veneer bends the character of his work away from the wacky and towards the appealing.
Make sure you check out his flickr gallery as well as his portfolio site. The portfolio is in Portuguese, so you’ll have to click on Trabalhos (Works) to access his material.
The Book
When I was a boy there was a kid in my fourth grade class called Gavin. I don’t remember his last name, but I remember we were pretty good friends. We’d hang out on the weekends, play video games, and go to each other’s respective birthday parties. When I turned ten he got me an educational hydroponic science kit. He was a good friend, I suppose, but he had this one quirk that I never understood. This bizarre affectation that, since then, has mutated and been absorbed into my character.
Whenever Gavin didn’t have anything interesting to say, whevener there was a brief silence, he’d put on a scottish accent and yell, in his best early ninties rap-rhythm, “Yo DJ, spin that orange!”
I never understood what exactly it meant. Never. So great was my incomprehension that I came to adopt it as my own anthem for non-sequiturs. Anytime I see something that’s disjointed, or doesn’t seem to fit with my worldview, my inner-monologue slyly whispers, “Yo DJ, spin that orange.”
I said it today when I took a long look at this drawing. It makes sense, in the context of the book, but outside of that I would have never guessed that I’d drawn it.
MUTO by BLU
A favorite of mine. I’m sure the majority of you have seen it, but for those who haven’t, enjoy.
Visit BLU’s site: http://www.blublu.org/
