Monday, June 15, 2009

The Annunciation

So I've picked up The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, again, and am at the part where one of the main characters is a radioman in a remote Antarctic outpost. And I realized, "Hey, it's about time I sent a report out from my own hidden Bunker.

I apologize for being out of touch for more than a week. I wish I could say I was on some tropical vacation or modeling off the coast of Saint Barts with spider monkeys. But naw... I was just here, working my ebony ass off. One of the results of said ass-working-off was the diptych above, titled "The Annunciation."

It's for UNDEFEATED in August, and will appear on some of the promo material. The piece depicts The Angel boxer beckoning children to follow him and on his road to put Good back on top. This is a theme I'm revisiting in a few paintings for the exhibit. I'll try to get another piece (that's still in progress) scanned for a little blog show-and-tell this week, between the other things on my plate. For now, I hope you enjoy this one.

Oh, and welcome to the new blog subscribers! Nice to see the list growing a bit. Tell your friends to sign up, too... everyone's invited!

Peace and Monday meats.
- Bunker, out.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Sketch 82: Bullseye!

Robotron bet Sheriff Lonn he could take him in a fight.
Sheriff Lonn put his gun belt on and said,
"Step outside, punk. I'll prove you ain't right."

The robot was sure, but the lawman had a cure
For big Robotron's pig-headed ego.
He blasted all ova' with his laser pistolas,
And cried, "Robot, you ain't my amigo!"

By the end of the volley, Robo realized his folly,
As he took a shot straight to the eye.
And as the big bot retreated, utterly defeated,
Lonn yelled, "Cross me again, and you'll die!"

This was the last sketch from my night of cartoons, doodles, and coziness. Soon after finishing this one, I dozed off to the Voltron Lions fighting (shock!) a Robeast. Pure nerd joy.

- Bunker, out.

Sketch 81: Ouch.

... another sketch from UP night. By this point, my lovely cohabitator had started to drift off on the couch, beside me. So I took the opportunity push the nerdiness to the next level, and put on The Animatrix! It's such an incredible collection of animated shorts! I had forgotten how captivating all that Matrix stuff was when it first hit.

Anyway, the robots started flowing, as did the more rugged sketch style. This guy apparently forgot to load his pistol before the fight started. Those repairs to his headgear are gonna cost 'im.

- Bunker, out.

Sketch 80: Wrong Side of the Mother Board

I imagine even robots wake up a little grumpy, sometimes.

This is another one from the night of UP. I think maybe by now, we'd moved on to watching the end of Raising Victor Vargas (highly recommended).

- Bunker, out.

Sketch 79: Inna City, Deliver Me

My special ladyfriend and I went to see UP in 3-D at The Castro Theater last night. It was wonderful -- such a magical film, and the theater itself is something out of another time. Needless to say, I came home charged like Megatron high off dat energon, ready to blast my way through a pile of sketchbooks!

Also, when we got back, PBS was showing an in depth documentary on The Western Addition (our neighborhood in S.F.), and how its poor black citizens had to fight against rampant urban renewal (aka gentrification) that took hold after World War II. It was a great program, and really struck a chord with me. The same thing is STILL going down in San Francisco, and the African American population is steadily dwindling. Somewhere between the documentary, it's mention of all the jazz clubs and music of the Fillmore District here, and my feelings on this city's race issues, this sketch came out.

I guess adversity and ill feelings really are great inspiration.

- Bunker, out.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Sketch 78: Lonely Young Ronin

Lonely young ronin, more brutal than Conan,
Tell me now, why do you cry?

"Well, I'm worn to the bone and I miss my dear home,
And that Shogun, he ain't a nice guy.

"He orders my buddies to fight foreign cruddies,
He spreads death o'er the land like a flood.

"He's instilled in those younger, this undying hunger,
and all that will sate it is blood."

- Bunker, out.

ps-- If you look real close, you'll see that the buzzards in the background are milling around dead, crucified soldiers. "The horror... the horror...."

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sketch 77: Damn The Torpedoes!

"Damn the torpedoes! Damn the torpedoes!
Who the hell ordered this shit?!?"

"The choice must be easy for Captain O'Sheezey,
But I'm first to die when we hit."

- Bunker, out.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Sketch 76: Frankenstein's Monster, a Nazi, a Samurai, and Thing (from Adams Family) Walk Into a Bar....

Frankenstein's Monster got as drunk as a skunk,
His tolerance much weaker than his undead funk.

The nazi was stuck outside in the dark,
For he had 3 panzers and no place to park.

Thing had eyes for the stoic samurai,
He ordered some sake and rested on dude's thigh.

But the samurai diced him with moves swift and bold,
'Cause he enjoyed his sake unfiltered and cold.


- Bunker, out.