Reyes boxing gloves rough comp:

Here are some marker comps (unfinished work) I'm doing at Chicago Portfolio School.

New movie posters for "There Will be Blood": 

My Sonic Commercial

Two men sit parked in a car at Sonic fast food resteraunt.

Sonic A:  Have you tried these new chicken tenders from Sonic?

Sonic B: Oh yeah!  I'm gonna go on a tender bender!

Sonic A: They are delicious, try them with Sonic's new homemade tangy bbq sauce.

Sonic B: I'm all over it man, I'm on the tender bender.

Sonic A: You just like saying 'tender bender' don't you?

Sonic B: Tender bender!

They eat their tenders in silence.  They sit quietly as they finish their last bites. They look full and despondent.

Sonic A: What are we doing here?  I mean, why are we here? I forget.  A new promtion?

Sonic B: I don't know.

Sonic A: Do you know how we got here?  Do we have families?  You've said something a wife once... she wanted a milkshake.

Sonic B:  I don't know *increasingly worried*

Sonic A:  Do we have names?

Sonic B: I don't wanna think about those things.

Sonic A: Why?

Sonic B: Because when I try I can't.

Sonic A: Have we ever left this place?

Sonic B: I think so, I mean it feels like we have.

Sonic A: Why?

Sonic B: I don't know, what's the alternative?  *weeping*

Sonic A: Have you ever enjoyed anything I've ever said to you?

Sonic B: No.

Sonic A: Why do we say these things? I'd like to tell you how I feel but I can't.  I don't know how.

Sonic B:  I don't want to know.  I wish you've never said anything at all.  I want to go back.  We're finished.  We can't go back.  You've killed us.

*Sonic A begins frothing at the mouth first a yellow foam and then blood.  He slumps over without passion.*

*Sonic B looks down into his frozen drink weeping loudly.  He vomits a large amount of blood into his drink and goes limp.*

Two custodians remove the bodies and wipe down the car's interior a curtain is pulled infront of the car.

A voice off camera: Rolling in 5...4...3...2...1

The curtain is pulled open Sonic A and Sonic B are there again.

Sonic A:  Have you tried these new chicken tenders from Sonic?

Sonic B: Oh yeah!  I'm gonna go on a tender bender!

My Review of Game of Thrones Greyjoy Men's T-Shirt

Originally submitted at HBO

The Greyjoys of Pyke claim descent from the Grey King of the Age of Heroes. Known for their fierceness in battle, the Iron Kings of Greyjoy ruled far beyond their island lands, carving kingdoms in the mainland with fire and sword. The Greyjoy sigil is a golden kraken upon a field of black. Their wo...

Game of Thrones Greyjoy Men's T-Shirt

What does it even mean to be a t-shirt?

By Reek from Harrenhall on 4/18/2012

 

4out of 5

Sizing: Feels true to size

Pros: Greyjoy Doesnt' Sow

Cons: Paid the gold price

Best Uses: Watching tv, Being alone

Describe Yourself: Averaged size man

I feel proud to be a kraken but I just hope they like me back.

(legalese)

Look Dog...

I drew a giraffe in honor of J.R. Smith joining the New York Knicks.

Why I drink Mtn Dew

Why I drink Mtn Dew!

No sir! I will have a Dew. You ask me to recant, to stand aside and live with something else? I know sir, I know that I have not aged gracefully and yes, yes sir I know I may never snowboard again, and helicopters scare me. Those blades sir! That is the dragon, it is the demon that stalks the desert, it has quiet sentinels, and these sentinels pave the way for its terror. UNMITIGATED TERROR SIR! Sir, this fear is only natural for a man of my age and my stature. I am frail and the night is long, too long sir. It is only natural to crave, to desire a relic of youth. The Dew shines bright but holds no reflection. Do you see the appeal there sir? If you stare in to the abyss and it stares back with God’s holy light, then why deny it? There is no competition! It stands alone, sir. It truly is a tonic! Ambrosia, sir!

There is a darkness in me and I have seen it. The Dew has seen it as well, sir. It is a chalky plague that runs through my blood and lives in the back of my throat. The darkness is reasonable sir, and I would not have you judge it because of its nature. We can only be what God damned us to be. This darkness, the misery that lives in my throat only wants the one thing: God’s holy light. There is only one place to find this light. It is lemon lime and sublime. Vaguely citrus with unspeakable power. It is the only light I can hold, and I will grasp to it and nuzzle my face against it while I stare deep in to its luster and ignore the engulfing darkness.