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Corben and Me Page 2 of 3 Photoshop
has an Instant-Corben™-button. It's a one-click path to
success, the final solution to all the long hours of sketching and
getting cramps in your hand. Kieran Yanner, kicking even more ass than
usual, told me about it - but I don't think he understood the
scope of what he was saying: FILTERS -> SKETCH -> STAMP (gasp!) Here is the fine print:
All right so this isn't the ultimate Corben filter, but it could prove useful for some things if speed is a factor - and speed is a HUGE factor if your goal is to make sequential art. All these "cheats", filters and tricks come with some inherent risks of... Uh, like... Getting rich and famous too fast for your ego to handle. Really, this is a fucking goldmine, go nuts with it. By this time, if you're at all interested in Richard Corben's older work, you might want to check out some of his books. Here's my ultra-condensed list of essential reading: 1. Den (pt. 1-5) 2. The Den Saga (short stories, pt. 1-4) 3. Jeremy Brood 4. Mutant World 5. The Bodyssey 6. Planetoid I
also think you should read the Hellblazer Special "Hard Time",
written by Brian Azzarello with artwork by Corben. The art is rather
plain, simple inks, but the story is awesome. If
you're looking for an instant Corben fix, take a look over at
http://fantagor.tumblr.com/ November 20, 2005 I've done a bit of painting, all from my head: Pretty mudded colors in that one, not very punchy, but the drawing's all right. Not perfect, but it gets the job done. Man I need to start making anatomy studies again. For the next one I used the Broad Wheel Airbrush in Painter. Quite a revelation really, it does all the things I want it to do. Perfect color blending, adds a bit of texture, and it's fast. Works well together with the Oils. Taking that approach one step further... Woah. It's the 80's all over again. They would have have handed me my ass if I'd done this back in art school. This is quickly moving to something totally stripped of any artistic merit, but it's so much fun!! It's surprising how much the choice of tools can dictate the outcome. Or rather, a certain set of tools encourages you to do things a certain way. Airbrushes turn you into one of those sunsets-and-dolphins guys who peddle their awful crap to tourists. This stuff doesn't just happen though, it doesn't just pop out of nowhere. This inclination toward the cheap and tacky must have lain dormant in the recesses of my brain... And now I've set it free! I'll never be the same person again, I'll be the David Hasselhoff of art! All right, concider this scenario... Let's say I let this stuff run wild, I go on an all-out airbrush frenzy that would make Luis Royo cream in his pants. I'll paint naked women, dolphins, indian cheifs, sunsets, the Manhattan skyline, crying children and a fucking red Lamborghini Countach. And people start pouring money into my pockets. Then what do I do? People with mullets will hang my pictures in their bedrooms. I'll be like Mark Wahlberg in Boogie Nights, forever trapped in porn but dreaming of making real movies and being a real actor. Granted, I haven't got that much artistic integrity to lose, but the little I got is actually quite valuable to me. Where would I be without my high horses and the ability to sneer at cheap shots aimed squarely at making money? I'll need a pseudonym to make this work. Say hello to Chester Rockwell. |
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