Missään ei soiteta hautajaismarsseja niinkuin täällä soitetaan

I thought I'd show you guys (yes, you both readers of this measly blog) again how my school stuff is going at the moment. Well! Some of you might know (Maaret, I'm looking at you - I don't know about you, random stranger) that I'm doing a Kalevala journal for my visual language project that started in September and will end in January. It's eating me with the amount of work I have to put into it, but at the same time I'd like to think I'm creating something that I can recycle and reuse in the future for, say, possible story ideas or even, gods forbid, concept art.

So, to prove you I'm not ALL talk: work in progress scans.

Mind you, all this still lacks the appropriate text that I'm going to write at the very last moment. I'll probably slap some watercolors on some parts of this, and also ink, black And diluted with water - and hey, guys, this is all part one of two. I haven't even Started inking the Pohjola part!

So there you have it, I'm NOT slacking off and drawing silly images on sandwich wrappers here in the Emerald Isle!

Squashed nuts and some butter

I was walking by Forbidden Planet and suddenly noticed there was a small A4 note about a signing for today, from 1 to 3 PM. So I popped in, because someone I recognized was there.

Look at that print. Look. It's got my name on it. Guys, it was Ramón bloody Pérez! I got a signed print from Ramón Pérez even though it was already past his finishing time and he was in the middle of a Hellboy sketch and I didn't even know he was coming to effing Ireland on his European tour and akfgbsadgh he was such a goddamn gentleman!

TODAY I SCORED AT LIFE. WHAT DID YOU DO.

Once upon a time in the west

Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
Still gonna get you if don't do something
Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course
You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force
Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Here, mom, these are the storyboards for my short film at school now. Doop de doop da bob.

Fantastic, boys. Well done!

I actually don't know what's with that whole glare-you-to-death thing these two have going on here. The first one to come up with the most interesting (please note: not necessarily realistic!) backstory gets... an amazing prize! And cookies!

Also, Heroic Stranger so needs a name because Rogue is now called Vincent. Poor, poor nameless boy.

Correlation to individual development

Oh right, I have this thing as well. Erm. Whoops? My life at the moment consists of school work, school work and school work, and when I'm not school-working I'm either sleeping, cooking or drawing silly crap to keep myself motivated. No money for booze or any remarkable fun-having, but getting cooking tips from my awesome Chinese landlady is still pretty neat. Tune in next month for more EXCITING ADVENTURES of my INSANELY WILD LIFE, when I wrestle trolls on the mountains, ride on phookas over the meadows and gamble with leprechauns!

Or, instead, have some compensation pictures.

He was VERY charismatic!

I was going to talk about this Once Again (yes, I know, and no, I won't shut up), but I assume you can deduce everything from the foam coming out of my mouth. Like this: ffbbblblffffhhkkhh.



Seriously, guys! Just listen to that music! (Do you think it's legal in some city on Earth to marry 2D characters?)