Y'know, I was looking through several years worth of old sketch books the other day, when I realised something - I have an unhealthily large collection of zombie drawings, not to mention numerous other assorted sci-fi/fantasy crap.
Anyway, I know it's not halloween yet, but here's three sketches that I'm loathed to leave rotting at the bottom of my wardrobe. Believe it or not, this one actually started out as a still life assignment at uni (I was supposed to be learning the human skull, but ended up getting sidetracked). Looking back, the poses aren't bad, the foreshortening is a little off, and the token bald space marine appears to be having some kind of stroke, from the look of his mouth. Still, I'm a sucker undead space-guys and their shenanigans.
Can't remember the story behind this one. He sure looks happy though, so that's something.
Ah, this guy. Let me tell you, staying up all night to catch a 6am bus, and watching Wizards whilst speed-balling Irn bru and skittles does strange, strange, wonderful things to a man's mind.
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