The History of Future Folk

I did these a-frame drawings for some guys I know to help promote their new film The History of Future Folk. I've had the fortune of seeing it once already and it's a super fun movie. If you are a fan of A) science fiction. B) love. C) bluegrass music, then you should check out some information below.

Who: You and your friends
What: A movie
Where: Cinema Village
When: May 31st
Why: You really tryin' to go out to a bar in the East Village on a Friday?
How: Get on the subway, your bike, razor scooter, horse, hovercraft, etc. and get your ass to 22 East 12th Street

You are TERMINATED.

These 3 pieces were going to used in this collaborative project where all these illustrators would do a few spoof sideshow posters and then they'd be arranged on the wallets like a giant wall advertising a coming sideshow. But, I think my excitement for the project became public knowledge, which inevitably caused it's termination. It's hard when a project you really want to work out and spend a lot of time on ends up getting tossed out. It's happened a few times and It'll always be something that bothers me for a few days after I get the news.

I originally only had to do the black and white versions because the art directors were going to be taking care of the color and designing a specific border to be used on all the illustrations, but I decided to color them all myself so the project wouldn't feel unfinished to me. Enjoy the two versions and the thumbnail sketches.

Fear of Space

I've posted a similar picture before on this blog of an astronauts insides oozing out into space and my header is pretty much the same thing, just without the other astronaut shooting him in the head, and I think this one above is sort of the final installment in a pretty basic trilogy. As a kid, I used to have this intense fear that earth's gravitational pull would collapse, or just stop working, or just do whatever it would have to do so that there would be no more gravity, and I'd float out to space and that would be the end of me. Sorry, but Science class after 7th grade became a chore so sounding like I know what I'm talking about, or even seeming remotely intelligent on this subject is not gonna happen. I also saw Total Recall at an impressionable age, so those two things convinced me that there's no oxygen in space and people just explode without their space gear. 

Here's right before I started laying down the color.

Detail shot.