© Martin Corba 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
It's-a meee, Timmy-o!
Decided to play around with the Super-Timmy Turner-o idea some more, and hey presto!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
M is for... Timmy-o?
Well.. I had planned on drawing Mario, but after watching Fairly Odd Parents with the kids (Our two year old calls it "Franky Art Parents" :D ) Mario somehow turned into Timmy...o.
Hmmm. Now that I look at it again..he kind of looks like Timmy dressed as Magnum P.I., dressed as Mario. Yarr!
Might work on this one some more.
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Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
ROBTS!
Here are a few Robots for the weekly activity over on Apedogs. Robot design by Mike Mitchell.
^Robot doing "the robot" - Acrylics & marker + photoshop.
Lay Jabba no bootherrrrr! - Pencil sketch, colors photoshop.
© Martin Corba 2009
^Robot doing "the robot" - Acrylics & marker + photoshop.Lay Jabba no bootherrrrr! - Pencil sketch, colors photoshop.© Martin Corba 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Franklin C. Butterscotch - Time Traveller
Here's a character and backstory I whipped up for the Artpg (art roleplaying game) over on the apedogs forum:
Born in England in the year 1785, young Franklin C. Butterscotch led a somewhat normal life. As a wee lad Franklin enjoyed bird watching, collecting beetles, and hiking though the wilderness.
However, an unfortunate event soon forced young Franklin to put his hobbies aside and devote himself entirely to the fields of medicine and science. For at the tender age of 14, while trekking through the darkest and most deadly regions of Africa with his father, Sir Reginald Butterscotch, they were attacked by the most ferocious of creatures: The African Lion. It was there that his father was mauled to death before his very eyes, and I'm sure young Franklin would have been next, if it weren't for his cunning skill, swift feet and lightning reflexes. After killing the lion and spending three months lost in the jungle, a mature Franklin C Butterscotch emerged. He vowed to never let another precious life be taken.
Years of medical school had passed. Stories of his devotion to the field of medicine and science spread throughout the land and soon our very own Franklin became Royal Physician to Queen Victoria. It was during one of his visits with the Queen that Franklin discovered a mysterious purpleish glow eminating from his medical bag. He approached the bag with caution, unable to comprehend what was happening before him. Unbeknownst to him howerver was the fact that a wormhole, one of the universe's rarest mysteries, had formed inside it. He forced the bag wide open, and was immedietly warped inside, travelling through the cosmos to a time he did not know, leaving behind his beloved wife Anne, his Queen, and his country.
Though his jumps through the fabric of time are random, he hopes to someday master the wormhole and return to his loving wife Anne in the year 1840. And so, Sir Franklin C. Butterscotch finds himself leaping from past to future, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap, will be the leap home....
© Martin Corba 2009
Born in England in the year 1785, young Franklin C. Butterscotch led a somewhat normal life. As a wee lad Franklin enjoyed bird watching, collecting beetles, and hiking though the wilderness.
However, an unfortunate event soon forced young Franklin to put his hobbies aside and devote himself entirely to the fields of medicine and science. For at the tender age of 14, while trekking through the darkest and most deadly regions of Africa with his father, Sir Reginald Butterscotch, they were attacked by the most ferocious of creatures: The African Lion. It was there that his father was mauled to death before his very eyes, and I'm sure young Franklin would have been next, if it weren't for his cunning skill, swift feet and lightning reflexes. After killing the lion and spending three months lost in the jungle, a mature Franklin C Butterscotch emerged. He vowed to never let another precious life be taken.
Years of medical school had passed. Stories of his devotion to the field of medicine and science spread throughout the land and soon our very own Franklin became Royal Physician to Queen Victoria. It was during one of his visits with the Queen that Franklin discovered a mysterious purpleish glow eminating from his medical bag. He approached the bag with caution, unable to comprehend what was happening before him. Unbeknownst to him howerver was the fact that a wormhole, one of the universe's rarest mysteries, had formed inside it. He forced the bag wide open, and was immedietly warped inside, travelling through the cosmos to a time he did not know, leaving behind his beloved wife Anne, his Queen, and his country.
Though his jumps through the fabric of time are random, he hopes to someday master the wormhole and return to his loving wife Anne in the year 1840. And so, Sir Franklin C. Butterscotch finds himself leaping from past to future, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap, will be the leap home....
© Martin Corba 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Battleawesomestar Galactica!
Luciana Carro counts as art, right? Here's BSG's Kat striking a sexy sexy pose for me at the Motor City Comic Con. Rrrooaww!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
"Girls" An Apedogs Weekly
Just a quickie for the Apedogs weekly activity. Could be M for Meeeooowwww!, but naaaah.
© Martin Corba 2009
© Martin Corba 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
L is for Lincoln
I'm thinkin' Lincoln! *wink* And this here Aberobot Lincoln will emancipate yo assssss!
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© Martin Corba 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
K is for Klingon.
Saw some Velazquez studies on the taco a while back. Always wanted to give it a whirl too. So...It's part study/quickie..part Klingon for the letter K. Yarrrrrrrrrr!
© Martin Corba 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Why so serious?
J is for Joker! .... Oh how I miss Batman the Animated Series. *sigh*
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
There can be only one.
May it be Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod. Or..... H is for Highlander.
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© Martin Corba 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
G is for Gimli, G. G. G.
Good golly, gee-wizz, time for the letter G.
Here's the line art if anyone wants to print it out and go to town with some crayons: click me!
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Exterminate!
After the ABC doodle I figured I should perhaps continue onwards... through the mighty Alphabet. So....on to the letter D!
© Martin Corba 2009
© Martin Corba 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Tank you for being a frieeeeend..
I think I might be addicted to Left 4 Dead. Maybe just a little. Even though I am absolutely terrible at the game, and all I manage to bring to our team is fail. Still addicted.
© Martin Corba 2009
© Martin Corba 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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