Star Clipper ArtShow Photos, pt. 2

From our friendly introduction display.

Our friendly, mercenary introduction display. Introduction display means we wrote stuff on the backs of our business cards, incidentally.
I took plenty of awesome pictures in a process I've trademarked called "slightly blurry vision" or "SBV." Trademark and copyright, biters.

And now, the long awaited moment, I give you, THE DUDE NAMED AARON!!!

As you can see, Aaron's greatest thrill is the prospect of the many lucrative endorsement deals that will soon beat a path at to his doorstep for the global fame that awaits him from his appearance here, at the J2D2 Arts blog.
In all seriousness though, Aaron and his creative partner Brandon braved the elements to come check out the art, and we did some excellent chatting about trying to be a professional artist and whatnot. Aaron just started at college with a Computer Science major and a Graphic Design minor, which sounds like a good combination for an animator to have. We here at J2D2 Corporate Headquarters/Self-Imposed Sweatshop hope to soon see some Aamazing Aanimations (That one's free, Aaron! You're welcome! Or, I'm sorry! One of the two...)
Anyway, that's the J2D2 Artshow, up until January 29. I may have said January 19 in the last post, but John told me January 29, so there you go. Thanks to Star Clipper for the space and the hospitality and for having Army @ Love on sale.
As cartoon John is kind enough to point out on the back of that business card, if you want to own an autographed and (where appropriate) hand numbered piece of the J2D2 Empire, Star Clipper Comics is the place to be.
Platinum level thanks go out to the Yezbick family for their hospitality, especially Alex, who was kind enough to lend us the use of his Mega Blocks.

Roll that Star Clip

We have an art show up at Star Clipper Comics in St. Louis until January 29.
We came, we saw, we spread prints all over the floor of the gallery.

Then manager type folks A.J. and Jim were all, like, "Those are supposed to go on the wall." Whatever y'all.


So we put the stuff on the wall via a system of pulleys using fishing wire, binder clips, magic, seven pints of rubber cement, hope, gumption, and thumbtacks.

Meanwhile, the siren's song of the comics lilted in from the shop, enticing us to crash the ships of our wallets against the shoals of the register, drowning in the whirlpool of an overextended metaphor.

Here, John pees himself in terror, for reasons known only to him.

Here, Damian stands next to the Octoclown screen prints, so his self-urination totally makes sense.

John's brother Derick came through not once but twice, with newborn son King in tow.
More pictures to come, especially a picture of a dude named Aaron we promised the fame and fortune of a J2D2 blog post appearance, but now, gotta go see Avatar. Hoping it's more Aliens or Abyss than Titanic. Fingers crossed.

Some more Onyxcon Pictures

Still more thrilling visual memories of our day and a half (or maybe three quarters...) in the ATL for the first ever, hugely successful ONYXCON (which I have since decided to forever write in all caps, MF DOOM style).


The view from behind the table.


The view from behind the table, head turned slightly to the right.


Seconds later, the Out of Sequence catalog made that dude's head explode. His wife didn't even notice, she just kept on reading the catalog. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!


The guys from Marcel Comics...
...and a cartoon of them. Wait... that's not right...

James Mason, creator of Urban Shogun, thought having an angelic halo would help his sales.

Dawud Anyabwile and Brian McGee let you know that everything's gonna be alright. Brotherman and Big City are on the comeback.
John Jennings and airbrush and comics maestro Richard Santiago pose in front of our snazzy Hole: Consumer Culture banner.

Trimekka Studios member Stacy "Blackstar" Robinson hard at work.
Trimekka Studios member Jan-Michael Franklin hard at work.

Also, for some reason, whenever Jan eats, darkness descends. I have no explanation for this.


The Trimekka dudes. Read their books Abraham the Young Lion, Deadly Artisans, and Daft. Your eyeballs will thank you.


J2D2 is for the kids. Except for the Hole. Oh my crap is that not for the kids. Then again...


Suddenly, the publisher of Terminus Media read the first page of The Hole: Consumer Culture...

...and his brain also exploded. I know, I know, you're saying, that's called an "aneurysm", but quit backblog driving. I'm not talking a pop of the cranial blood vessels here. This was full on lighting and thunder and fireworks and flaming bits of brain shooting of the ears here. I mean, in a good way.
BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!


More pictures whenever I'm next able to carve time away from the pitiless time eater ("chronovore"?) that is my life.

A sip from the photobucket

We were headed to Onyxcon, but we hit a wormhole and traveled back in time to January.
Or I don't know how to get the time stamp thing off of the pictures. One of those, I forget.


Cruising in the ATL, John trembles with fear as, all around us, Georgians drive with the smooth grace of chihuahuas on a meth bender.


Turtel Onli Studios in the full early morning blush of Onyxcon. The father of the Black Age of Comics and his able assistant whose name I can't remember, but was very nice indeed, and so I am a dick, get ready to sell comics like some kind of comics...selling... thing.

I'm gonna post the rest of these later. We need to hit the road and my metaphor reserves are lower than... low stuff.