Unicorn City

Here's a drawing I did of my friend Matt, who was in Unicorn City.

I know it's been a while. . .

Here's a poster I made for an event. The characters may be familiar.

Beauty and the Beast

Here's another work blog assignment. And I colored it.

Beauty and the beast are ready to patrol the castle. That's why they're not dirty. She always washes her dress before a fight. It's shrunk from so many washings.

One More Twilight thingy. I couldn't resist

I'm totally guessing with the logo for Fork's Hospital, but I figured with a vampire doctor, this one seemed rather fitting.

Now, what's the appeal of this?

So our work blog is doing the "Twilight" series assignment for the artists. Personally, I'm really creeped out that "Sharkboy" is now a hottie angsty werewolf in a bizarre love triangle involving an angsty vampire and angsty teenage girl. So, what's so great about her that everyone in town is in love with her? I don't get it. Then again, I don't want to. All I know is that I felt like a dirty old woman looking up photos of this kid to do this pic. Seriously, doesn't he wear clothes anymore? Lavagirl would not approve.

A Monster collection

So I'm making a collection of giant monsters, between five and seven feet tall. Here's a smaller version of them. If you like any of them, go to http://www.zazzle.com/caseyshane/gifts and pick up a shirt or a mug or something!

Disney X-Men Women

So Disney bought Marvel for lots of cashes. .. I thought I'd celebrate by drawing the ladies of the X-Men in true Disney fashion.

January

So, I feel like a slacker so I thought I'd try and least do one a month on here so I'm not so loser-y. Here's January's (I know the month is almost over.)

New Freelance

I was recently asked to do some artwork for a Children's religious magazine called "The Friend". They wanted me to do some paintings of eight religious heroes. I know, there are no striped socks and googly eyes but hey, I went to Disneyland with the money!

gelfling

Dillon told me I had to post today's model. . . So here she is.

No, I don't do everything Dillon tells me. Shut up.

Book covers

In lieu of doing some creative stuff for myself, I've been doing some book covers. Here are the two recent ones. Be nice, I did them each in a matter of hours.

I have nothing clever to say because I'm eating Wheat Thins. It's a known fact that Wheat Thins not only suck the moisture out of your mouth but the cleverness from your head.

You may know the models. . . The ladies are two of my sisters and the men are a couple of my very hot friends.

The end.

Back in the day

So, back when I was a student, I'd do small paintings of circus characters and I just wanted to see if I could do a similar painting on the computer instead of oil. So, I came up with these guys.



Um. So yeah. Here.

For your reading enjoyment

Because this blog has become more of a portfolio blog with my artwork, I've decided to start another that has my random thoughts and the cheesy photos of Hollywood hotties that I did back from 2000 to 2003. It can be found here. There's also a link to it conveniently placed to the right. . . I know, I am so charitable.

Bear in mind that the random thoughts on that blog are the thoughts of a single woman in her thirties. . . . That's my only disclaimer. Hope you like it!

A little FYI.

So, I know . . . You've gotten used to seeing illustrations from me on the site. . . Well, I'm sorry. I have other things to do like fix my hair (I have a gray patch I've got to hide), walk my dog, eat stuff, and perform. This weekend, I performed in the "Guys versus Girls" show at ComedySportz here in Provo. I always know it's a good night of shows when I walk away with bruises. I have absoluetly no idea where they came from but my knees look like those of a seven year old girl.

Anyway, I'm the player of the month for Feb and thought I'd give you a link because I'm nice like that.

Another work assignment thingamajigger.

Has anyone actually spelled out thingamajigger? And if so, did I spell it right? Who do I ask for this kind of thing? And what if the word is copyrighted? Am I infringing? This is so stressful.

Anyway, here she is. . . The Snow Queen. I like Mucha. I also like Cate Blanchett. I pretty much hate snow though. I obviously live in the wrong place. Don't get me wrong, Utah is great and looks like a postcard. I just would rather be on a postcard that says "Sunny Malibu - Wish you were here". Especially now that I've drawn like 50 snowflakes. Stupid snowflakes.

My art that looks like someone else's

We've been challenged to try and copy another artist's style in order to help us stretch our own. I went for Brianne Drouhard. . . She's kind of anime, and I'm not really an anime-er. . . so, here's my attempt. Um. .. It's a squirrel. . . Who can do karate. . . and small motor skills.

Quick witches

Well, here are a couple more witches. . . I dunno if I'd call them done, or even good for that matter. . . But they're here. Enjoy.

More October goodness

So, work has given us the assignment of "Woggle of Witches". . . Could I be any happier? I submit that I cannot! Here's one of my witches. . . My goal was not to use green. . . I've used a lot of green in my art recently and just wanted to see if I could not do it. Here it is, greenless.

Well hello there October.

I love October. The leaves are changing, soup is the "it" lunch, I'm not sweating upon leaving the house, and my fall ensembles are fabulous. . . Although right now, I'm wearing something that should have been in "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers". Oh well, bless my beautiful hide I suppose. October also provides the opportunity to dress as pirates and witches while I draw monsters, mummies, cauldrons, and spiderwebs without other people accusing me of being all crazy goth and stuff. . . Not that there's anything wrong with the goth movement. It's done wonders for Robert Smith and Souixie. Seriously, some people just look fabulous in black fishnet gloves with matching skirts and eyeliner. I highly recommend it to anyone who has an aversion to the sun or who feels they have a personal relationship with Edgar Allen Poe. Poe is great. . . Love his stuff. Love Robert Smith and Souixie too. .. But, I also love green, Disneyland, daisies, and puppies. So I can't be goth. I think they have and anti-puppy clause or something. So, here's my nod to October 2007. May it be a fabulous month; full of pirates, Poe, puppies, and a boyfriend.

Shoot, that ruined my alliteration.

A cheesy assignment

So, our office blog assignment was to do bad science fiction art. Really not my bag. . . At all. Not even a bit. Completely bagless actually. But, I rose to the occassion and did a fairy. But in order to make her bad fantasy, I had to do a few cliches and make her blue, have a short hairdo, no pupils, and cry. I don't get the crying thing, but I saw it in several bad pieces I found when looking for examples of sci fi and fantasy art.

Alas, the cheese factor was becoming a bit too overwhelming so I added a couple skulls to balance it out. Didn't work though. It's still cheesy.

The Boy Who Ate America

Alright ladies and gents. . . Here's the cover of my book, "The Boy Who Ate America". . . in stores now! Go and get one! Seriously! I mean it. . . Shoo!

Why are you still reading this? Go get a book so I can make money and take a trip. Get outta here.

Midichlorian halos

So, this is another piece for the office blog. Seems like I haven't had too much time to do some bloggin' but there's a good excuse. . . or two. I've got a children's book coming out in Sept. Keep a weathered eye out for it. It's called "The Boy Who Ate America". It's written by a friend of mine, Nathan Smith Jones and I illustrated it. Anyway, here's the holy family of Star wars. Tender, I know.

Daryn

So, here's a portrait of a friend. Anytime you can make a dimple blue is a good time.

Juicy superhero

So, I'm supposed to attach this to the Avalanche blog but for some reason I can't. . . So here, at least my own blog loves me.

Here's my blue collar superhero, the man that adds a dash of protein and energy to your morning smoothie. Look in the sky for the Juicer.

80s party grand champion of the world! Oh yeah.

This weekend, I went to a 70s-80s party with a group of friends. You know, the best (or if you're from Utah, the "funnest") part of those kinds of parties is the getting ready part. My friends and I went to various stores and picked up some treasures from the 80s. Then I went home and put on some 80s movies while I made my lace and mesh tutu skirt and my roommate's skinny tie. Ah, they don't make movies like "Weekend at Bernies" or "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" anymore.

Well, we went to the party where there were various levels of dressing up, there were some impressive hairdos and pegged pants. I even saw a Cosby sweater. the sad part of the party was the realization that many people were wearing the same hairdo that they wear all the time, and their own clothes in their closets. . . They haven't changed since the 80s. Sad for them. Oh well.
My friends came as Madonna and Robert Smith. I came as a marriage of Madonna and Cyndi Lauper with a dash of Tiffany and a little Pretty in Pink thrown in. I just wore what made me happy and at the moment, a Debbie Harry T-shirt and pink hair made me very happy. I even bought Primo, the perfume I wore in 7th grade to the dance. (A little side note on Primo; at first it's fun because you're all waxing nostalgic but then the fumes give you a massive headache).

Although we had fun dancing to cheesy music, I was pretty upset that they didn't play any Depeche Mode, Erasure, the Cure, Smiths. . . Or any of the other tunes I actually listened to back then. All in all, it was successful. We had fun, and I won a lava lamp for the best costume there. Funny thing is, I'll be wearing 95% of the stuff I wore then in my regular day to day ensembles. I don't know if that's funny or sad that I've now lived through a style cycle and what I wore in 7th grade is now hip again.

I just said "hip".

Man, you'd think I'd finish something. . . Sheesh

Here's yet another unfinished hero by Casey. Obviously, I've been affected by all of the Tak and the Power of Juju work I did with work for 3 years but here ya go, another knight. He has good hair though, no one can sport a mullet like a knight with an earring . . . Or Billy Ray Cyrus. You know, he's on the Disney channel now (sans mullet though) and I'm not afraid to say that he's kinda hot in an "ex-country-mega-star-known-more-for-his-hair-than-his-music" kind of way. But I digress. I like knights. I also like cheese.

Camping, a random thought.

Have you ever gone camping with a large group of single people? It's entertaining and nervousing. (Verb: the act of making one hesitant, high-strung or fretful, causing their palms to sweat and t-shirts to moisten at the armpit).

The entertainment factor is obvious. Some people go to bed right after s'mores so that leaves everyone else at the campfire at 2 am. There's more entertainment than an episode of Seinfield (gasp! sacrilege), especially after a few hours of sitting on logs around the flames. You get the ones that are funny performing and the ones who think they're funny trying to one-up them. There are the people who can play the guitar and everyone waxes nostalgic while singing "More Than Words" while trying to squelch the people who want to sing emotional Joan Biaz stuff and hold hands. There are the ones who strangely disappear for an hour and then reappear with slurpees and silly string (hah, you thought I was going to say something else, didn't you?) These bonfire moments are excellent as you always have a couple hook up, you make at least 2 new great friends (although the morning daylight makes everyone look completely different and you don't remember who you told about your secret crush), and you get to find out who actually saw the movie "Caveman" with Ringo Starr.

Then there's the whole waking up thing and laughing at everyone else in the morning (that is, if you ever got to sleep in the first place). That takes us to the nervousing part. How do you pack for a thing like this? I mean, the jeans, not pretty shoes, and sweatshirt are a given, but does a girl bring make-up? I tell you what; I am nasty-on-a-stick in the morning and the whole natural, no make-up thing? Yeah, right. Does the name Freddy Krueger mean anything to you? There's always a person who forgets their toothbrush, it's a given . . . What if it's me? And worse yet- what if I'm stuck sitting next to the guy who forgets his deodorant, hasn't changed clothes since the previous morning and is sporting the infamous B.O./campfire eau de toilette? Do I use that old "goodness, smoke must follow beauty and it's getting in my eyes" excuse and move my folding chair? And what if he's the guy who wants to hook up with someone the night before around the fire? Poor unsuspecting new girl to the group, we forgot to warn her. She's toast.

I wanted to be like everyone else.

Seems like all artists in the game industry have at least one knight. . . Here's my attempt. Although he has a sword, he still looks like he's about to serve you a frosty and some fries.

Scary letters

Some people spend time contemplating the subtle shades of color that envelop the sky during a sunset. Others stare at a face for hours, discerning the lines and shapes - looking for a story. I draw scary letters. Not even the whole alphabet. . . Just some letters. And no, this isn't a common occurrence, just on that day. Maybe I was on NyQuil or something. Ever notice how NyQuil tastes like licorice?

Old Stuff.

Here are a few older paintings I did in college. I was planning on becoming a children's book illustrator and these were part of my final BFA project. . . Who ever thought I'd be making video games for Disney?

Mummmmmm

And here's the third installment of my Halloween portraits.

Frankenstein

So, I painted up the Frankenstein drawing from my sketchbook too. Good therapy.

Mix your Comics?! I'm aghast.

I was hanging out at Target yesterday (because that's the place to hang out when you have a cold and you feel like your lungs have been filled to capacity) and wandered by the Halloween section of the store. I guess you could say I gravitated there. I do that. Halloween, Christmas, cheescake, and shoe sales all make me do that. As I was perusing the aisles of plastic pumpkins and face paint, I heard one of the most awesome yet pathetic things I think I've ever witnessed.

I heard a man's voice say "You can't be Spiderman and carry around Batman! One's DC and the other is Marvel!" When I turned the corner, I saw a little boy around the age of four holding a Batman trick-or-treat pail looking confused at his father. It was all I had to maintain my cool. I picked up a stray Christmas stocking and turned around.

Poor kid. He's going to grow up knowing all of the alias names for the X-Men and the genetic makeup of the members of the Fantastic Four but will never learn how to have a conversation with a girl.

The Count

So, I've painted up one of my Halloween drawings. . . Halloween is so cool.

Hotness.

I thought I'd support my point of view with actual photo reference.
This Tuesday, during one of our breaks in my figure drawing class we started talking about things we find attractive. We didn't even go to the whole "I like butts" thing. I have to maintain some level of respectability there, I'm a college teacher.

Yeah right, like I've ever concerned myself with that before.

But the women came to a decision. We've decided that men's eye wrinkles are the hottest thing. It's true. I came to that conclusion back when I was 23. I was talking to a 27 year old friend of mine who was playing his guitar. Apparently I was funny because he started laughing. When he laughed, I watched his eyes and it was like the clouds parted and the sunlight came through my living room ceiling and rested on his shoulders, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang one of those pretty chordy note thingies they do so well, and the air filled with the smell of fresh bread.

In my studies, I've learned that men start developing these eye wrinkles (also described as laugh lines) around the age of 26. So, all you men out there- keep smiling. It's hot.

Prince, meet Tim Burton

We had another art challenge and the assignment was "Royalty". Not too specific so I stretched it. I thought of Queens, Kings, Princesses, and a Prince. Once I had him in mind, it seemed obvious that he'd be my royal of choice. Besides, he was fun to do.

Ah, I get it now.

I've always been described as the "cute one", the "funny girl" and the "best friend" by men and women alike. Never have I been described as "mysterious", "elegant", "demure", "lovely", or anything to that nature by anyone (okay, except for one time by a friend of mine, but only because I had just said that no one uses the word "lovely" anymore so I don't think that counts.)

Anyway, my sister had her celebrity look-alike thingy done and it made me wonder who I looked like. . . In Hollywood. . . Otherwise, I'm told that I look just like everyone else in my fam. When I was a teen, everyone told me that I looked like Helen Hunt so I thought for sure she'd be on that list. . . But NO. No such luck.

Apparently, I look like a Disney kid and a male one at that. Ricky Ullman is my number one look-alike. (Um, for all of you who don't leave your televisions on the Disney Channel all day for your dogs, Ricky Ullman is Phil on Disney's "Phil of the Future") He's the dream man for thousands of 14 year old young ladies. . . Just what I wanted. But then again, I look like Lalaine from Disney's "Lizzy Maguire" too. I guess I'm just destined to work for the mouse.

But the fact that I look like four people who aren't even old enough to drive brings me back to that whole "cute" thing. I guess I shouldn't complain, I mean at least I don't look like Betty White and Patrick Stewart (oh wait, my roommate just did this and found out that she looks like him, true story). But c’Mon. . . Jodi Sweetin?!!! The obnoxious middle child from "Full House"?! She's the non-Olsen twin and non-Kirk Cameron's sister one. She never had any good lines and wore denim vests the whole 2nd season.

Then there's the rest. That photo of Eva Herzigova (that sounds like a flesh wound) looks like she should be selling pleather underpants and feather boas. I think I saw Sarah Michelle Gellar tear someone's brain out through their ears one some show and I don't think that earned her a "mysterious" or "exotic" title. Drew Barrymore is the "Fire Starter" and JK Rowling, well she has more money than a small country so she's pretty tempting to any man, I'm sure.

But, like I said, this exercise has really opened my eyes. I'm destined to be cute. Any woman in her 30s and looks like a young Jodi Sweetin or a 15 year old boy should just accept that fact and move on with her life. I will never be mysterious, dark, and coy like all of those fabulous ladies in Hitchcock films. No, I'll be the Minnie Mouse of my generation. I will stand up for all those other "cute" women out there. We will have a battle cry. LONG LIVE JODI SWEETIN!

Hobo

My friend asked me to draw a hobo so I did.

New baby. . . Er. . . Not mine though

Technology these days. Wild stuff. So, my bro and his wife just had a baby Monday night. Apparently she was in labor for like a week (talk about marathon! whew!) and I was able to be up on all the details. For three days, I got this series of text messages on my phone:

Having contractions.
Probaby going to hospital in next hour.
She got a bracelet.
She's asleep and last we heard about 2cm
Dialation 3. Broke water.
She is at 4cm. Has epideral and patosin
6cm dialated
9cm. The fam is going to the hospital
Announcing the arrival of baby girl. Finally!

The next morning, I got two beautiful shots of a newborn baby. Even though it wasn't as cool as being able to hold her (she's 13 hours away from me), it was important to be up on the dialation numbers and know exactly when she got her patosin. I mean, who doesn't want to know when someone gets patosin?

I'll make sure and post it on my blog when I finally get my patosin.

Boone

We got an art challenge at work to do someone from "Lost". . . Well, considering I haven't seen the show since season one, I thought I'd do someone I remembered from back then. . . The guy with the glow-in-the-dark eyes and the mammoth eyebrows.

Having to sit still

Well, because I had to sit for eight hours this weekend, I thought I'd doodle. . . And because Halloween seems to be quite the theme right now, I wanted to be part of the cool club and I did this stuff. Um, no. It didn't take me all eight hours to do these, sometimes I just sat still.