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Bright lights will inspire you… (Nuts & Bolts Parts 2)

Now that I have righteously offended illustrators I admire (Aaron Meshon sent me a cheeky email about my heinous drawings and the way they falsely depict his chin – singular. It was awesome. Is this the way you make contacts? Who shall I offend next?  How about art directors!) I will go on to post some of the photos from my New York trip to the Nuts & Bolts conference.

How about our trip to the Pencil Factory in Brooklyn? The Pencil Factory, if you didn’t know, is this amazing warehouse that’s been converted to gorgeous studios that house some really awesome young illustrators and designers.  By and large they were all awesome, chilled out, stylish and rode bicycles.

A fixed gear bicycle grows in Brooklyn.

And my pictures are by and large, blurry. Alas.

Who could that blurry figure backed by a wall full of great posters be?

Could it be Sam Webber, casually answering questions and sipping a drink?

It IS Sam Webber. His new work is blurred in the background by request. Take my word for it: It was awesome.

This? Oh yeah. It's just his ORIGINAL WORKS that he let us greasy sweating assholes manhandle. NBD.

In case my fangirl ranting didn’t tip you off, Sam Webber is an amazing painter whose website you can see HERE if you don’t believe me. There are a lot of pictures of this due to it’s obvious merit and some issues with the memory card that prevented much further picture taking. But we’re not done yet! Oh, no!

Tourists in front of a sign of some kind?

That’s me. And my friend Javier Ortiz.

Tourists below... some kind of observation deck? Studios?

We walked around a lot and ate some awesome food.

Tourist looks constipated under... OH, the NBC studios observation deck. Like from TV. Very clever and original. Excellent tourism.

Really though, I am looking forward to my next potential trip to NY where I will try to beat art directors about the face and neck with a portfolio of some kind.  Which could open some doors…

Nuts & Bolts Conference

Last weekend I made my way to New York city for the first annual Nuts n Bolts conference for emerging illustrators, hosted by 3×3 magazine.  This was a pretty swell thing for me to do, it turns out, as the speakers were excellent, the whole thing was well organized and generally awesome.

I have more photos to post later, but for now, here are some drawings I did of the presenters made in lieu of listening (I kid!) with some no doubt embarrassing and spotty note taking:

This is Charles Hively, editor of 3×3, de facto host of the whole conference. He was opinionated, smart and funny.

Charles Hively in the house, come on, lemme hear you say WHOA-OO!

The next two are of Aaron Meshon, a tragic hero plagued by copyright infringers and a ravenous hunger for justice. Seriously. So many lawsuits. His talk was hilarious, but not as hilarious as these beastly drawings of him. Aaron, if you are out there, no offense is intended*.

*I expect a lawsuit forthcoming.

More Aaron Meshon. The one with the eyes closed here is the closest to any real likeness.

Props to Canadian and OCAD alum Marcos Chin! His talk was also really funny. All of the speakers made an excellent effort to trace their roots and I think Marcos’ hard partying electric circus flashback photo montage was the most touching. These pictures don’t accurately reflect how much he was smiling and laughing through his whole talk. A delight.

Nora Krug! So classy!  I found out later she is the same age as I am (!!!!) and has already achieved more than I will have when I collapse from fatal obesity in front of the radiator in my barren apartment at age 104.

Paul Hoppe is the brain behind Rabid Rabbit. He spoke well on the importance of personal voice. Really, the whole conference was very inspiring.  Yay Paul!

This might be my favorite drawing of the set. Meet Steven Tabbutt. His paintings are the kind that make you jealous you didn’t think of doing them. Ridiculous. Click his name and see his site. Right now.

My personal and heartfelt apologies to the lovely professionals whose likenesses I have befouled here, and more apologies to Chris Buzelli and Marshall Arisman whose talks I refrained from sketching through. Marshall is basically my stepdad 2.0 so I very much related to the “either this is a bold faced lie composed of the foulest bullshit or a fundamental yet long forgotten truth that reaffirms my belief in life, magic, goodness and myself” approach. Very charming.  Chris Buzelli and Aaron made a Smothers Brotherly duo of comedy and filial love – I want to actually hang out with these people, socially. Karaoke anyone?