white dude in this horror movie : *translates old arabic text* *somehow it rhymes perfectly in english*
Now I really wanna see a horrible faltering translation from one of these movies, like “Whomsoever enters this room, they shall… well, this word is like… literally it means ‘unbecome,’ but it was used as a euphemism for death, pooping, and—wait, when was this carved? was it 15th century? Cuz it was a euphemism for sex too in the 15th century. This is either a cursed crypt, a bathroom, or a royal bedroom. Who wants to roll the dice?”
“You guys, I’ve gotta be honest, okay? This thing’s written in some kind of weird localized dialect, and I’ve only ever studied the standard form of the language. I mean, this part right here…I can’t even tell if it’s some kind of error, or an obscure slang phrase…whatever it is, I have no idea what the fuck it means.”
‘this is written in ancient sumerian. it’s about… uh… well that word is… uh. okay this is either a poem about farming, or straight-up a nasty sex guide. it might be both. i want a shower.’
“okay see the thing is in one dialect this word is the name of a terrifying Demon but in a completely different language from the same area that has the same writing system and gave a lot of loan words to the first, it means ‘horse’ – and the context is really not helping”
“You know what? This thing is bound in human skin and the walls are bleeding let’s just leave.”
But no matter how things change, he’s always, always chaotic
I feel like the end of Feasting on Asphalt S1, where he was driven around Los Angeles by an LAPD officer, high off his face on painkillers from his broken collarbone, that’s the moment things changed. It’s when Chaotic Good no longer became an option.
There’s a magazine from the 80s called Step-by-Step Graphics. I don’t even know if it’s published anymore. But they were old school process shots, basically. So instead of Photoshop, you’d have colored pencils and acetate, and I still have a shelf of them that I use for ideas and inspiration.
Anyway, I would study these for hours when I was a kid. And there was one issue that featured Marvin Mattelson’s art on the cover from 1988:
And here are some inside shots from my copy:
You can see all the basic methods used in realistic illustration—getting references, making thumbnails, building a palette, setting down the groundwork—all pretty much what I do now.
When I started doing my own realism, I didn’t consciously think, “Oh hey I want to make art just like Mr. Mattelson did in that magazine from when I was eight years old.” But stuff like this was a bigger influence than a Caravaggio or whatever because it was permission to do art practically, you know? Museum art is inspiring obv, but this kind of stuff brought it to my level. Like yeah it’s not magic. It’s a process, and it can be done.
Awesome question thank you sorry it took so long for me to reply. <3
