Thing 3-0

from hell,

another drawing nearly a decade old, this is yet another 'hand drawing;' too many illustrators are accused of failing to master the hand and resorting to ludicrous lengths to hide them in their art. as an HB pencil drawing on strathmore sketch paper, this one has suffered some smudging residing in a forgotten portfolio; i took a moment with Painter Classic on our Macintosh to eliminate the smudge from the background only; the smudging of hand and shadow now afford an interesting texture and color.

shortly after my family picture was released with the inestimable Raul Julia and Christopher Lloyd, i was forced into a game of science fiction travellers. the creation of my persona, completely out of my hands, turned out to be an engineer of the calibre of star trek's Montgomery Scott. bringing these two ideas together, my ooky persona withdrew behind the trapped door of the engineering department (see my journal) and performed mad machining upon the robot which took all of his savings. converting the control 'brain' into a blue-tooth command module; the legs and pelvis soon sported a small bar table and light (always hand to have some place to put things down); the thorax, head, arms, and new pincer-claws were fitted unicycle-style to a single wheel; the right hand was convered with synthetic prosthetic skin, indirect sensors, and a long range command receiver becoming very much the image of the original Thing from the film.

that left the left hand. going a bit Giger-esque, i fitted it with every micro-sensor i could imagine, a poisoned stinger (with a choice of toxins), and set it loose in the ship's ventilation system. (mostly to make mysterious, haunting noises when it scrabbled around; let's say i didn't really want to play.) this is Thing 3.0's pose for magazines.

catch me when you can,
ripjack