How high's the water, Momma?

Seven pages high and Gabriel's still Rising:

http://www.untruetales.com/Pages/GabrielRising7.html

Now with 75% more tasty babes!

To balance out the chick factor, here's a sketch of some random dude:

Today's a good Monday 'cause I'm not at work. Yay!

Have a good week, y'all.

Gabriel just keeps on Rising

Getting higher and higher here with the latest page of Gabriel Rising:

http://www.untruetales.com/Pages/GabrielRising6.html

Gabe's traded in his sketchbook for a tall boy or twelve, so we're back to business as usual here on the ol' sketchblog.

And the usual business? That's sketch business!























Enjoy your day!

Wednesday is Endsday

Today marks our final foray into Gabe's sketchbook as he prepares to put away childish things and embrace...adolescent things.

So here, without further ado, Gabe's tribute in felt-tip pen and magic marker to the man who blew the backs of all our heads off back in the day...Mister Frank Miller:





































The best there is at what he does.

Good Haircuts and Bad Doctors

Say what you will about our intrepid antihero Gabe, but the boy had good taste in comics. Leastways, if you ask me.

Here are a couple of Gabe's "homages" to two giants of the comic book universe:













































As far as I'm concerned, Secret Wars is the pinnacle of old-fashioned superhero comics. It's a love it or hate it series for most, but I stand with both feet planted firmly in the "love" camp. Mike Zeck's art (especially a couple of the covers, like the Doom one that Gabe is referencing) is to die for. I even own a couple of original pages, the crown jewels of my (meager) original art collection. Bob Layton did some solid issues in the middle, but for me Secret Wars is all about Zeck. This is one of those books where just the smell of the pages brings me back to a particular place and time. I can close my eyes and picture the gas station where I bought most of the issues. Damn, but that was a fun series.

And Paul Smith's run on the Uncanny X-Men in the 80's was second only to the legendary Byrne/Claremont run in pure X-Men perfection. Smith's Storm will always be the defining version of the character for me, even moreso than Byrne's. Gabe would appear to agree.

Rise! Rise, foul creature...and live!

Despite my best efforts and delaying tactics, Monday always seem to come roaring back week after week. Curses!

Had a great weekend, though. Lovely weather, roasted garlic and chicken wings, beer and horror flicks, and quality time with the sweetest of hearts.

And, of course, there is a silver lining to each and every cloudy Monday morn 'round these parts... a new page in the latest tale of untruth GABRIEL RISING:

http://www.untruetales.com/Pages/GabrielRising5.html

And if that weren't enough to bring joy to the post-weekend doldrums, here's a few more pages from Gabe the younger's sketchpad:










































Kick off the week in style, my friends!

Gabe Gets Busy

Actually, I'm the busy one, but then the alliteration doesn't work. It's my day off and I've got a million billion things to do. Most of which involve beer and cheeseburgers.

Here's the daily glimpse into the sketchbook of Gabe:

Seeya Monday!

Urge to kill, rising...

It's the first of May! Workers of the world unite!

And check out page 4 of Gabriel Rising:

http://www.untruetales.com/Pages/GabrielRising4.html

Speaking of the world of the working man, remember when that scamp Arcade turned a brainwashed Colossus into The Proletarian and sicced him on Cyclops? That was awesome.

Here's little Gabe's rendition of the muscles from Moscow and ol' squinty-eye:

Happy Mayday, my Marxist mateys!