Looking at some older artwork of mine has made me remember how absolutely ape-shit I used to be over superheroes. Spiderman, Daredevil, the Hulk...I loved all those guys. For one reason or another, I moved onto other artistic interests not long after high school, and hadn't drawn a superhero in years. (except Spidey a couple weeks ago, but that doesn't count. He's really just some crochety guy in a Halloween costume...) In an attempt to reconnect with the joys of youth, here's a painting of the Silver Surfer I started working on over the weekend.
The Silver Surfer lived a pretty tormented life. He was trapped in a bubble that surrounded the earth, and was unable to return to his home planet and the woman he loved. Most of the Silver Surfer's time was spent moaning and groaning about how life was unfair, about how he yearned to break free of his earthly prison so he could soar once again throughout the infinite cosmos. When I was a teenager, I ate this stuff UP! Trying to paint the "infinite cosmos" was an excellent exercise for trying out some sponge-painting techniques...this was painted in goauche and acrylic, on illustration board.