Sketch Rampage!

For a number of weeks I’ve been posting random sketch work on facebook and Deviant art…First reason for this is to show everyone my creative process (Pretty scatterbrained I know). Second reason is to get all this stuff that clutters my head (and folder) and get it out so I can have room for some serious projects. I’m glad so many people like my stuff. I wanted say thank helping enjoy what I do even more!

I'm Sorry

I wanted to take this opportunity to say I’m sorry….

I’m sorry I’m not the one you’re waking up next to, and that you can’t tell me "I do."

I’m sorry you didn’t have better sense and developed such a fondness for douchebags.

I’m sorry that said douchebag took your car and crashed it for the third time.

I’m sorry he slept with your best friend on your birthday, and the only present you got was a ‘round of applause.’

I’m sorry you cry when I don’t pick up the phone. Let’s face it, your drama got old quick.

I’m sorry you got your ribs broke for smiling at me at the Christmas party and that he thinks that beautiful little boy isn’t his.

I’m sorry a woman as strong as you just went and gave up, your wrists bleeding out, rushing warmth followed by slow calming cold.

I’m sorry I have to lay these flowers on your grave and help your mom through the worst of this. “You would’ve been good for her”, she tells me from time to time.

I’m sorry you had to close your eyes forever to see what was right in front of you.

Storm to Me

Storm to Me by Ryan Scales

The Furniture is flying.

I’m playing dodgeball with a lamp, a telephone,

And a TV Remote. I think you’re upset.

You mouth is a gail-force hurricane of 4-letter words

And I have no hope of surviving. A terrible cloud of venom-laced needles,

The insults fall on me like hail and I find myself saying

“Come closer. Bring your storm to me.”

“Hell hath no fury….” So they say,

And here I am still in the middle,

With the wind and the waves and every ounce of your rage.

Your elements batter me every which way and still I say,

“Come closer. Bring your storm to me”

Ironically, I only endure this madness for you,

Because of you and in spite of you,

Remembering the gentle flow of your river and the comfort

Found in the shelter of your mountains as the thunder dies away

And the storm is weathered.

Stay with me. Give your storm to me.

R.I.P. AL WILLIAMSON

Al Williamson was said to be one the best draftsmen I comics. I first discovered his work on my 13^th birthday when my mom bought Marvel Comics’ Daredevil: The Man without Fear miniseries. I’ll be honest; his work didn’t exactly wow me at first glance. It wasn’t until high school when I finally started to take inking seriously that I started studying a lot of inkers and the way they work. Williamson’s name came up in that mix a lot. His works and credits are many but I will always remember him best from his inking on the previously mention Daredevil mini with penciler John Romita, Jr., as well as his extensive run with Rick Leonardi on Marvel’s 1992 series Spider-Man 2099 Daredevil: The Man Without Fear #3

Spider-Man 2099 #3

Finding a Home

I'm starting to think that the best way to get my work noticed is to join a studio. It's working for a lot of my favorites, I mean look at the guys at Udon and Comicraft. Image Comics started out the same way, just a bunch of guys who got together to do their own thing. Problem is these days, everybody's so busy tryin to do their own thing as opposed to a team effort. I tried it once and it opened me to new forms of art, but my passion was for comics and theirs wasn't.

The second time I tried it, I thought found a team that had some fire in their bellies. But they were apart of that generation that was looking for that quick hit. The cash cow. Seriously ADD when it came to the production aspect. They could dream up characters and one-piece visuals but when came time for story-telling they were seriously ADD; over-analyzing their own work, or just had better things to do. They would worry over things like marketability and the animated movie adaptation when their characters haven't even made it off that one scrap of paper they put it on!

Recently I've found one individual that seems to be on the same wavelenth as me(We're rolling down the same highway but not necessarily the same lanes! :)) We've been corresponding for three years and keep each other motivated on the project we started back then. But it doesn't change the fact that I want to be a part of a studio, part of a team that loves to produce great stories, great art and great comics! And who will push me to produce it as well. Until I find it, or they find me or we stumble across each other, I'll keep posting and I hope you all keep viewing. I enjoy the love!.

-Ryan

Looking Throught the Bin #1

Hulk: Grey remains one of the better comics I've read throughout the decade. This is honestly the first time I've been exposed to the work Jeph Loeb (2nd really) and Tim Sale. Since the hype of Batman The Long Halloween all those years ago, I've wanted to check these two out. Loeb's accolades are well deserved and his psychological storytelling gets a heavy duty two thumbs up.

Sale's fluid linework definitely does justice to the rough and tumble desert setting, and the inkwash style use to depict on the Hulk as the childlike behemoth that he is, is a refreshing take on the character's original visual concept (drawn by Jack Kirby) however the majority of this look was inspired by artist Marie Severin and her take on the character.

The story is a flashback tale that kicks off with a late night visit from Bruce Banner (the Hulk's alter-ego) to the office of Dr. Leonard Samson, all of which is depicted in Black and White. When the flashback happens, the book goes to full color beginning with Bruce caught at ground zero of the Gamma Bomb explosion. From there, the Hulk tear-asses through the desert for to straight nights reverting to his human form during the day. This retelling of the Hulk's origin takes place b/w the original issues of Incredible Hulk #1 & #2 (1962).

While Grey offers plenty of "HULK SMASH!" moments (Loeb and Sale even throw Iron Man into the mix to give the Hulk a legitimate punching bag), it is at it's core a love story centering on Betty Ross, Banner's late wife, and her connection to the Hulk. The willful "General's Daughter" is the only character with the stones to mouth off at the Jade Giant. The Revelation Bruce has at the end of the story strong, subtle, and utterly unexpected. This is definitely one of the finest written pieces I've had the opportunity to get my hands on in a while.

Ryan Scales
April 2010