Chris Kalin
As long as I can remember, I was drawing. Everyone knew I would be
artistic, and now here I am - never willing to disappoint. Most people
had other interests such as sports, but mine was in trying to show
what was going on inside my head. You really get to know who your
true friends are when they stick by you after drawing the weird things
that have come from my 'less than normal' psyche.
I was always a comic book fan, and soon learned that there were other areas of geekdom
that I could embrace whole heartedly - medieval fantasy. Being chosen 'Most Artistic'
throughout my schooling, and going on to School of Visual Arts to draw comic books has lead
me to be able to show what goes on in my head a little more clearly. It comes out in pencils,
inks, paint, Photoshop and Maya (a 3d program I have been using for a few years).
The Bugs Guitar is a guitar I painted. My grandfather bought it at a garage sale for $1 and I
fixed it and made it into 2 of my favorite cartoon characters
Celassontra is a rough drawing I did a while ago. I plan on coloring it and removing the line
art.
The Dragon Logo is a logo I use on most of my finished work. I created it and it's like my little
calling card.
Elektra is a comic book character I love. I did an ink and watercolor of her in college and I like
it still.
The Elmo onesy was a baby shirt I made for my nephew. It's actually all acrylic - it's not fuzzy
at all.
When I'm not drawing or painting, I am -among countless other interests - continuing my
studies of Martial Arts (28 years so far in Ju-Jutsu and Gung Fu), keeping up my fishtanks (1
of which holds two 17 year old Silver Dollars), going on trips on the Harley, keeping up my
gardens, reading from my vast library of books, or I am playing one of my guitars (I was in a
band for 14 years that played all over LI).
The Silver Dollars picture is my big fish tank. It is currently full of fish, but I think they hid for
the picture. On the left, you can see my two 17 year old Silver Dollars. The guy in the pet
store told me they'd live about four years!
These are all of my guitars and amps. You can never have too many guitars.
Those who say you can aren't guitar players.
The Greenslade denim Jacket (with actual album pictured above it) was painted
for a friend in England. She told me that when she got off of the plane going home,
she was immediately offered 600 pounds for it.
A beautiful, warm day before going out on the bike. That's my bike next to me.
The Sheldon picture was one I painted for a friend. It's her cat.
I know how much she loves him, and surprised her with this painted on a shirt.
When she received it, she said she didn't want to wear it - she wanted to frame it.
A fun test I did to see what I would look like as a Simpsons Character.
Currently, I work as a photo retoucher, and am lucky enough to be able to be creative
every day.
I also like to write short stories, and have been doing so for years. I hope you like it...
Just a Second
Time goes by, yet the world does not notice. Does a tree notice? A rock? I don’t think
so. I notice, though. A fraction of a second matters to me.
I open my eyes into a darkness so thick that I can’t see anything. Noise assaults my
ears. I can’t make out anything specific. When you’ve been through a traumatic experience,
your hearing tends to sound just like crowd noise. That is what I am going through right now.
I remember.. well.. I can’t remember. Damn. Why is the ground shaking? I feel a little
nauseous and dizzy. I used to get dizzy from those roller coaster rides when I was a kid, but
why would I feel like this now?
And what is that smell? And why am I stuffed into this thing.? Maybe I should calm down
and try to remember the last thing I did. OK....
I get glimpses of dust flying around me. Why was I running? Fits of coughing almost
knocked me down, but I kept running.
I shift position in my cramped space and a mote of light breaks through. It shines across
to the other side of my hiding spot. HIDING SPOT! I was running from something. I hope it
doesn’t find me. I can’t imagine what it might be. The light hits the wall, illuminating wood
plank. This is a barrel of some sort. I know it.
I dare to look out of the hole in the wood. Lots of dust swirls around the opening, but I
must be against a wall because I can’t see very far. I see another wall. The noise that I
thought was inside my head sounds like it’s coming from outside now. If I could figure out how
I got in here, I could peak out and see if that 'thing' is gone, and why there is a giant crowd
nearby. But I dare not until I know that my attacker is no longer near.
I shift position again and see a second hole about a foot away from the first. Just as I
begin to peak out, the ground starts shaking again. It sounds like a stampede. A red shoe flies
past the small opening.. I hear...
I wake up. Ouch. Now I’m dizzy and I hurt all over. This time I’m upside down. Noise from
outside the barrel dies down. I hear mumbling as it gets closer to my hiding spot. The barrel is
tipped over so that I’m rightside up again. People fumble with the lid, and within seconds light
floods my little area. Arms reach down and forcibly pull me out. I see lots of colors, but that’s
all. I can’t see through the blinding light yet.
“You’re one lucky devil,” they all say to me at the same time, “if you hadn’t jumped into
that barrel at that precise moment, that bull would have gored you to death! You’ve been
taking a lot of crazy chances lately, but just so you know, you saved that riders life.”
It all comes together now. As my eyes focus, I realize that I am a rodeo clown.
I hope you enjoyed this page I created for Chris.
He's some kind of artist ... Right.
Now you can click below and either go back to the current News Letter
or
Go to the Index for all the previous News Letters.
or
back to our Home page for the monster makers site.
artistic, and now here I am - never willing to disappoint. Most people
had other interests such as sports, but mine was in trying to show
what was going on inside my head. You really get to know who your
true friends are when they stick by you after drawing the weird things
that have come from my 'less than normal' psyche.
I was always a comic book fan, and soon learned that there were other areas of geekdom
that I could embrace whole heartedly - medieval fantasy. Being chosen 'Most Artistic'
throughout my schooling, and going on to School of Visual Arts to draw comic books has lead
me to be able to show what goes on in my head a little more clearly. It comes out in pencils,
inks, paint, Photoshop and Maya (a 3d program I have been using for a few years).
The Bugs Guitar is a guitar I painted. My grandfather bought it at a garage sale for $1 and I
fixed it and made it into 2 of my favorite cartoon characters
Celassontra is a rough drawing I did a while ago. I plan on coloring it and removing the line
art.
The Dragon Logo is a logo I use on most of my finished work. I created it and it's like my little
calling card.
Elektra is a comic book character I love. I did an ink and watercolor of her in college and I like
it still.
The Elmo onesy was a baby shirt I made for my nephew. It's actually all acrylic - it's not fuzzy
at all.
When I'm not drawing or painting, I am -among countless other interests - continuing my
studies of Martial Arts (28 years so far in Ju-Jutsu and Gung Fu), keeping up my fishtanks (1
of which holds two 17 year old Silver Dollars), going on trips on the Harley, keeping up my
gardens, reading from my vast library of books, or I am playing one of my guitars (I was in a
band for 14 years that played all over LI).
The Silver Dollars picture is my big fish tank. It is currently full of fish, but I think they hid for
the picture. On the left, you can see my two 17 year old Silver Dollars. The guy in the pet
store told me they'd live about four years!
These are all of my guitars and amps. You can never have too many guitars.
Those who say you can aren't guitar players.
The Greenslade denim Jacket (with actual album pictured above it) was painted
for a friend in England. She told me that when she got off of the plane going home,
she was immediately offered 600 pounds for it.
A beautiful, warm day before going out on the bike. That's my bike next to me.
The Sheldon picture was one I painted for a friend. It's her cat.
I know how much she loves him, and surprised her with this painted on a shirt.
When she received it, she said she didn't want to wear it - she wanted to frame it.
A fun test I did to see what I would look like as a Simpsons Character.
Currently, I work as a photo retoucher, and am lucky enough to be able to be creative
every day.
I also like to write short stories, and have been doing so for years. I hope you like it...
Just a Second
Time goes by, yet the world does not notice. Does a tree notice? A rock? I don’t think
so. I notice, though. A fraction of a second matters to me.
I open my eyes into a darkness so thick that I can’t see anything. Noise assaults my
ears. I can’t make out anything specific. When you’ve been through a traumatic experience,
your hearing tends to sound just like crowd noise. That is what I am going through right now.
I remember.. well.. I can’t remember. Damn. Why is the ground shaking? I feel a little
nauseous and dizzy. I used to get dizzy from those roller coaster rides when I was a kid, but
why would I feel like this now?
And what is that smell? And why am I stuffed into this thing.? Maybe I should calm down
and try to remember the last thing I did. OK....
I get glimpses of dust flying around me. Why was I running? Fits of coughing almost
knocked me down, but I kept running.
I shift position in my cramped space and a mote of light breaks through. It shines across
to the other side of my hiding spot. HIDING SPOT! I was running from something. I hope it
doesn’t find me. I can’t imagine what it might be. The light hits the wall, illuminating wood
plank. This is a barrel of some sort. I know it.
I dare to look out of the hole in the wood. Lots of dust swirls around the opening, but I
must be against a wall because I can’t see very far. I see another wall. The noise that I
thought was inside my head sounds like it’s coming from outside now. If I could figure out how
I got in here, I could peak out and see if that 'thing' is gone, and why there is a giant crowd
nearby. But I dare not until I know that my attacker is no longer near.
I shift position again and see a second hole about a foot away from the first. Just as I
begin to peak out, the ground starts shaking again. It sounds like a stampede. A red shoe flies
past the small opening.. I hear...
I wake up. Ouch. Now I’m dizzy and I hurt all over. This time I’m upside down. Noise from
outside the barrel dies down. I hear mumbling as it gets closer to my hiding spot. The barrel is
tipped over so that I’m rightside up again. People fumble with the lid, and within seconds light
floods my little area. Arms reach down and forcibly pull me out. I see lots of colors, but that’s
all. I can’t see through the blinding light yet.
“You’re one lucky devil,” they all say to me at the same time, “if you hadn’t jumped into
that barrel at that precise moment, that bull would have gored you to death! You’ve been
taking a lot of crazy chances lately, but just so you know, you saved that riders life.”
It all comes together now. As my eyes focus, I realize that I am a rodeo clown.
I hope you enjoyed this page I created for Chris.
He's some kind of artist ... Right.
Now you can click below and either go back to the current News Letter
or
Go to the Index for all the previous News Letters.
or
back to our Home page for the monster makers site.
This is a link to a CG site that showcases 2d and 3d imagery.
Here is a line drawing turned Photoshop painting...
This is a link to a book I made for my parents. I gave it to them for
Christmas so that they could always look back at our amazing dogs.
(I believe you can view the first half of the book)
Here is the link to the book.
Here is a line drawing turned Photoshop painting...
This is a link to a book I made for my parents. I gave it to them for
Christmas so that they could always look back at our amazing dogs.
(I believe you can view the first half of the book)
Here is the link to the book.
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