Reynolds Study in Charcoal 14"x17"

New for 2013  -      Charcoal on paper.  This item is currently for sale.  $130 matted plus S&H.  $100 unmatted plus S&H.  Contact me via email at anibenchosa@gmail.com

 

 

NEW FOR 2012!!!

Baring extinction, I have renewed my dedication to posting new artwork and commentary to Banished Art, as well as revamping it's sister blog The Chronicles of Kieson. However, should the Mayans prove correct, then, you will get nothing. ;)

Superman

Hellboy

Kind of looks like ol' Hellboy is on the pipe, don't it? I like everything about Hellboy - the comic, Mignola's artwork, the movies, everything. Bit of a lame effort here, but it was my first try and completely out of the air without any reference. I don't know how comic book artists do it - how they can put pages and pages together coherently; it's beyond me.

Hellboy Sketch

Frankenstein with Hyenas

If there is a more sinister animal in nature than the hyena I haven't found it. Frankenstein is just cool. The only monster I like better is the zombie which at this point is getting to be way over exposed. Vampires don't brood, they aren't tragic figures. They are evil, bloodthirsty engines of destruction. That Meyers woman completely ruined the vampire. 30 Days of Night are how vampires should be done. Stephen King for all his multitude of craptastic literary sins does a good vampire story.

I think Frankenstein is sort of a dead end story-wise. It has always been more about the man/god dynamic than it has been about the creature. That's too bad because the creature is intriguing. The creature doesn't have to be mindless. A reanimated thing may or may not have a "soul." And why does it have to be a golem built out of spare parts? I'm just saying.

Hulk v. Rhino

I've always vibed with the violent characters rather than the cerebral. As a youth I was attracted to death. I don't think that it was in an unhealthy or overly morbid preoccupation - I was just drawn to mostly photographs of death, particularly dead people. Outside of spiders, the occasional magnifying glass fried ant, and one unfortunate episode with a culvert full of frogs, I never went out of my way to harm anything. Yet violence was always a fixture of my environment. I got into a lot of fights growing up. I wasn't a bully, but I was keenly attuned to any weakness. I think that comic books were my first passion. I did not give a shit about sports as a kid, or music, or whatever. I did like Marvel comics, and in particular the Hulk. The Hulk only had one tool in his toolbox: the hammer. For him the hammer fixed everything. It was great, and I could relate on some primal level. He didn't want to talk, to find common ground, all he did was smash. Awesome. He was a force of nature that would lay waste to anything in his path. I loved it when he beat the snot out of some poor slob. There weren't many that could go toe to toe with the Hulk, but a few tried.