|Posted by K.Matt on November 3, 2014 at 10:15 PM||comments (1)|
I've started an update of my site. Though I'll likely have to make a new page somewhere. Why? Because this update is big enough that I'm nowhere near done...and I've found that I'm out of space. Expanding that space costs money that I don't have. So, thinking of how to go about creating a new page, how to make that divide...
|Posted by K.Matt on July 16, 2013 at 12:10 AM||comments (0)|
I need to update this site more often. Anyhow, I plan to add a number of new images sometime in the very near future. I've also been working on a 100 themes challenge, along with my series.
Speaking of my book series, Hell Bent, I still have yet to edit. I've been working on some short prequel stories, a lot of illustrations... And I'm going to devote my newly rediscovered WordPress blog to anything concerning said series.
Also, I've been hoping to raise some money to go to New York Comic Con this October. Any help would be appreciated. For more info, go here: http://www.gofundme.com/Please-Send-Us-to-NYCC
Furthermore, I've come up with some other options for commissions. When I add more images, I fully intend to put samples of some of the new options up, as well. Anyhow, here's the list:
$5 = Inked Sketch w/o Background or color
$10= Inked Sketch w/Background, no color
$15= Inked and Flat Colored Sketch, No Background
$20= Inked and Flat Colored Sketch, w/Background.png)
$25= Inked, Colored, Shaded Pic, With or Without Background
There is no limit on how many figures may go into one image. And as for the other options...
$5= 5 bookmarks (Tassel/No tassel/Rectangular/Shaped).
$10= 9 trading cards
Another thing I forgot to mention about these commissions is that there's an option between digital artwork or traditional. Traditional would be done with gel pen and Sharpie.
For traditional works, you will have the option of getting the original. And as for the short comics, I'm thinking those would be up to 10 pages. Prices would be negotiable, since I'd rather not overcharge anyone.
The process for commissions would be like this:
4) Colors (if applicable)
5) Shading/highlights (if applicable)
With each step being sent to the client for feedback. As for payment, that can be done either up-front, or before the final stage. I prefer not to wait until it's entirely done.
Anyhow, hoping to get more pics up here later this week!
|Posted by K.Matt on November 22, 2012 at 7:50 AM||comments (0)|
Hey, it's been a while since I've posted something up here. But anyway, I'll be posting a great deal of artwork later today. I've been taking part in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) again this year, and have been drawing characters, illustrations, and the occasional cover for people from the forums. And as such, I will be adding a new gallery for these images, "Characters and Covers for Others". Also, I've started work on writing a series, known as Hell Bent. There will also be a new gallery devoted to work for that.
That's all I can really think of for the time being, so I'll be back later to begin the massive update.
|Posted by K.Matt on July 26, 2011 at 9:43 AM||comments (0)|
I've finally gotten around to updating the site, with some new illustrations and comic pages. I'll try and do it a bit more often, though. Also, I'm selling commissions. Here's the price list for them:
$5= Inked picture, no background.
$10= Flat color picture, no background.
$15= Inked picture, background.
$20= Flat color picture, background.
$25= Shaded picture, background.
I also will do writing commissions, though the prices there are negotiable. The same holds true for plushie commissions. I still need to get some pictures on here for that, of course.
|Posted by K.Matt on July 26, 2011 at 9:38 AM||comments (0)|
FDP Labs, December 11, 4:04am
Meanwhile, the occupants of the lab’s van stepped through the large compound’s double doors. Of them, four were armored, heavily armed guards, one formerly escaped mutant, and one scientist that had to have been suffering from Stockholm syndrome, according to the rest of the staff.
The scientist, Spencer, was not at all pleased with this turn of events. He’d gone from spending time with his mutant friends, to a standoff with the most volatile of these mutants and her boyfriend, to having to deal with the jackasses from Retrieval. It wasn’t as though Spencer had originally wanted to be with the mutants, in the first place. But after a few months with them, they’d become close. Particularly the mutant that was here with the group right now, who was currently some cross between worried and annoyed. His wrists were cuffed behind him, and his long prehensile tail hung limply behind him, red as his somewhat messy chin-length hair. His normally wide green eyes were slits, at this point, as he glared at the men ushering him and Spencer inside.
The two had been led through the lab’s corridors, coming to the Gene Splicing Wing. The mutant was pushed toward one of the processing rooms, and Spencer was ushered a bit more gently to the office of the head of this particular department, Dr. Roberta O’Hallaran. Three were waiting in the office for him: Dr. Ronald Hawkins, his twenty-something daughter Maggie, and Dr. O’Hallaran, herself.
“Hello there, Dr. Abbot,” Dr. O’Hallaran greeted, her gray eyes meeting his brown. “Please, sit.”
Spencer stepped toward the open seat in front of her desk, sitting himself down. Dr. O’Hallaran adjusted her glasses, drumming her fingers on the desk.
“How are you doing, Dr. Abbot?” she asked, her tone a little cold.
“Well, I was doing just fine,” he replied. “Until my house was the target of a siege.”
“I’m sorry. We did what had to be done…since you’ve clearly been forced into harboring our specimens.”
“Those ‘specimens’ are my friends.”
“And they’ve clearly brainwashed you into sympathizing with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that psychic girl that did it. Is that the case? Did she force you to do anything?”
He thought for a moment. Of the mutants, Ivy hadn’t been all that forceful. Not compared to Beast…possibly Nick, as well. Spencer shook his head.
“Not that I can recall. As you can see, they haven’t left a single scratch. The only injuries I have are from the guys from Retrieval getting kind of rough. Nothing else.”
“Uh-huh…if that’s the case, then why did they see you being menaced by two mutants when they got there?”
“How do you know about that?”
“They called on the way here. These mutants had to be shot, correct?”
Spencer thought back to the chaos that’d happened just hours before.
|Posted by Kayla on March 27, 2011 at 4:35 PM||comments (1)|
I've gotten a new site set up as you can see here. I had to take my old one offline, as I could no longer afford the hosting fee, but this is a bit easier to maintain, anyway. I will continue posting news and my writing up here. Please enjoy, and if you want to hire me to work on something for you please do not hesitate.
|Posted by Kayla on March 27, 2011 at 4:29 PM||comments (0)|
Somewhere in the Woods, December 11, 4:03am
Nick prodded the side of his big sister’s prone form. Her body felt cold to the touch (which, admittedly, was normal for her), and she didn’t seem to be breathing. And it wasn’t all that warm out. It was only a few degrees above freezing, so perhaps that had something to do with the girl’s cold skin.
“…Beast?” he asked. “C’mon, Beast, wake up. We need to get a move-on.”
She didn’t respond. He shook her again.
Still nothing. He rubbed his arms to warm up a bit. The twenty-year-old stood up, looking toward their friend Ivy. Ivy had been seated on the frosted-over forest floor, leaning against a tree. Her slender arms were wrapped around her knees, her long wavy black and brown hair hanging in her face. The cold didn’t seem to have as much effect on her. Nick’s emerald-hued finger tapped her on the shoulder, disturbing her thoughts.
“Ivy, it’s Beast…she’s not moving,” he said, voice cracking.
Ivy looked at him, rising to her feet. She approached the body, crouching beside it. She felt the neck for a pulse, then Beast’s natural wrist (the other arm being made of metal). Finding nothing, she turned Beast onto her back, lifting one of the curvy cat-woman’s eyelids.
“I’m sorry, Nick. She didn’t make it through the night.”
“But she said she was okay when we stopped for the night. She wasn’t even bleeding anymore!”
“Probably internal bleeding. Really, the fact that she made it this long…”
She stopped, watching as Nick sank to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. Whatever composure he’d had up to this point vanished, as he began sobbing.