Off we go! Cody Vrosh & Binary Winter Press at table M-08 in the Small Press section. See you there!
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
COMIC-CON!
Off we go! Cody Vrosh & Binary Winter Press at table M-08 in the Small Press section. See you there!
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Phoenix Comic-Con! Find us at booth 790.
Cody Vrosh & Binary Winter Press will be at booth 790 for PHXCC 2014. It's a great show, all should come, and it starts tomorrow! Here's a map of some great indie artists and vendors that will be at the show...
See you there!
See you there!
Friday, May 16, 2014
MAKER FAIRE!
MAKER FAIRE! Man, I love this show! We're in a different spot than last year, so come find us under the San Francisco Bazaar tent in the south lot. See you there!
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Happy Hellboy Day!
It's March 22nd, Hellboy Day! 20 years ago today Mike Mignola's Hellboy: Seed of Destruction #1 was published by Dark Horse Comics, and I've been a dedicated fan for most of those years. It's always hard to show gratitude to our favorite creators, but thank you Mr. Mignola, for making our world more awesome, and thank you Dark Horse for making it possible.
I will be participating in the MINTcondition exhibition at Ltd. Art Gallery in Seattle, in conjunction with Emerald City ComiCon. The art show opens on Friday March 28 at 7:00PM (right after the first day of Emerald City ComiCon), and runs through April 26
I've also made a making-of video for your viewing pleasure...
Hope to see you at Emerald City ComiCon and the MINTcondition opening! HAPPY HELLBOY DAY!
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
An open letter to Ray Harryhausen, 1920-2013
Dear Mr. Harryhausen,
I was coming in from my workshop this morning when my wife informed me that she had very bad news. Her sympathetic smile informed me it was something I very much didn't want to hear. I asked her...
"Has someone died?"
"Yes" she replied.
"Is it Ray Harryhausen?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
She knew that of all the bad news (aside from family related) that could break my heart it was this. You see Mr. Harryhausen, you were my hero. Words can't describe my appreciation for you and your work, but I will try. I do not remember when my mom showed me your films for the first time, like Dr. Seuss and Kermit, they were always there. I do remember those glorious Saturdays, wary as the Argonauts awakened Talos, and wondering how those cowboys could ever think their lassos and six-shooters were a match for Gwangi. I remember my sister watching Clash of the Titans, and me thinking the romance was just fodder between the good scenes with The Kraken, Calibos, and Bubo. I remember drawing dinosaurs and minotaurs and giant apes. I remember making my teenage friends watch skeleton fights when they'd rather be talking to girls. I remember starting the Harryhausen section of the cult video store I worked at. And using the black market cinephile connections I made there to get my hands on low quality vhs tapes of fairy tale adaptations you had made 50 years before. I remember discovering all the work of your mentor, Willis O'Brien, and reading about how, when you were a kid, someones little animated figures had affected you so deeply, that it changed your life. I remember seeing your original sculptures in Paris and New York, and marveling at the detail that still clung to your aging armatures. I remember a life full of the gifts you gave the world, but that I always felt were mine.
I remember having the sincere honor of meeting you a couple times, Mr. Harryhausen. You were just as friendly as I could have hoped, and kindly listened while I told you how great you are. You signed a book for me that you couldn't believe I found, an old dusty paperback about the techniques you and O'Brien used. I don't think enough people realize the astounding level of your technical genius. I guess you'll have to settle for world renowned creative genius.
I guess all I'd like to say really is thank you.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
You blew a child's mind, and turned a little boy into an artist. I can say with confidence that i wouldn't be who I am without you. Your adventure in this life may be over, but I hope your now somewhere full of (friendly) dinosaurs and robotic owls. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some old movies to watch for the millionth time.
Rest in peace.
-Cody Vrosh
I was coming in from my workshop this morning when my wife informed me that she had very bad news. Her sympathetic smile informed me it was something I very much didn't want to hear. I asked her...
"Has someone died?"
"Yes" she replied.
"Is it Ray Harryhausen?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
She knew that of all the bad news (aside from family related) that could break my heart it was this. You see Mr. Harryhausen, you were my hero. Words can't describe my appreciation for you and your work, but I will try. I do not remember when my mom showed me your films for the first time, like Dr. Seuss and Kermit, they were always there. I do remember those glorious Saturdays, wary as the Argonauts awakened Talos, and wondering how those cowboys could ever think their lassos and six-shooters were a match for Gwangi. I remember my sister watching Clash of the Titans, and me thinking the romance was just fodder between the good scenes with The Kraken, Calibos, and Bubo. I remember drawing dinosaurs and minotaurs and giant apes. I remember making my teenage friends watch skeleton fights when they'd rather be talking to girls. I remember starting the Harryhausen section of the cult video store I worked at. And using the black market cinephile connections I made there to get my hands on low quality vhs tapes of fairy tale adaptations you had made 50 years before. I remember discovering all the work of your mentor, Willis O'Brien, and reading about how, when you were a kid, someones little animated figures had affected you so deeply, that it changed your life. I remember seeing your original sculptures in Paris and New York, and marveling at the detail that still clung to your aging armatures. I remember a life full of the gifts you gave the world, but that I always felt were mine.
I remember having the sincere honor of meeting you a couple times, Mr. Harryhausen. You were just as friendly as I could have hoped, and kindly listened while I told you how great you are. You signed a book for me that you couldn't believe I found, an old dusty paperback about the techniques you and O'Brien used. I don't think enough people realize the astounding level of your technical genius. I guess you'll have to settle for world renowned creative genius.
I guess all I'd like to say really is thank you.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
You blew a child's mind, and turned a little boy into an artist. I can say with confidence that i wouldn't be who I am without you. Your adventure in this life may be over, but I hope your now somewhere full of (friendly) dinosaurs and robotic owls. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some old movies to watch for the millionth time.
Rest in peace.
-Cody Vrosh
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