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Xia-Cynandre:iconxia-cynandre:
I've place in your work in its own collection Folder in my favorites. kept looking your art among my other favorites
Mon Apr 27, 2015, 5:31 PM
Lieutenant-Lucy:iconlieutenant-lucy:
Gogo/Andy is my life now. I hope you're happy. >_<
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ApollineAllura:iconapollineallura:
I binged half the gallery tonight. Never been more glad to wake up in the middle of the night! I'll be watching you!
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GAH! I read everything in one night. I need more! Amazing story and art!
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Merry Christmas and Boxing Day!
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TriforceMaster001:icontriforcemaster001:
Some of the funniest art work I've ever seen.
Tue Dec 16, 2014, 5:05 AM
un-fair:iconun-fair:
dude, I have to hand to ya, you've created a character that has redefined the term Strong Woman. Gogo is truly the most original chraracter out there today. I hope you find more success with this chraracter
Thu Dec 11, 2014, 12:57 PM
M-A-W:iconm-a-w:
have you been kicking it with Natives or samoans ...
Sat Nov 15, 2014, 3:59 AM
t-5:icont-5:
Love your character gogo
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i love ur comics
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I promise this journal will function as something of a movie/show review in time, but before I get to that...

"Mad Max: Fury Road" beat me on the first try.

Which is to say, I had to walk out about 20 minutes into my first attempt on account of a health issue that's been dogging me for awhile. I won't bore you with the details, but the basic meat of it is that I'm an anxious person, have been for some time, and it's something that's snowballed with time. At its most basic, it means I generally avoid social situations or unfamiliar places. At its worst, it means pacing the house and freaking out over ridiculously mundane things, and going into a panic over life, death, money, age, disease, ambition, etc. Usually there's an explanable reason, followed by a comedown and general malaise. But this weekend, just a few minutes into a FANTASTIC movie (seriously, but more on that later), my heart rate peaked, my head panicked, and I couldn't come down. I've had minor heart palpitation issues before, but it usually stops short of breaking into wacky ascending dubstep beats. Anyone who's had a panic attack might be able to assure you that yes, it will probably pass. For that moment, though, I didn't know that's what it was, and sure as balls wasn't thinking it'd just drop away. So it was off to the mercifully nearby ER (didn't know where else to go) for a few hours of monitoring and blood tests.

Here's the good bit: I've been cleared of any major physical concerns. While there're doctor visits ahead, for now I can put to rest the possibility that something sinister is physically monkeying with my insides. I've been given a trial prescription of anti-anxiety hoodoo that, so far, seems to be working as intended. Apart from being a little drowsy, nothing that usually triggers me into fits of anger or panic is doing what it used to. (The monster is just tapping at the window, not inside knocking over the dishes and drawing all over the walls, as it were). I'm breathing easier, sleeping without waking up every 90 mins, and the best part: holding random conversations with people without gasping in shame at my ineptitude (as much) immediately afterward.

AND I went back and watched "Fury Road" right through to the end a few days later. WITNESS ME!

So let's get on that! (Here endeth the boring "me" crap. Many other people have it SO much worse, after all).

NO SPOILERS HERE, btw:

"Mad Max: Fury Road" is one of those films that has a simple objective, a crazy amount of ambition and resources to do it, and knows what works to get there. I don't need to tell you how amazing it is to see--others have done that aplenty--but for my two cents, the desolate and expansive environments, the insanity of the vehicles and the freaks driving and climbing and shooting all over them, and the grotesque and demented and beautiful suite of characters themselves...all of that ground into a blender of a flick that revs up right from the start and keeps that pace going through to the end. It's a feast, and it's big, loud, dirty, fast, and fun as hell.

But some of my favorite elements (apart from the war drum rig complete with screaming, flaming guitar CAN I GET A HELL YES) are the slightly less tangible things in the undercarriage that make the movie run like it does:

1) EXPOSITION: Exposition can be a burdensome but necessary load, and in general it's a prickly principle to balance just right. MMFR goes incredibly spare on the exposition with just the barest touch of narration, and it WORKS. We don't need a sprawling explanation at the opening of the whats and the whys of the world or even of Max and the other principle characters. The characters are presented and their actions and expressions convey so much as the world opens out in front of them. We're shown living conditions and armies and vehicles and twisted humans and they stand for what they are, and we can figure it out as we watch, and the action rolls on.

2) DIALOGUE: Now I don't have a script in front of me, and action films don't generally require long conversations or scenery-chewing screeds. But if I recall correctly (and feel free to correct me if you know/feel otherwise), there is relatively little spoken in this movie overall. Max Rockatansky speaks very little to begin with, and apart from some wonderfully bellicose grandstanding by our head bad guy, Immortan Joe, no one launches into expository screeds or flowery conversation. Dialogue is meted out sparsely and effectively, functionally and occasionally insane ("WHAT A LOVELY DAY!!!!") Which dovetails nicely into the next point, which is...

3) NO GRATUITOUS ROMANCE!: (*crowd erupts into raucous applause*) Well, after all, look at what sort of thing we're dealing with. If, during the writing stage, someone suggested having this whole rolling convoy of thunder stop for about 15 minutes of lovestruck characters gazing into the sunset and going on about "this crazy world of ours" before looking into each other's eyes and embracing tenderly as the score lovingly swells, it seems apparent that someone rode in on a HEAVY METAL WAR RIG and blasted that idiot out of the room with a shredding solo. Naw, son, this thing keeps moving. Even the "quiet" moments are mercifully brief, counting the ammo and the dead and plotting a new course before gunning the engines and kicking the dust off the tires and back into the fray. This movie sheds the unnecessarily overdrawn feels like the dead weight off a pursuit vehicle. All killer and speed, no luxury. And that's exactly what you want out of this.

And finally...

4) THE WOMEN: First things first: Imperator Furiosa. (deep breaths, now!). *ahem* moving on...I haven't read a whole lot about whatever stink's been kicked up about this being some sort of "feminist triumph" or, conversely, "forced feminism" because, frankly, people are way too sensitive sometimes. I don't know what you or the creators or the invisible sea of fans and detractors think or thought, but here's my read on it: This bastard WORKED.  The women didn't fall into some caricature of mewling, helpless joke-people with eyerollingly painful quips, nor were they unstoppably badass fighting machines. Same with the guys. Big and strong, weak and desperate, crazy but resolute, etc. Everyone gets their shot at pulling off something awesome and amazing, but also gets a shot at getting their ass kicked or rolled under the tires of war machines. My basic take take is this: in a movie that wears structural simplicity and speed on its sleeve, MMFR made slick, deceptively simple characters that worked in a way that just felt right. LIKE A RESPECTABLY BUILT ENGINE, MATE. Boy parts, girl parts, all of 'em forged perfect-like to make this V8 ROAR.

So there. If you haven't seen it, this one gets my steering wheel of approval, right on the enormous pile with the others.

peace. :salute:
scratch-comic: sticky G by VanHeist
scratch-comic: sticky G
Haven't done one of these disasters in a LONG time.

For them what haven't seen one of these before, this is literally just a straight scan from the sketchbook, and how I usually "write" comics: Bare minimum character detail, and barely legible handwriting.

Typically, I'd use this as a starting point, and do a more "finished" comic based upon it, but every now and then i think the scratch cartoons look alright enough on their own. (Besides, there's other work to be concentrating on without adding to the pile).

For some context, this is Gogo chatting up Didi's girl, Terpsichore ("Trips Hickory") for some contraband. Regrettably, I haven't drawn Trips enough to have as reliable an artistic shorthand for her like I do with Gogo (which is why Trips looks awfully sloppy here), but she mostly fits. And I really do like her as a character who is extremely and sarcastically unafraid of Gogo enough to rib her constantly :XD:

Anyway, hope it's somewhat readable, and enjoy, perhaps! :salute:
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Halcyon Girl 3 by VanHeist
Halcyon Girl 3
previous: Halcyon Girl 2 by VanHeist

best pickup line strategy: wad up your name and whip it at someone. never fails. (if your goal is to be unsettling and shrill). Then, if the object of your affections deigns to let you converse with them, commence clucking and chatting like a giddy hen. (from The Sublime Art of Romantic-Infatuational Seducery by Wee Gogo)
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Halcyon Girl 2 by VanHeist
Halcyon Girl 2
previous: lionseed by VanHeist
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The saga continues and fists take flight!

Production note: this page is the first stab at a standardized format (and a slightly different method of putting a page together).

Usually, I put Bomango comics together entirely in Photoshop, and--with the exception of a number of 3-6 panel comics that use a preset template--the size of each comic varies. This is great for messing around and not being restricted by size constraints, but it also means a rather chaotic variation in production time.

This time around, I've decided to change things up and try going back to penciled layouts on a comic page. I still get much cleaner lines by inking digitally, but the layout process is faster, my sense of the page is clearer, and I have a lot more flexibility in being able to spin and angle the paper beneath my pencil rather than sketch from a fixed position. (Which makes a bigger difference than I thought)

Plus, it's my hope that this speeds up the entire process and allows me to update in smaller chunks at a more consistent rate. This page isn't terribly complex, but it's a promising start :)

Anyway, moving on! More soon!

Enjoy! :salute:
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for her pleasure by VanHeist
for her pleasure
BACKSCRATCHAAAAAAAA!

As inventions go, it's just a glorified stick. but WHAT A STICK! *SHIK SHIK SHIK*

baby got BASS.

please enjoy stoopid comic :salute:
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I promise this journal will function as something of a movie/show review in time, but before I get to that...

"Mad Max: Fury Road" beat me on the first try.

Which is to say, I had to walk out about 20 minutes into my first attempt on account of a health issue that's been dogging me for awhile. I won't bore you with the details, but the basic meat of it is that I'm an anxious person, have been for some time, and it's something that's snowballed with time. At its most basic, it means I generally avoid social situations or unfamiliar places. At its worst, it means pacing the house and freaking out over ridiculously mundane things, and going into a panic over life, death, money, age, disease, ambition, etc. Usually there's an explanable reason, followed by a comedown and general malaise. But this weekend, just a few minutes into a FANTASTIC movie (seriously, but more on that later), my heart rate peaked, my head panicked, and I couldn't come down. I've had minor heart palpitation issues before, but it usually stops short of breaking into wacky ascending dubstep beats. Anyone who's had a panic attack might be able to assure you that yes, it will probably pass. For that moment, though, I didn't know that's what it was, and sure as balls wasn't thinking it'd just drop away. So it was off to the mercifully nearby ER (didn't know where else to go) for a few hours of monitoring and blood tests.

Here's the good bit: I've been cleared of any major physical concerns. While there're doctor visits ahead, for now I can put to rest the possibility that something sinister is physically monkeying with my insides. I've been given a trial prescription of anti-anxiety hoodoo that, so far, seems to be working as intended. Apart from being a little drowsy, nothing that usually triggers me into fits of anger or panic is doing what it used to. (The monster is just tapping at the window, not inside knocking over the dishes and drawing all over the walls, as it were). I'm breathing easier, sleeping without waking up every 90 mins, and the best part: holding random conversations with people without gasping in shame at my ineptitude (as much) immediately afterward.

AND I went back and watched "Fury Road" right through to the end a few days later. WITNESS ME!

So let's get on that! (Here endeth the boring "me" crap. Many other people have it SO much worse, after all).

NO SPOILERS HERE, btw:

"Mad Max: Fury Road" is one of those films that has a simple objective, a crazy amount of ambition and resources to do it, and knows what works to get there. I don't need to tell you how amazing it is to see--others have done that aplenty--but for my two cents, the desolate and expansive environments, the insanity of the vehicles and the freaks driving and climbing and shooting all over them, and the grotesque and demented and beautiful suite of characters themselves...all of that ground into a blender of a flick that revs up right from the start and keeps that pace going through to the end. It's a feast, and it's big, loud, dirty, fast, and fun as hell.

But some of my favorite elements (apart from the war drum rig complete with screaming, flaming guitar CAN I GET A HELL YES) are the slightly less tangible things in the undercarriage that make the movie run like it does:

1) EXPOSITION: Exposition can be a burdensome but necessary load, and in general it's a prickly principle to balance just right. MMFR goes incredibly spare on the exposition with just the barest touch of narration, and it WORKS. We don't need a sprawling explanation at the opening of the whats and the whys of the world or even of Max and the other principle characters. The characters are presented and their actions and expressions convey so much as the world opens out in front of them. We're shown living conditions and armies and vehicles and twisted humans and they stand for what they are, and we can figure it out as we watch, and the action rolls on.

2) DIALOGUE: Now I don't have a script in front of me, and action films don't generally require long conversations or scenery-chewing screeds. But if I recall correctly (and feel free to correct me if you know/feel otherwise), there is relatively little spoken in this movie overall. Max Rockatansky speaks very little to begin with, and apart from some wonderfully bellicose grandstanding by our head bad guy, Immortan Joe, no one launches into expository screeds or flowery conversation. Dialogue is meted out sparsely and effectively, functionally and occasionally insane ("WHAT A LOVELY DAY!!!!") Which dovetails nicely into the next point, which is...

3) NO GRATUITOUS ROMANCE!: (*crowd erupts into raucous applause*) Well, after all, look at what sort of thing we're dealing with. If, during the writing stage, someone suggested having this whole rolling convoy of thunder stop for about 15 minutes of lovestruck characters gazing into the sunset and going on about "this crazy world of ours" before looking into each other's eyes and embracing tenderly as the score lovingly swells, it seems apparent that someone rode in on a HEAVY METAL WAR RIG and blasted that idiot out of the room with a shredding solo. Naw, son, this thing keeps moving. Even the "quiet" moments are mercifully brief, counting the ammo and the dead and plotting a new course before gunning the engines and kicking the dust off the tires and back into the fray. This movie sheds the unnecessarily overdrawn feels like the dead weight off a pursuit vehicle. All killer and speed, no luxury. And that's exactly what you want out of this.

And finally...

4) THE WOMEN: First things first: Imperator Furiosa. (deep breaths, now!). *ahem* moving on...I haven't read a whole lot about whatever stink's been kicked up about this being some sort of "feminist triumph" or, conversely, "forced feminism" because, frankly, people are way too sensitive sometimes. I don't know what you or the creators or the invisible sea of fans and detractors think or thought, but here's my read on it: This bastard WORKED.  The women didn't fall into some caricature of mewling, helpless joke-people with eyerollingly painful quips, nor were they unstoppably badass fighting machines. Same with the guys. Big and strong, weak and desperate, crazy but resolute, etc. Everyone gets their shot at pulling off something awesome and amazing, but also gets a shot at getting their ass kicked or rolled under the tires of war machines. My basic take take is this: in a movie that wears structural simplicity and speed on its sleeve, MMFR made slick, deceptively simple characters that worked in a way that just felt right. LIKE A RESPECTABLY BUILT ENGINE, MATE. Boy parts, girl parts, all of 'em forged perfect-like to make this V8 ROAR.

So there. If you haven't seen it, this one gets my steering wheel of approval, right on the enormous pile with the others.

peace. :salute:

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egreham Featured By Owner 6 days ago
Just went surfing through your archives, and ended up just shocked, perplexed, and yet intrigued by how Gogo and Didi used to be part of the same body.
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Hajbe Featured By Owner May 11, 2015
I found a commercial that I guess sums up Gogo's life until now... =D

Don't know if it was cheese that changed Gogo's life but maybe you get some inspiration to a stoopid comic... :)
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VanHeist Featured By Owner May 11, 2015
That was brilliant :D
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KieramelKisses Featured By Owner May 10, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
You have the most original and entertaining Characters I go on here just to see if you update a new one!
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Kitten-Affliction Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2015  Student Digital Artist
I've just read through all of Bomango in one sitting. You've got a new fan. O:
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Agrophias Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
We all did at one time or another. when you go to the gallery, make sure to click "All" on the top left though. i found some interesting stuff that i didn't know existed.
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portrait11 Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015
Here wishing A happy Easter weekend. Enjoy all the good times that come with this day.

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VanHeist Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015
DAWWWW!

Thanks. Happy Easter to you!
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Hajbe Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015
Heh, I just realized, a Norwegian skier must be a distant relative to Gogo...
Check the link :-)
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VanHeist Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015
Sweet Sons of Norway! :O
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