Anthony Zierhut

Storyboard artist and animatic artist for feature films



One hour sketch book

I have been invited to teach a class on how to make sketchbooks. I figured the simplest and most practical design would be best for the class. The 124 page book pictured below was made in one hour — it usually takes at least a couple hours. What I did differently was to really simplify the cover, allowing it to be as protective as possible, hopefully somewhat attractive in a utilitarian sort of way, and letting the bulk of the creation time to be dedicated to sewing the signatures of the book block. I also really like the idea of re-purposing inexpensive but sturdy and useful materials, so I decided to make the cover out of a simple hanging folder. My son said last night that he wanted a new sketch book so I took the opportunity to try and make the design above. Here’s how it turned out:

I’m pretty happy with how it turned out and I think it will be a good book to make for the class. Quick and relatively easy, sturdy and practical.

Some more NY sketches

These are from a fun diner / bar called ‘Cowgirl’.  All but the last image was from where I was sitting.  The last image is of the exterior of the place.  Joan took a picture of me drawing that part:

Sketch book from a cereal box!



We just got back from the annual camping trip in Big Sur. I made four sketchbooks there. I like the idea of “reduce, reuse, recycle” and so, in that spirit, I made use of a finished cereal box for the covers. They’re super sturdy and glossy and kind of cool too. I still have a few pages to fill in my current book, but I look forward to getting into this one in the near future!

Work area

Since the studio has provided it for me, I’ve been drawing storyboards on a Cintiq for the last 11 months now. The question frequently comes up between fellow artists, “What do you do with the keyboard?” I have mine stashed in the desk drawer just below it, ready to use or slide away.

After I drew this, it occurred to me that I drew my work area about the same time last year. As much as I have gotten used to this wonderful digital drawing tool, I did the sketch of it on paper 🙂

I like drawing on this thing so much, I got their smaller Cintiq for my home office (try to ignore the mess on my drawing table).

Fender Telecaster

I drew this from memory — and with help from a Google image search, as a way to remember a great old friend.

I was 16 years old when I first saw it in the front window of a local music shop in Richardson Texas. I had already been playing guitar for six years by then and was playing in a rock band in our high school. My current “axe” back then was an electric guitar my mom found at a garage sale — an unknown brand with red sparkle paint, three pickups and giant rocker switches. But the guitar in the window was different. It was incredibly simple, very functional-looking, its overall design almost homely. Bright yellow, white pick guard, light maple neck and fingerboard. Something about it reminded me of a popsicle. I suddenly started to obsess about it. My family and I went on a cross-country driving trip that Summer and that guitar was all I could think about day and night. I liked the slab-like thickness of it, the fact that the cord plugged into the side of the guitar, not on top like the garage-sale guitar. I loved the control knobs with no numbers printed on them. Who needs numbers on a control knob? What is this rocket-science or rock n’ roll!? I liked the big pickup selector switch — reminded me of the kind of big electric switch you’d see on a Saturday morning cartoon. Then there was that mysterious removable chrome bridge cover that no one ever seemed to keep on the guitar. The guitar was called a “Telecaster”. I learned that the company that made the guitar, Fender, also made another guitar, the “Stratocaster”, which was spoken of, amongst my teenage rock n’ roll peers, in hushed tones — the super-guitar (super, in this case, spelled with an “$”).

About that time, I read an interview with the legendary blues guitarist Roy Buchannan in Guitar Player maganzine, I think. He talked about the Telecasters he owned, techniques he used, about memorizing the neck and scales, circle-picking, controlling the Telecaster’s volume with your pinky while playing, about the wonderful tone and sustain it has. I became more obsessed as I read it.

Finally I went to the big guitar store in East Dallas with the intent to somehow get one. It became painfully apparent that I couldn’t afford it unless I put the guitar on “lay-away”, which meant the guitar was taken off the shelf and I had to make payments until it was paid off, then I could have it. Being a teenager, I could only afford a used instrument, which, thankfully, they had in abundance. The first one I saw was black, fairly beat up, with a dark rosewood neck and a Bigsby whammy bar. No, I wanted something pure, unaltered; I wanted that yellow Telecaster I had seen a year before in the shop window. In another room there was a nine-year-old Telecaster: maple neck, yellow (or as Fender calls it, “blonde”) — exactly right, perfect. It was $275, including its rectangular wooden case. That was more money than I had ever spent on anything. An insane amount of money. To make matters worse, I had to give them my garage-sale electric guitar and my Sears acoustic guitar as the down payment. In other words, I had no guitar to play until I managed to pay off this crazy debt.

The next month I emptied my life savings account for the second payment, and worked weekends for my father to scrape together the third; but there was no way I could make the last payment of $70. I was depressed, freaking out that it would go back up on the sales shelf for someone else to buy. My parents took pity on me and supplemented the last payment. Finally the used Telecaster was mine!

The guitar played like a dream. It was three times easier to play than the cheap guitars I learned on. A simple truism occurred to me: the higher the quality of the tool, the easier it is to use. Playing those other, inferior guitars was like running track with weights on my legs. This guitar, by contrast, was running without weights, in fact, flying. It was a relief and a joy to play barre chords — somehing that used to give me hand cramps. And I loved the sound of the guitar. The neck pickup sounded soft and mellow, switch to the bridge pickup and it became harsh and bright and cut through the air like a buzz saw. When the volume knob on the guitar was cranked all the way up (I would say to “10”, but remember — no numbers) and run through my Peavy tube amplifier the sound got fat and fuzzy; turned down just a little and it became bright and sharp again. Back then I played with a guitar pick, and I could store an extra pick, should I drop one, behind the pickguard for quick access while performing. We played a lot of hard rock when everyone else was playing disco, and the time I spent playing my Telecaster was pure heaven.

Two years later I sold the guitar back to the big guitar store as a down-payment for a new Rickenbacker 4003 bass guitar, which I still own and love. But I’m haunted by regret for getting rid of the Tele. Interestingly, the 1969 Fender Telecaster I paid $275 for in high school is now worth about $6,000 — that’s more than a 2000% appreciation!
Sometimes I think about getting a new one, but that ship has sailed. My interest these days is in acoustic finger picking style blues guitar, not electric ear-bleeding rock (although many great blues musicians have played Telecasters: Muddy Waters and Albert Collins being two fine examples). For now I’m just happy for the glowing memory of having once owned a really fine instrument. Maybe if I still owned it I would take it for granted.

Harvest Festival games — painted!

I had Saturday to prime and pencil, Sunday to paint. Here’s how they turned out, life-sized. My daughter Lily and my neighbor and his son helped on the ring-toss and shuffle board. It wouldn’t have gotten done without them! Many thanks. It really helped making the little sketch beforehand.

Joan took this “painting in progress” pic. The actual Harvest Festival is tomorrow. Hopefully the paint will hold up. If not, just more touch up I guess… It was a fun way to spend a weekend.

John Doe outdoor concert

This was an outdoor concert at the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur. A great venue to see some great music. My wife was a huge fan of the LA punk band X, back in the 1980s. John Doe was the lead singer and bass player. Anyway, it was a lot of fun, very personal. I sketched this in ink and then went back to the campsite, while it was still fresh in my mind, and added the watercolor. There was great late afternoon light filtered through the tall trees above and around us. Before John Doe went on, he sat behind us as we watched the amazing Peter Case who was up before him. Then after the concert, Mr. Doe posed for a picture with my wife Joan. Our 11-year-old daughter came along. We told him that it was her first concert and he told her, “The first of many, I hope.” Very fun.

New year’s resolution…

…to complete things that I’ve started. I have an embarrassingly long list of unfinished projects. This is the year of completion. About four years ago I started painting my daughters’ closet doors — they wanted unicorns (naturally). The doors remained unfinished for four years, so to start the new year off right I resolved to finish that project first! I got some time off of work, so part of that time was set aside to finish those doors. Lily is working here with me on her own mermaid painting.

Each family member is represented here. Joan is teaching the girls how to fly, while Jack and I are flying in the background. Strict attention was paid to hair and eye color (well, sort of strict).

Finished and installed. Both girls were very happy. Speaking of happy — happy new year to everybody! The last couple weeks have been too crazy with the holidays and with work to do any worthwhile posting. My apologies to anyone who checked back here and thought, what the heck is he doing anyway?? Where are the sketches? Here’s to a new year full of new sketching opportunities — and completion of old projects.

Halloween part 2

Here’s how Jack’s costume turned out (click to see more shots & details)

I was able to get off work a little early to take him and his sisters around to do the trick-or-treating. Lots of fun.

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