Hinkle Haüs

Greg Hinkle: Concept artist and comics creator. HinkleHaus@gmail.com.

Jul 22

Jul 21

Watercolor painting for Filmmaker, and awesome dude, Jerry Pyle. He did a pretty amazing short horror film called SERVICE. Apologies for the poor picture quality. 


Jul 12
Digital roughs from an upcoming page of AIRBOY, written by James Robinson and published by Image Comics. 

Digital roughs from an upcoming page of AIRBOY, written by James Robinson and published by Image Comics


kevin-frayne said: Hi, love your work! Was just curious as to if/when Airboy is to be released - I had read up on it and it sounds more than interesting! Hope all is well.

Hey! Thanks for checking out my work!

I’m working on Airboy right this second, actually. We would’ve liked to have a firm date set, but sometimes life can get in the way and slow things down. Things have cleared up in the last few weeks though. I’m drawin’ just as fast I can. And I think it’ll be worth the wait.

Short answer: later this year for sure.

Sorry to be so vague. We’ll hopefully have some actual announcements soon, like a date and maybe even some previews.

So stay tuned. 


Jul 11

bensears:

Master post D+ pinups

clockwise from top:

Craig Horky

Greg Hinkle

Nick Sumida

Andrew Maclean

Stefan Tosheff

Pretty pumped that I got to do a pin-up for this. Thanks Ben!


Jun 25
Early stages of a digital rough. 

Early stages of a digital rough. 


Jun 20

I road-tripped up to Jason’s house this week and sketched in some copies of THE RATTLER. Here are some of them.


Jun 15
jasonmcnamara:

Rattler Kickstarter boxes assembled and ready to go. Won’t be long before we’re shipping copies. 

jasonmcnamara:

Rattler Kickstarter boxes assembled and ready to go. Won’t be long before we’re shipping copies. 


Jun 14

Snippets of a Hulk commission I just finished for Chris Ryder (the author of the fantastic Dames in the Atomic Age). I’ll post the whole thing after Chris gets to see it. This was a fun one. Thanks for being so patient, buddy.


Jun 11
the-grab-bag:

"Enormous Dominance"
“It’s the middle of spring in the middle of Wyoming. In the middle of a field sits a lone Douglas Fir. It reaches higher than a 40 story building and is wide around as this very room we sit in. What makes —”
“GRANDPA.”
“Don’t interrupt. It’s not polite” He pats the boy on his head. “What makes this particular tree so unusual however is not it’s size. It’s the fact that nothing grows around it. Not a shrub or a flower. Not even grass. When I was a boy, I saw this mighty tree, my fath—“
“Flowers are for girls.”
“It’s NOT polite.” He continues, “My father told me it was over 400 years old. He told me it was the oldest living thing in the entire state of Wyoming and that —“
“Trees aren’t alive.”
“— PEOPLE… would make pilgrimages from all over the country just to see the tree. Out of respect, visitors would stand in it’s majesty from a distance, never—“
“I bet I could climb it.”
“getting close to it.”
“I BET I COULD CLIMB IT.”
“When I saw the tree with my father, there was another little boy there with his family. He decided that HE WOULD climb it. He ran right up to that giant tree and grabbed onto the—“
“He should have used a pick.”
“— rough bark. The bark was so thick and sturdy that was able to get up out of his mother’s reach quite quickly. She begged him to come down, but he would not listen. By the time he reached the first branch, he was nearly —“
“I’d have use a pick and rope and wolverine claws.”
“100 FEET above the ground. By that —“
“pffft.” The boy makes a fart noise with his hands. “Whatever.”
The old man pauses and makes a pained expression at the boy. “Do you want to hear the end of this story or not?”
“Yes and no. Yes if it’s going to be good and no if it’s going to be bad.”
The old man continues. “By that time, a fire truck had arrived in the field. They extended the ladder as high as it would go, but —“
“Did the fire truck run off of steam cause it was so OLD.”
“— IT WAS FIVE FEET TOO SHORT. By this time the boy had worked his way out to an outer branch. He was chasing a butterfly —“
“HAAHA. Butterfly.”
“— AND THE BRANCH SNAPPED AND THE BOY FELL 100 FEET TO HIS DEATH. THE END.”
The old man storms out of the room. 
The boy sits on the ground making fart noises with his hands.

We’re back! Shay was on a trip last week, but she’s back now, which means we’ll get to do more of these. 

the-grab-bag:

"Enormous Dominance"

“It’s the middle of spring in the middle of Wyoming. In the middle of a field sits a lone Douglas Fir. It reaches higher than a 40 story building and is wide around as this very room we sit in. What makes —”

“GRANDPA.”

“Don’t interrupt. It’s not polite” He pats the boy on his head. “What makes this particular tree so unusual however is not it’s size. It’s the fact that nothing grows around it. Not a shrub or a flower. Not even grass. When I was a boy, I saw this mighty tree, my fath—“

“Flowers are for girls.”

“It’s NOT polite.” He continues, “My father told me it was over 400 years old. He told me it was the oldest living thing in the entire state of Wyoming and that —“

“Trees aren’t alive.”

“— PEOPLE… would make pilgrimages from all over the country just to see the tree. Out of respect, visitors would stand in it’s majesty from a distance, never—“

“I bet I could climb it.”

“getting close to it.”

“I BET I COULD CLIMB IT.”

“When I saw the tree with my father, there was another little boy there with his family. He decided that HE WOULD climb it. He ran right up to that giant tree and grabbed onto the—“

“He should have used a pick.”

“— rough bark. The bark was so thick and sturdy that was able to get up out of his mother’s reach quite quickly. She begged him to come down, but he would not listen. By the time he reached the first branch, he was nearly —“

“I’d have use a pick and rope and wolverine claws.”

“100 FEET above the ground. By that —“

“pffft.” The boy makes a fart noise with his hands. “Whatever.”

The old man pauses and makes a pained expression at the boy. “Do you want to hear the end of this story or not?”

“Yes and no. Yes if it’s going to be good and no if it’s going to be bad.”

The old man continues. “By that time, a fire truck had arrived in the field. They extended the ladder as high as it would go, but —“

“Did the fire truck run off of steam cause it was so OLD.”

“— IT WAS FIVE FEET TOO SHORT. By this time the boy had worked his way out to an outer branch. He was chasing a butterfly —“

“HAAHA. Butterfly.”

“— AND THE BRANCH SNAPPED AND THE BOY FELL 100 FEET TO HIS DEATH. THE END.”

The old man storms out of the room. 

The boy sits on the ground making fart noises with his hands.

We’re back! Shay was on a trip last week, but she’s back now, which means we’ll get to do more of these. 


Jun 3
the-grab-bag:

"Influential Tissue"
A delightfully plump nurse struts through the halls of a hospital. 
Without breaking her stride she turns to a room on her left and points to a bed where a boy is throwing up. 
“HEALED!”
The boy stops mid heave. Wipes his mouth and smiles.
The nurse nods. She walks past man in a wheelchair and points.
“STAND!”
The man hops up and does a little jig.
The nurse smiles and walks on. She passes into the maternity ward where a woman screams, in the throes of a contraction. She points.
“BABIED!”
The baby shoots out of her birth canal into the doctor’s arms. A sweaty father takes a picture.
The nurse nods and walks on. She gets to the ICU and passes a man in a coma, his wife clutching his limp hand. The nurse points.
“LIVE!”
The man springs up, grabs his wife’s hand and kisses up her arm.
The nurse smiles and walks on. She reaches the emergency waiting room where a young woman stirs in her seat uncomfortably. The nurse turns and points.
“YOU’RE A HYPOCHONDRIAC. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOSPITAL.” 
The young woman frowns and bursts into tears as she scurries out the door.
The nurse throws her head back, cackles, and walks on.

Day two of The Grab Bag. 60 minutes to create, and then we post, warts and all.

the-grab-bag:

"Influential Tissue"

A delightfully plump nurse struts through the halls of a hospital. 

Without breaking her stride she turns to a room on her left and points to a bed where a boy is throwing up. 

“HEALED!”

The boy stops mid heave. Wipes his mouth and smiles.

The nurse nods. She walks past man in a wheelchair and points.

“STAND!”

The man hops up and does a little jig.

The nurse smiles and walks on. She passes into the maternity ward where a woman screams, in the throes of a contraction. She points.

“BABIED!”

The baby shoots out of her birth canal into the doctor’s arms. A sweaty father takes a picture.

The nurse nods and walks on. She gets to the ICU and passes a man in a coma, his wife clutching his limp hand. The nurse points.

“LIVE!”

The man springs up, grabs his wife’s hand and kisses up her arm.

The nurse smiles and walks on. She reaches the emergency waiting room where a young woman stirs in her seat uncomfortably. The nurse turns and points.

“YOU’RE A HYPOCHONDRIAC. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOSPITAL.” 

The young woman frowns and bursts into tears as she scurries out the door.

The nurse throws her head back, cackles, and walks on.

Day two of The Grab Bag. 60 minutes to create, and then we post, warts and all.


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