Lets see, I graduated from Boston's New England School of Art and Design. After a move to California, I worked on creating cartoons, paintings and illustrations for a diverse group of companies--advertising agencies, animation houses, and publishers of books, magazines and comic books. Leaving California after a decade, I added a new group of clients when I relocated to Texas. Returning to the East Coast, I generated a continual flow of commercial illustration work and also became a member of the Seacoast Art Association in 1997. work for animation includes character designs for Filmation's 1986-87 Ghostbusters series. Work for comic books has appeared in GrimJack, Omega Men and Heavy Metal among others. Video Games & Computer Entertainment and TurboPlay featured cover paintings of video game characters. Some of client list also includes Apple Computer, Blackthorne Comics, DiC Entertainment, Eternity Comics, Fidelity Investments, Fizz, Fruit of the Loom, Gregg Press, IBM, Little Golden Books, Salem Sportswear and Wang Laboratories.
Jim McDermott is the man who put the "ill" in
illustration, the beer in the mug, the foot in the
mouth, the cream in the coffee and the lime in the
coconut. Lurking behind the 8-ball,
he emerges at
night in search of Krispy Kremes and mp3s. From the
far horizons of the unknown come new dimensions in art
with McDermott's images of the past, the present and
the future... adventures in which you'll live in a
million could-be years on a thousand may-be worlds.
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If you're going to read this true but horrible story play the music to the left, as I was skipping down the street thinking of this song...so happy, "What a Wonderful World" until... 100 YARDS OF HORROR for Jim!
Illustration by my good and very Sensitive Friend Shawn McManus
I headed back from the convenience store
through the forest. I could see them lurking in the bushes. Who were
they? My imagination began to expand. The Mobile, Alabama Leprecaun
was descending from his tree and coming after me. Yee-OW! I tried to
go faster, but the gout sent pain radiating through my legs.Now they huddled back into the shadows behind the trees. Were they
wearing propellor beanies, or did I imagine that? Could it be... yes,
no... gremlins? I was piloting a P-40 for Lt. General Chennault and
the Flying Tigers, yes, World War II Flying Tigers, that's the ticket,
and the gremlins were on the wing, oh my God, no, NOOOOOooooooo! Get a
grip, man.Now they emerged from the shadows... and I saw... that they were only
children. Kids holding rocks and branches and metal objects.
Batteries? They took aim and began throwing. I wanted to run but I
could not. I pulled the hood over my head and continued walking as the
hurled objects whizzed past.Only 100 more yards to the house. Could I make it? I limped... only
ten feet to the door and safety. Hand on doorknob. Home at last!
You no what? "Troubles don't melt like lemon drops! Little Bastards!
There once was a kid named McDermott,
When given homework he would burn it,
He'd rather make doodles
Of guts and brain noodles...
Which gave his school teachers concern-ment?
There once was a man named Jim
Who's friends were afraid of him
He didn't bash brains
Or beat them with chains
But his drawings were creepy as sin
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