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I have a fondness for swamp monsters – Swamp Thing, Man-Thing, the Glob, the Heap – things that walk like men but are now composed of plants and fungus rather than of flesh. They aren’t zombies exactly. They aren’t really alive, not like an animal is. This creature is my own unnamed take on the subject. It appears in some of my old sketchbooks, the ones old enough that I cringe when I look at the sketches in them. It was once a man. The man died (or perhaps was murdered) and his body sank into the swamp. His hatred lived. It lived to form a new body and to drive that mossy, slimy form to seek revenge on those who had wronged the man in life. Sometimes the monster was destroyed. Sometimes it killed all those the man had hated and, no longer having purpose, became still, grew roots and became one with the bog.

Great Hats!


You may have noticed that the future doesn’t look like anyone predicted. We’ve got an internet but no flying cars. Fashion looks like it always did except when it doesn’t. Take a snapshot of any culture and all you’ll get is a snapshot. It’s unlikely that you’ll know why the people in the picture are wearing those. You’ll only be able to guess at what they are discussing. The older I get the more I’m comfortable with not knowing, the more I’m okay with having an incomplete picture. I still love filling in the pieces, discovering what’s beyond the next bend, but the universe is vast and I am not.

Which is a long winded way of saying that even though I drew this sketch I can’t really tell you what’s going on with in it.

Ghost Pirates – After


This version of the Ghost Pirates was inked and toned all in Photoshop. If I remember correctly the reason Epilogue.net rejected it was because it was too blurry. Since the point of the image was to approximate the pirates walking out of the fog my first reaction was, “Duh! It’s supposed to be blurry!” It’s years later now. My reaction to getting rejected at Epilogue these days is usually just to shrug.

The Ghost Pirates – Before


This sketch was inspired by William Hope Hodgson‘s The Ghost Pirates. Hodgson is one of those frustrating authors who has great ideas but is hard to recommend to anyone because he’s not a lot of fun to read. His best work is in short stories. The longer the story the more needlessly dense and repetitive the prose. If you’ve seen Attack of the Mushroom People you’ve seen an adaptation of one of Hodgson’s best short stories The Voice in the Night.

I finished a version of this in Photoshop that was then rejected by Epilogue.net. I’ll post that tomorrow.

Crinoids


We resume our journey through the 2002 section of the sketchbook.

In the Sentient 39 “universe”, there are 71 sentients. This is according to the Blair, a species of space faring invertebrate that also claims to one of the oldest of said sentients. I haven’t actually figured out who all those sentients are. (A sentient, at least in Blairish terms, designates the life that has evolved on a specific planet. If that life then went into space and seeded 49 other planets and an intelligent lifeform evolved on all those planets the Blair would still say it was one sentient. No one has been able to get a good explanation from them as to why that is.)

I’ve adopted H.P. Lovecraft’s alien races as sentients. They are public domain creatures. But really, I find them fascinating. Lovecraft invented aliens that were weird and strange and not human. No bumpy foreheaded humans for him. This unfinished sketch is my attempt at showing what an active crinoid culture would look like.