A teddy bear to avoid.
A potentially safer bear.
Aunt Hortense.
Obscure Comix mascot.
Willie, trying to be fierce.
I’m not sure when the Woggle Bug pill label illustrations (posted yesterday) were done but there’s obviously a date on this page. For whatever reason the sketchbook was set aside for at least a year, probably longer. I started dating sketches after I started posting here and it became obvious how imprecise my memory is.
That title is going to do wonders for my traffic. Wrong Buffy though. The Buffy on this page, Buffy Crawfield, has been in my head (and in minicomics) since 1989. The vampire slayer didn’t start staking until 1992.
The face in the upper right might belong to Marta Honeydiver. If so it’s a lousy likeness.
Detritus is barely visible to the right of Buffy.
Lili is at the bottom left with the long hair.
Back home after a trip to Portland and seeing old friends. You know, the sort of friends you’ve known for more than half your life who remember you when you were young and skinny and could out drink a fish.
Today’s plans involve sketches for an upcoming book, laying around and having a friend over for dinner and a movie.
The two illustrations at the top of the page were for the wild west article in Worlds of Cthulhu #2.
The character sketches on the bottom are for a supporting character in the Sentient 39 version of Misspent Youths. There’s a sentient 39 version of every story I’ve ever thought of.
Characters and stories, once they’ve taken up room in my head, don’t seem to leave. They change. Characters move from story to story. Stories evolve and change.
This page presents a good example. When I first conceived of The Cauldron the main characters were a human woman and a male elf. As time went on I became less interested in playing with standard faerie creatures. The elves became something else, another species of primate, a species that evolved from older stock, older even than monkeys.
The lost continent of Lemuria got its name, I’m told, from someone’s theory that the lemurs scattered around the Pacific must have evolved in a central place – Lemuria, land of the lemurs. So I thought, what if the Lemurians hadn’t been an advanced human society? What if they hadn’t been human at all?