Technical Difficulties

I’m not sure what’s up with this page. My sidebar seems to have disappeared and part of my post from Sunday didn’t show up. I’m going to need to check and see if the problem appears in more than one browser.

Young Wilbur Whately (sans pants)


Every time I read The Dunwich Horror I find myself feeling sorry for Wilbur Whately. He’s the bastard son of a feeble minded albino. His family is hated and feared by their neighbors. He’s oversized, overintelligent and not a pretty sight with his clothes on. With his clothes off he’s down right hideous. He’s fifteen and he knows that the human race isn’t going to accept him. Is it any wonder he wants to call his “father” out of the spaces between into this world? And, sadly, I don’t think he would have gotten on much better with the Great Old Ones than he did with fickle humanity. There was just no home for poor Wilbur anywhere.

Totem


I don’t know what this is. Other than one of the first sketches I did in the new apartment back in January. I mean I don’t know what this is a sketch of. It could be some sort of statue or idol. Perhaps a marker left by unknown beings? Maybe a very tall birthday cake?

Garuda / Mr. Pensive


I’m not really happy with these. It’s not that I think they’re bad sketches – if I did I wouldn’t have posted them – they’re just not what I had in mind when I started drawing.

Bite You


Most fans/writers/illustrators of horror/monsters have a favorite take on the vampire. I prefer the undead corpse type over the gloomy romantic type but I don’t have any problem with both types having fans. Vampires can be brooding aristocrats, perky goths, seductive pansexuals, immortal slackers, deadly ninjas and disgusting bloated ticks in human form. Most f/w/i also have a vampires story or two in them. I do. I doubt I’ll get around to telling but it’s there if I ever find the time.

Getting Back into Rhythm


These two sketches are from the beginning of this year. Mostly they’re attempts to get myself drawing again. In January I was feeling pretty exhausted. We’d just spent large chunks of December moving out of our old apartment and I was starting a new job. I didn’t have it in me to work on any of the larger projects that were on my plate. The drawing on the left is an image that came to me as I was drawing it. The sketch on the right is a swamp monster that has turned up in my sketches on a regular basis over the last couple of decades.