So what if you don’t get to retire? Neither does anyone else! Equality at last!

You put all your time into the corporation. You never see your family. Your blood pressure is through the roof. And then the zombie apocalypse happens.

Damn. So much for long term planning.

Looking good is for the living. The dead just want to eat your face.

I haven’t seen a lot of afros recently. There was a young guy in my building who sported an impressive one for a couple of years but the last time I saw him his head was buzzed.

And here is yesterday’s chap in a more mellow mood. I wonder if he can pass on the zombie plague if he can’t bite anyone?

So a friend called me up two weeks ago and asked if I had time to do series of small portraits – various people before and after zombification. I told him I thought I could do six total. If I had time I’d do more. Of course, two days later, I heard from one of the publishers who occasionally pays me to for art asking me if I was available. Unless I’m already doing paying work I’m always available for paying work. So I was only able to do six before and after zombies. Here’s the first, predead portrait.