Giant Squirrel
Love the Lemur

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?
ETs
The Daily Random

Across the top of the page: a variation on the Monster of Piedras Blancas, K.Z. O’Neil and someone unfinished.
Across the middle of the page: a variation on an exposed brain alien and Buffy Crawfield.
Across the bottom of the page: a little person, Cherice Unomuro, Zebragirl and an unfinished something.
Everybody Has A Vampire Story

One of those stories I’ll probably never get around to drawing concerns vampires. That’s okay. The world has plenty of vampire stories. Most of the characters I invent are entirely imaginary, or at least they aren’t based on anyone I personally know. The characters in my vampire story are all based on the first set of roommates I had at my first apartment. I included myself as one of the characters. Not on this page though.
The plot? A bunch of happy, partying roommates gets turned into vampires by a little hippie vampire who is feeling lonely and wants some happy vampires to party with. Wackiness (and bloody violence and senseless mayhem) ensues.
Halloween Banner

This illustration was done as a banner for the Halloween edition of the day job’s email newsletter. I’ll have to look around and see if I can find the colored version of this.
Sentient 39

While none of these sketches represent any specific character I’m pretty sure they are representative of characters from my Sentient 39 universe. Not that that really explains much if you don’t live in my head. Which hopefully you don’t. It leaks and no one has vacuumed the carpets since I was born.
Deserve it? Of course not. That’s why it’s horrible.


