1. Once the piece has been inked I go back in and add texture and shading with a B pencil. Sometimes I get obsessive and shade, smear it with a paper towel and then deepen the shading with a 2B or darker. For this illustration only one level of shading seemed necessary. I’m going to be busy enough in Photoshop.

2. Once the illustration has been scanned and put together (my scanner is only 9″x12″ and the drawing is 12.75″x16.50″) I make adjustments for contrast, convert to grayscale to remove any weird color from the image and then convert back to RGB so I can begin coloring.

3. For this illustration I’ve added a sort of sepia tone colorized layer. This both keeps me in the mood of this being a historical piece and give me a base color to work from. I’ll be working on a number of different layers back and forth.

4. This layer is, at the moment my main color layer. The colors here are put down mostly flat. Shading and highlighting will probably be added in separate layers. I’m learning to use the burn and dodge tools so I may use them on this layer. Not sure yet.

5. And here we have the illustration with all the layers turned on. Looks a bit of a mess, eh?

Inking is both one of my favorite parts of illustration and the part that makes me the most tense. It’s the part where I feel like I’m making permanent choices, where if I make a big mistake I can’t make any corrections. Since much of my work gets manipulated in Photoshop that’s not really true. I can correct for most any mistake. Still, I’d prefer not to have to. So I ink a bit. Get up. Walk around. Ink some more. Get up. Wash the brush. Flip throught a book. Ink some more.
This goes on until I either finish a piece or I give up for the day.

Bother. I’m trying to upload images from my progress on the cover but Blogger doesn’t seem to want to cooperate. So you’re getting this pointless post.

Yesterday Nizzibet spent four hours getting her teeth deep cleaned and, most importantly, having a cracked, infected tooth removed. There’s more work in future. Seems that many of her old fillings are cracked and leaking mercury. She goes back on Monday to have that taken care of. This weekend she’ll be ensconced on the couch buzzed on Vicodin and getting treated better than a queen. At least better than I’d be interested in treating a queen. I don’t think much of queens.

I’ve made a minor adjustment to the illustration. Our damsel in distress got her position shifted in order to make sure that Chaosium’s logo doesn’t get slapped on her during production. The feminist in me wants to have her doing something other than being a Willie but I don’t know what I could have her doing that wouldn’t make the image even busier. Weilding a gun? A machete? She’s really not dressed for hunting. She seems like she was along on the safari for the scenery not the shooting of the exotic animals. I did give her boots at least. The woman in the image I was using for photo reference didn’t have those.

This is the approved base drawing that the Secrets of Kenya cover will grow from. I’m going to be making some adjustments to accomodate the text and logos that Chaosium will be putting on the cover. Updates to follow.

I’ve been commissioned to illustrate the cover of Secrets of Kenya, written by David Conyers and published by Chaosium. My deadline for the finished color art is April 3rd. Charge!

My cover for The Black Seal #4 is posted on the Black Seal’s homepage. You’ll need to scroll down a bit to see it.

Page six of Oz Squad is posted at Steve Ahlquist’s blog. No lettering.

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I feel like I’m asleep. Dreaming. I get up, work on art, take the bus to work, play office manager for eight hours, take the bus back home, work on art and go to sleep. There are variations. There’s eating and cooking and taking showers and talking with Nizzibet and occasionally watching a movie and a host of other little activities throughout the day. It’s not that I’m tired (although I often am) it’s that I don’t feel awake. I don’t know that I’ve felt awake for more that a few minutes at time in … Months? Years?

It’s easy to exaggerate. I love a good story. Most stories are, if not a little exaggerated, shorn of the dull minutiae that fills up most of our lives. When telling about my life I try not to exaggerate. That’s probably why I don’t talk about myself much in company. I tend to think I’m a bit dull. My life seems to be mainly the minutiae. And, in the middle of sleep, I seem to be doing some very good art work.

I wonder what it will look like when I wake up?